"I was tied up with work. I couldn't get away,"
the officer replied.
York turned to Mira. "This is Callum Young. You two met back at Aethelgard University."
Mira remembered him. He was the instructor who was always hanging around York during the orientation.
"Hello, Callum. Nice to see you again."
"Oh, please, I'm not your instructor anymore. Just call me Callum."
"Trying to pull rank on familiarity, are we? I didn't even ask Miss Mercer to call me by my first name, and you expect her to?"
York scoffed, then turned to Mira. "Just call him Commander Young."
"Are you both commanders?"
"I'm the Battalion Commander, he's the Deputy,"
York said, looking rather smug.
"You're just one rank higher than me. What are you so proud of?
I might surpass you soon."
"Soon? I'll always be a step above you."
Mira watched their banter with amusement. "I'll just call you both Commander."
'Instructor' felt out of place here, and calling them by their first names felt a bit too familiar.
"I'll take you to the dorms first to get settled,"
York said.
"Thanks, Commander Vance."
Beside them, Callum rolled his eyes inwardly. Does a Battalion Commander really need to personally escort her to the dorms? Couldn't he just assign a private to do it?
"Isn't calling me Commander a bit too formal?"
York asked as they walked.
"We do have some history, after all,"
Mira mused. "How about I stick with Instructor Vance? Or maybe Mr. Vance?"
They silently agreed on 'Instructor Vance.'
Passing a guard post, Mira noticed a sentry standing ramrod straight, his rifle gleaming coldly in the sunlight, forming a uniquely striking sight.

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