Chapter 126: The Lord Is With Us (47)

༺ The Lord Is With Us (47) ༻

Mr. Gilford’s spirit as he held his sword was ferocious. His spirit of itself could be considered another weapon.

I had successfully rescued the Saintess with a surprise attack, but I couldn’t guarantee the outcome after that. As I glared at Mr. Gilford, a bead of sweat traveled down my forehead.

There were no openings. Just by looking at how quickly his posture and breathing returned to normal after the initial panic of my hatchet lodged into his wrist subsided, I could tell that he was just on a different level.

The Academy students I faced before looked like helpless children when compared to him.

This was the power of experience.

In terms of skill alone, the Academy students were at a higher level. But there was a reason why they were discriminated against from the rest of the swordsmen with the title of ‘student’.

It was because students were analogous to unripe fruit.

No matter how skilled a student may be, without actual battlefield experience, it was impossible to formulate a quick response to the various variables encountered in real combat.

That was the reason why 4th year students had to battle throughout the entire year in order to gain experience.

Of all the people I’ve battled so far, Senior Delphine and Senior Elsie were the only two people who had a good amount of battle experience. However, both Seniors were nowhere near the skill level of the old swordsman with decades of experience.

Mr. Gilford’s expression was gloomy.

He looked at me for a long while before exhaling a pleading sigh.

“Young Master Ian, can’t you just turn a blind eye once? If I leave this orphanage, all the children here won’t have anywhere to go. They will either end up on the street as vagrants or be exploited and killed by a vicious orphanage director.”

“I see.”

To be honest, the reality of an orphan was unknown to me. Maybe it was better to say that I hadn’t really had a chance to pay attention to the orphans.

Up until now, the only feeling I had towards the orphans was one of compassion. It was lazy for me to perceive them that way. Understanding the suffering of the weak wasn’t something to be done with a simple thought.

Perhaps what Mr. Gilford said was true.