"Where were your manners?"
Miles Vigil sighs,
"That's harsh, Sister An,"
An Cilla raises her eyebrows,
"I am seriously asking that, Knight Miles,"
Is that so
Miles Vigil then will seriously ponder
Where were his manners?
"Ah!"
Recalling,
"It seems like when I first picked up swordsmanship
I have sworn to leave my manners behind,"
An Cilla wants to hit the fool in front of her
As the Second Son of a Marquess
He won't be inheriting the Title
Become a Knight, it is
And all the lessons learnt as Nobles' Children entitled to him
Were really left forgotten