1. Rematch with Finn
The next day started fast.
I was imdiately paired against Finn.
He smiled—a wide, confident smile.
“Today, I’m definitely getting my revenge.”
He went first—
dashes, bursts of fire, short flashes of fla,
forcing
to keep moving, never letting
stand still.
I followed a familiar pattern:
a layer of water over my body,
wind acceleration forward.
But at the mont I moved through the steam from his fire—
ice ford beneath my feet,
and narrow ice spears rose from it.
At the sa ti, a hail of icicles rained down from above.
I got it. He’d prepared.
I ford a water do,
which absorbed the rain of icicles and protected
from the spears.
Finn vanished from sight—
and reappeared right in front of the do,
froze part of it,
shattered the ice ford by his own magic,
slipped his hand inside,
and struck with fire.
In an instant, I raised an ice wall,
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jumped aside—
but Finn was already there.
Another wall.
He was above .
A tongue of fla was forming, ready to strike.
I created another water do…
…and suddenly, the fire from above stopped.
I looked up.
Above the do, a massive icicle was slowly falling—
foreign. Not mine.
The do wouldn’t hold.
I jumped away—just in ti.
Finn shoved a layer of wind at —
to break my balance.
And imdiately after—a spear of compressed air,
calculated on the assumption that I’d raise an ice wall.
He was reading .
I dodged, but he was already close.
Dash.
Fla.
A strike to the solar plexus.
I quickly ford a layer of ice around the impact point—
so the pain was dulled.
But it still knocked
off my feet.
The instructor imdiately raised his hand.
“Winner — Finn.”
Finn was panting, exhausted—but glowing.
He was so happy that I even felt a bit of warmth.
I also pretended to be worn out.
2. Tara — Cunning Instead of Strength
Twenty minutes later, I was paired again.
Tara bowed.
“I won’t go easy on you. Even if you had a tough fight.”
She opened with a wave of wind,
forcing
to raise an ice wall.
At the sa ti, she threw a wind spear
and a stream of water in such a way that I had to retreat.
One mont—
and she was already behind .
I ford a layer of water,
preparing for a sword strike.
But the strike never ca.
She sent wind beneath my feet,
breaking my footing.
I hit the ground.
Tara raised her sword in a sign of victory.
I smirked.
“So you’re reading
already?”
She smiled too—for the first ti.
I wanted to get up, but—
Siren called out:
“Hey, Helvard! You look tired today. Get so rest.”
And I agreed.
I needed to pretend I was just like them—
just a tired student.
3. Evening — A Breached Secret
When I returned to my room—
I imdiately felt чужая мана.
And of course, she was there.
Princess Elinia.
Sitting on my bed, reading my notes—
acting like everything was normal.
When she saw , she closed the book and looked up.
“Zen.
I need to ask you sothing.”
Her voice was unusually calm.
Too calm.
“Do you know anything about the elves?”
I answered imdiately.
“Nothing. I’ve never seen them.”
She smiled slyly, like a cat that had caught a mouse.
“Really?
But your ssage yesterday…
ca from the Forest Kingdom.”
I froze for a second.
I’d set a password…
“How—” I began. “How did you read that?”
Elinia stood up and stepped closer than usual.
Her voice dropped.
“Even though you set a password…
that only protects access to the orb.
If you intercept the signal before it arrives—
you can read it.”
I ntally called myself an idiot.
How could I have made such a mistake…
She looked straight into my eyes.
No anger.
No threats.
Only cold, precise curiosity.
And she repeated:
“So why…
are the elves writing to you?”
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