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Bea and Agnes must have understood the meaning of what I said as they stood up from their seats in the classroom, and walked the road to the cafe as if they were going to die.

Since I was going to go to the cafe and talk about it anyway, I didn’t give any further explanation.

Just like yesterday, when I went in, I was greeted by a waiter, and that waiter was a saint.

The forced smile immediately disappeared and he ran away leaving us behind, with another employee guiding us.

I asked her if something was going on with Saint Na Han-tae, but since nothing really happened, she said nothing and asked to go to the same place as yesterday.

I ordered the same dessert and tea and waited for the waiter to come down.

And as soon as the waiter came down.

“I want to participate in the tournament.”

He revealed the reason he came here.

“No! Never… what?”

“Ugh.. throwing it away.. huh..?”

“Well.. I want to participate in the tournament.”

I fully understand what the misunderstanding was.

But did you really have this little faith in me?

I felt a little lonely.

“.. Are you okay?”

Bea’s words contain a lot.

I don’t know why, but Bea knows that I’m trying to hide my powers.

But if you suddenly stop doing it, it’s worth worrying about.

“Yes. Everything has been resolved.”

“.. What on earth happened?”

“Well.. I can’t tell you that, but.. just think that everything is resolved.”

“Uh.. congratulations..?”

I smiled slightly at Bea, who congratulated me with a nervous expression, and used a handkerchief to wipe Agnes, who was swallowing back tears.

So Agnes blushes and starts laughing.

‘When you cry and then laugh…’

Huh.

Anyway, I have something to ask of the two of you.

“Please spar with me.”

“Huh? But we are prosecutors and you are a wizard…”

“In tournaments anyway, we fight regardless.”

“Oh, I see.. So starting today?”

“Yes, please.”

Afterwards, we ate dessert and headed to the training center.

***

Originally, it would have been better to head to yesterday’s vacant lot instead of the training ground, but now that there are rumors related to the devil, I decided there would be no good point in going there.

There was no need to hide our strength anyway, so we headed to the training center.

“Ha! under! Ha… huh?”

“Sparring with me.. man..?”

“… A man.. at the training center..?”

And just as I had feared, as soon as I entered the training center, eyes began to focus on me.

It wasn’t that there were no men.

“Honey~ Cheer up!”

“Thank you honey~”

“… That bastard… I am collecting raids to catch that bastard today.”

“I.”

“Me too.”

Like this, when you come to support your fiancé and then see them getting raided.

Or, really, sometimes, he comes to see a girl he likes even though he’s not his fiancé.

Currently, there are about 10 men in the academy.

The total number of cadets is about 700, so the popularity of men is sky-high.

Even if it were to a certain extent, hundreds of people would hang on to it.

The first reason I don’t do that is because of the women next to me, and the second reason is the rumors about me.

Of course, that doesn’t mean there aren’t women who ignore all of that and approach me.

Maybe there will be more after the tournament ends.

“Follow me Vera. If you go there, no one will see you.”

A private training room given only to the valedictorian and valedictorian of each academic year.

Since the first-year valedictorian and valedictorian are on either side of me, my ranking doesn’t really matter.

“I should take a look at what the senior training room is like.”

Agnes, the second chair, also had her eyes wide open as if it was her first time in the senior’s private training room.

Come to think of it, Bea was standing in front of me and Agnes was standing behind me, looking like bodyguards trying to protect me from other women.

Although that may actually be true.

Everyone in the training center was looking at me as I crossed the center of the training center and went out the back door to the private training rooms.

Even the woman with a fiancé I mentioned earlier.

Of course, no one approached.

“Whoa.. Fortunately, nothing happened.”

“… Who will break through you two..”

Bea speaks reassuringly.

There’s no need to be nervous anyway.

When I went out the back door, there were a total of ten rooms, and I entered training room 101, the one on the far left.

“Wow.. this is a personal training room?”

“Isn’t it too wide to use alone?”

It was literally just a ‘private’ training room, and it was so large that it was comparable to a training hall.

Actually, Bea didn’t seem to like it that much.

“It’s not good if it’s too wide… There’s nothing more lonely than being alone in a large space.”

“That’s true too.. Then we can all use it together from now on.”

“.. I guess so. Now Vera is going to train too.”

Bea, whose expression brightened slightly, turned around and asked me.

“Then who will you spar with first?”

“Oh yes! Dor! Who do you want to spar with?”

I was trying to speak without thinking, but a thought suddenly occurred to me and I paused.

‘We won’t fight over this again…’

I don’t think that will happen, but since you never know, I thought about the reason and made my choice.

“Agnes first.”

“.. Ahhh!!”

“.. Why?”

He wasn’t angry or fighting like before, but he seemed a little upset.

I felt fortunate that I had thought before speaking and told him the reason.

“It’s normal to fight with the second-in-command first before fighting with the chief.”

“… That’s the correct answer. Okay.”

Fortunately, the reason seemed to have been understood and his mood seemed to have eased a bit.

But I didn’t expect it.

“… So you’re saying that I’m weaker than Beatyrus, so you did me first?”

“.. uh..?”

Agnes’ reaction.

I thought it would be okay because I chose it first, but I guess that was also the problem.

Because it was unexpected, I couldn’t manage my expression.

“.. Aha.. I see..?”

I showed that face to Agnes.

Before anyone can explain anything, Agnes enters the sparring room and stands crooked in her seat.

The weapon in her hand is a spear.

Agnes is known for her skill with a sword.

In reality, his talents extend to swords, spears, and even two-handed axes.

Surprisingly, the least talented weapon is a sword, but it is difficult to get a good word out about the princess carrying an axe.

A spear may be better than an axe, but the most acceptable one is a sword.

So, when I go out, I wear a sword.

“What should I do, if I don’t prepare quickly?”

“… Okay.”

I know it may seem like I’m pouting, but it’s actually different.

In fact, when Agnes sulks, her right eyebrow goes up.

He’s probably acting like that to mean that he’ll be treated properly.

Pretending to be fooled by the smoke, I kicked one of the swords standing on the wall and stood on the other side.

I’m already going to do it right.

“Sparring until one person becomes incapable of fighting. It doesn’t matter, right?”

“What should I do if I get hurt?”

“It’s okay because everything will be healed once you leave the training room.”

The private training room is really nice.

It would have cost quite a bit of money to heal the wound by going out.

If you look at the number of such training rooms, there are as many as ten.

“Okay then. Ready.”

I erased all the useless thoughts in my head.

And then I remembered what I had to do now.

What I have to do now is.

“Start!”

Beating Agnes.

-Bung bung bung!

As soon as it starts, Agnes starts dancing, twirling the window.

At the same time, to the surroundings.

-Hwiiing.

The wind begins to gather.

Magic.

Far from it.

Gathering wind with only movement.

The problem is that the amount and speed of gathering is unusual.

When I was mesmerized by it for a while and then found it again.

– Coo coo coo coo coo…

A quantity that could not be ignored had gathered.

“Lower pressure!”

A spear made of wind that shoots in a straight line from the tip of the spear.

It is flying to break through everything that stands in its way.

but.

“Good..”

I said I couldn’t ignore it.

I didn’t say I couldn’t stop it.

Normally, rather than doing something risky like this, you should do it in a different way.

Avoidance or preventing this from happening in the first place.

Now I wanted to catch that spear with my own strength.

To pierce me.

Looking at the window of the blowing wind.

-Sreung.

At the same time as I pulled out the knife.

I memorized the chant.

“Turbo”

With the same wind.

-Wheeing!

A spear of wind created by strengthening the body using mana.

-Wheeing!

A wind sword made with magic using mana.

They don’t think about each other’s well-being.

Just to take each other down.

Bring out all your strength.

-Quaaaa!!

Two weapons pointing in opposite directions.

They clashed.

Without being pushed.

Don’t get pushed away.

But if things continue like this, I am the one in danger.

Compared to Agnes who threw away the spear of wind.

I’m blocking the wind directly with my sword.

Follow-up hits cannot be prevented.

That’s why I deliberately let out the wind that had gathered in my sword.

-Quaaang!!!

A body being pushed backwards at the same time as the explosion sound.

I was momentarily relieved to see my feet barely touching the line of the sparring hall, and looked straight ahead again.

Through the thick white smoke caused by the wind blowing.

-Phew!

With a spear.

“Of course! I endured it!”

Agnes appeared.

Looking at the window falling down from above.

The actions taken after that were less thoughts than thoughts.

-Crash.

The body began to move.

I put the sword in its sheath and recalled it.

What I saw.

The fastest.

The most beautiful.

10 years ago.

The sword that cut through the moonlight.

“Sorut type.”

I gripped the handle of the sword as if it might break.

“First meal.”

Light is reflected by the slightly protruding blade.

“Segméntum”

Cut through that light.

-visor.

I heard the sound of one sum being divided.

-Too-doo-duk..

The spear that Agnes was holding.

It fell into dozens of pieces.

“.. Surrender.”

Agnes, who was looking at the part still in her hand and the cut part, raised both hands and accepted the result.

“Ugh.. I won’t even be the second runner-up like this..”

Agnes talking to herself and looking at my face.

“What.. Why is your expression like that? You don’t think I’m someone who takes it to heart that I lost, right? If that’s the case, it’s a misunderstanding…”

I placed my hand on her face as she continued speaking.

I wiped away the flowing tears.

“.. If you say that with a crying face.. who will believe you..”

“No.. really..”

I pulled Agnes’ head down and placed it on my shoulder.

As he stroked her head with one hand and patted her back with the other, she cried even more.

“I.. tried so hard to protect you.. but alas.. I’m this weak..”

“Nice, not nice.”

“Well.. I tried to show how much stronger I had become in a cool way… Ugh..”

Approximately five minutes passed as I comforted Agnes, who was crying.

By that time, I was no longer crying, but my face was so red that I couldn’t hold it up.

That’s because the woman cried because she lost to the man, and the man comforted her.

You probably want to bite your tongue and commit suicide.

Of course I won’t let that happen.

“Sneaking.”

Bea, who was watching the referee from afar, approached making a noise.

Agnes hears that voice and realizes that they are not alone here.

I tilted my head and looked at Bea.

“I.. I.. want to protect you! Ugh.. how hard I tried.. sigh…”

“… Ugh… Smash!”

“To be this weak… Ugh! hey! Go away!”

Beana teases that this is the right time.

Agnes runs towards me with a red face.

“Ugh!! Hey! It’s a foul to hit the side!”

“I don’t know! I don’t know! I don’t know!”

I sighed as I looked at the two women entangled in a fight.

‘I guess today’s sparring will end like this…’