Nostalgic Pain

"Ugh… That speech was a pain."

Lilianna cringed as she remembered the looks the nobles gave her.

She'd spoken from the heart, but her views were too radical for the children from the more prominent houses.

They'd grown up being spoonfed the ideals that commoners are beneath them and that no amount of hard work can beat someone with more talent.

A red-haired girl standing next to her placed her hand on her shoulder, causing her to halt her stride.

"Don't worry about that. If I see any of those b*stards, I'll sock them right in the face."

Clenching her fist, the girl made a punching motion.

However, all that earned was a deadpan look from Lillianna.

"And… Now my worries just increased."

The red-haired girl's expression froze.

"C-calm down, Lily, it's just a joke! Mostly…"

"Sigh… It's always 'punch first, ask questions while punching' with you, isn't it."

"In my defence, punching has a proven track record of working 95% of the time."