Chapter 5: The First Letter (5)

The First Letter (5)

The two, a man and a woman, stood with their swords, paying no heed to the whispers and chatter in the background. Professor Derek accepted the sudden request for a duel with a wide grin on his face.

It was on the condition of not using a true sword, but that alone was enough to clearly show the difference in skill. A good craftsman never blames his tools.

Of course, it was not without interference. It was because a beautiful girl with dark hair neatly tied behind her back broke in.

She immediately slapped Ian on the back with her palm. A look of irritation was visible to anyone who saw her face, as she hurled curses..

“Hey hey hey! Fuck, are you crazy?! That, Lady Yurdina? I think Ian oppa is out of his mind….”

“Celine, fear not. I’ll be fine.”

“No, what the hell is wrong with you!?”

The black-haired girl screamed like that, but the man’s expression didn’t change at all. Seria was a little envious of that.

It must have been a blessing to have someone who truly cares about you. It would have been nice if he accepted the advice coming from such a precious friend.

Unfortunately, Ian seemed unwilling to accept the advice of his close friend. So now he and Seria are alone, facing each other with a sword in hand.

I was confident. Seria gave up everything except the sword. That’s how she managed to achieve all of her results.

The degree of diligence differed from someone who trained in a drunken state. It was natural. For her, the sword was like a matter of survival.

So Seria didn’t doubt her victory. However, there was one thing that bothered her.

That strange sword she saw this morning.

Recalling the memories of that time, Seria’s grip on the wooden hilt naturally tightened. Tension flashed in her calm eyes.

Was it really a mistake? At that time, Seria was overwhelmed by his sword for a while. No matter how much Ian looked like a pathetic senior who drank alcohol, this place was the ‘Leaf Academy.’

Everyone had at least one ace in the hole. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to survive in the academy.

Seria’s sapphire-like eyes were lit with a cautious spark. Her gaze scanned Ian’s every nook and cranny.

He had a composed attitude. A comfortable posture without even having pulled out his sword from its scabbard. He almost seemed like he would yawn in boredom.