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Great Goddess above, what was wrong with the women in this class? Lienna's little episode the other day was understandable, if not justified, but now [i]Clarissa[/i] of all people was the one storming out of the room. Over Crests. One would think a pious noble would take an interest in her Goddess-given birthright. Not that his Lions were much better; Derec looked like he'd just witnessed a murder and Kellen was apologizing for... something. At least Lienna seemed composed. 

The rest of the lecture did little to hold Auberon's interest. The categorization seemed like a bad attempt at shoving a square peg in a round hole, given how varied Crest abilities were. Granted, the blond found the earlier three classifications to be a pointless bit of scholarship too, but at least they were decisive and held some amount of practicality. Plus, the description of what the rest of the class would entail sounded outright presumptuous. His Crest came when he needed it, there was no need to tempt the ire of the Goddess by borrowing more power than was necessary. Was such folly not the downfall of the Ten Elites themselves? Not to mention the dire straits the unit would have to be put under for such training. How would they even train a Crest like King Aaron's? Lop off a limb and hope for the best? Auberon certainly didn't intend to unleash his Crest on anyone here, training or not.

And of course, it was Derec's turn to freak out after the lecture had ended. Auberon wasn't a fan of this class either, but to opt out entirely seemed a bit far. Either he had some sort of survival-type Crest and arrived at the same conclusion Auberon had about inflicting needless injury for the sake of training, or Lienna wasn't the only peasant with a misguided preacher back home. Probably the latter, since Derec hadn't mentioned his status before and looked sick well before the mention of training. Even Lienna at least made her bloodline known.

The count-to-be briefly considered following along as Derec made his departure, if only to figure out what the issue was, but the memory of Clarissa's stray cat analogy stopped him in his tracks. Right, it wouldn't do him any good to get Derec incensed; he'd have plenty of time to ask later. What they really needed a class on was how the nobility accomplished anything if cutting to the root of the issue was apparently 'overbearing'.

[color=ffd700]"Of all the things to be up in arms about,"[/color] Auberon huffed quietly before looking to his remaining Lions. [color=ffd700]"Honestly, he was the last person in the unit I expected to have a Crest. I don't know if I should commend his humility or be confused by his restraint. Wouldn't noble blood be the first thing you mention in a room full of nobility?"[/color] Lienna clearly thought so. Not to mention, Derec was in attendance at [i]Garreg Mach[/i] of all places. Even if he bought into the 'status doesn't matter here' spiel the administrators liked to give, that wouldn't explain the outright discomfort.

Honestly, Auberon was a bit annoyed that his one normal housemate turned out to be another basket case more than anything else.

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