"The place is about to collapse."
Oraya spoke directly.
Ragnar, however, just shrugged and placed his sword over his shoulder.
"Let it collapse.
I'll take responsibility."
He spoke confidently.
"I'm telling your mother."
Oraya looked at Ragnar without a change in his expression and the boy just shrugged.
"Go ahead."
There was not a trace of fear in his eyes, he looked like he was almost looking forward to it. Oraya stared at him in silence for a good while, then, as if he thought of something—
"Her punishment of sparring against you with a sword is no longer a punishment."
He spoke.
"…What?"
Ragnar blinked in surprise.
"She needs to change her methods."
Oraya commented and for the first time, a crack appeared in Ragnar's grin. He stared at Oraya, as if he was scared that he really would go talk to his mother about this, but then he remembered his mother and scoffed.
"Good luck."
He spoke with a grin.
