Chapter Index

    Ethan and I’s magic swordsmanship class continues as usual, with the identity of the boy Mezlen said to be in love still unknown.

    Perhaps because the class was held after a week of rest rather than just after returning from the dungeon, I was in pretty good shape today.

    … One problem was that not only was I in good condition, but the person facing me was also in full condition.

    -Poof! Whilick! Swish!

    “Ugh! Argh! Evil!!”

    I was sweating and moving my body trying to avoid Natalie’s rapier, which attempted to stab her five times a second.

    Even though she was a commoner who couldn’t handle magic, Natalie was also one of the four members of the swordsmanship club, so if both of them were in full condition, there was no way I would be able to compete in a one-on-one match.

    -Poof! Swish! Swish!!

    “Where has the spirit from two weeks ago gone, Miss Lilith! Are you going to keep walking backwards and avoiding me like that? ”

    Could it be that I’m still disassembling the fact that I won once two weeks ago due to lack of physical condition?

    No matter how I looked at it, it was Natalie who was stabbing me with her eyes and tone of voice that made me feel suspicious, so her stabs were stronger than usual and threatened my life several times a second.

    If I had known it would be like this, I would have teased it appropriately. No, but if you fight 100 times, lose 99 times, and win once, wouldn’t you be able to like it?

    It was absurd to me to see Natalie show such determination over something so trivial.

    ‘… Now that I think about it, I’m a little pissed.’

    Does it make sense that he should be ranked 3rd in the swordsmanship club just because he wants to be in the same class as Ethan? Besides, I’m not in the swordsmanship club, I’m in the magic club.

    As I was feeling angry at this incomprehensible unfair treatment, I suddenly felt a clear trace of something being drawn in front of my eyes.

    -sparkle.

    ‘… … uh?’

    A fatal move that appears to have pierced right through my right shoulder.

    Obviously, I didn’t feel this kind of sensation at all with the sword Natalie was swinging, but for some reason, at this moment, I felt like I was seeing something.

    The moment I struck the sword drawn in front of me with the dagger in my left hand out of curiosity, Natalia’s rapier, which I could not follow with my eyes, suddenly appeared in front of my right shoulder and was bent.

    -visor!

    “… … !!”

    “… Hmm.”

    Natalie looked at the sword I struck with wide eyes, as if she hadn’t expected that in this chaotic situation, I would be able to catch the loophole she was aiming for.

    I wasn’t sure, but I was certain that now was my chance. It’s also a unique opportunity to defeat Natalie’s sword.

    -Hwiik!

    As soon as Natalie saw an opening, a blackwood-patterned dagger stretched out from her right hand.

    Dagger throwing was rarely used in sword sparring because it was a means of giving up the next attack, but the current situation was an exception.

    Because Natalie was the owner of a sword that was fast enough to block attacks that I swung alternately with both hands. The only way to force an opening from her was to attack both parts ‘at the same time’.

    -Chaeaeang!

    “Oh, my… !!”

    Natalie blocks my sword flying towards her chest and stabs the rapier again at me as I belatedly approach her body.

    But my left dagger was already digging straight into her side, so now Natalie had no physical means to block me.

    -Click!!

    “… … !!!”

    “Ha, ha, ha… .”

    The sparring match ends with the sound of the training shield surrounding Natalie’s body breaking.

    It was the moment when I, the magician, won fair and square against her, the ‘main heroine of the swordsmanship club’.

    “… Thank you for your hard work.”

    “Ha, thank you, good work… . You did it… .”

    Natalie holds out her hand with a strangely bitter look on her face, and I extend my hand in response and grab it.

    It was overwhelming for me just to follow Natalie’s movements, so of course I was much more tired than her, but in any case, looking at the result alone, it was a complete victory for me.

    -Wow!

    “Ah, huh?!”

    “… I will never lose in the next sparring.”

    “Yes, yes… .”

    … Oh, shit.

    I think that really caught my eye.

    Natalie must have been very resentful of having lost to me not once, but twice, but her usual bright personality had completely disappeared and her eyes had turned into cold eyes.

    It was a strangely chilling moment as I saw her squeeze my hand with a strong grip and then disappear.

    ‘But anyway, I won.’

    No matter how careless in an unexpected situation was the main reason for the victory, it does not change the fact that I got a proper win against Natalie. Even if you combine it with the sparring two weeks ago, it’s a whopping 2 wins in a row.

    Of course, if I tell her to fight against Natalie again, she will swing her sword with the intention of killing me, so in reality, this will be her last victory against her.

    If I had a video recording tool, I would have been able to record a video of the deceased’s actions while he was still alive, but it was a shame that that wasn’t possible.

    “Lilith, you.”

    … And, for a moment, I was happy that I had won a round of sparring with Natalie.

    “Yes?”

    “After dinner tonight, come out to the sword fighting range. There is something we need to talk about alone.”

    “… … Yes?”

    “I will tell Ethan so he knows.”

    “… … .”

    why not.

    Why is everyone doing this to me?

    ⁎ ⁎ ⁎

    A swordsmanship sparring hall that was forcibly summoned after dinner at Harold’s call.

    I’m already tired from sparring with Natalie today, so why are you calling me to the sword sparring range at this time?

    I went out to the sparring hall without even understanding Harold’s intention when he called me, and what I saw there was Harold waiting for me, wearing training clothes and holding a sword, just like he did in class.

    “You’ve come to the right place, Lilith.”

    “Yes, yes… . Professor Harold… .”

    Since it was just the two of us, I was confused about whether to call him Professor or Master, but since it was inside the academy, we used the title Professor.

    At first, Harold didn’t seem to really care what I called him.

    “You had a good sparring with Miss Natalie in class today.”

    “Yes?”

    “Take up your sword. Show me what you just showed to Natalie in class.”

    “… … Yes???”

    No, I’m going to pick up the sword first, with no end or bottom.

    I had expected this to happen since I was called to the sparring hall, but I guess I still need to explain the situation.

    I looked at Harold’s face to see why he had called me, but he still seemed to be waiting for me to raise my sword, and when I made no sign of moving, Harold began to walk away in a bit of silence.

    “Professor Harold. I cannot understand the meaning of the words that call me at this hour and tell me to take up the sword… .”

    “If you won’t come, I will go. If you want to live, you must first raise your sword before making noise.”

    – Taaat!

    “No, what… !!”

    Harold was approaching me at a fast pace, running a distance of almost 20 meters, so in the end, I had no choice but to instinctively raise my sword to survive.

    Two daggers taken out from under the width of the skirt. Hansaul then desperately turned his body to avoid Harold’s sword strike that came before he could take a proper stance.

    -Quaagh!

    “Aaaa?!”

    No, fuck! Is this guy crazy?!

    You haven’t even turned on your training shield yet, but you’re swinging your sword with the intent to kill?!

    If I had stayed still, I felt like all the blood in my body was disappearing at once when I saw the sword strike, which would have split my body along with the floor.

    “Do it, Professor Harold?! If you’re angry about something, let me know… !”

    “… Use your sword, not your mouth, Lilith. Shouldn’t swordsmen communicate with each other using their swords?”

    -Wheee!

    “Ughhh… !!”

    With an inexplicable sound, it was Harold approaching me again, swinging his deadly sword towards me. To begin with, I’m not even a swordsman.

    He hurriedly lowered his stance to avoid the blade, which was sure to split into lil/wreath if hit incorrectly, and swung the dagger at Harold’s lower body as soon as he could see it.

    I don’t know what it was, but it was a moment when the thought filled my head that if I didn’t want to die, I had to kill Harold or put him in a state where he couldn’t move.

    -Hwiik!

    “Slow.”

    Of course, the biggest problem was that Harold was not an idiot who was hit by a dagger he randomly swung without even knowing his posture properly.

    Harold’s third attack came when he was unable to properly hold the sword in his hand or even maintain his posture. Of course, I had to concentrate on avoiding this time, so I created a hastily created shock wave spell and cast it on the floor in front of me.

    -Pow!

    “Ah… !! Ha, ha, ha… .”

    After harming myself and getting up from the recoil of the shock wave, I was hit with another sword strike right on the spot.

    Harold said he had something to talk about alone and told him to come without calling Ethan, but he continued to attack him without even explaining the reason.

    Because of his ridiculously unfair treatment… A strong anger welled up deep in my heart.

    -Aaaah!

    “Ha, ha, ha.”

    “… … Hmm.”

    Yeah, fuck. If you’re going to do it, try it.

    To that bastard who is being mean to me for no reason, I need to give him a reason to be like that.

    Whether it’s Harold or whoever. I don’t really care.

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