"Your na is Vivianne, right? What's your last na? Are you a noble?"
Grace bombarded Vivianne with questions, but she simply stared at him without answering, then quietly turned her head. The clear expression of disregard made Grace widen his eyes and shout.
"You! Do you know who I am? How dare you act so arrogantly! I am Grace Mayern, the third prince of the Mayern Kingdom and your superior! Do you think you can disrespect and get away with it?"
As the commotion unfolded, Morgan and the representatives from Mirko Academy approached, trying to restrain Grace.
"Your Highness Grace, please calm your anger."
"Your Highness, as foreigners, please be mindful of your actions..."
"Shut up! How dare you lecture ?"
Amidst the commotion, Grace blocked the path of Vivianne and Adrias, who were about to leave, then pulled out a staff from his embrace.
"Your Highness!"
"Do you think you can disrespect and just leave like that? If you kneel down and apologize to , I will personally forgive you and create an opportunity for us to dine together."
As Vivianne's complexion gradually turned icy, Adrias stepped forward.
Adrias's action surprised Vivianne, and she reached out her hand towards him.
"Vivianne, it's because of that you had this unpleasant experience."
"No, it's not Adrias's fault..."
Adrias gently smiled at Vivianne's outstretched hand, then turned to Grace and spoke.
"Did you say you're Prince Grace Mayern?"
"What are you? I have no interest in soone like you. Are you trying to impress that woman? If so, that's a misguided choice..."
"Grace, Grace Mayern. This place is currently Rodren Academy. I don't know how things work in Mirko Academy, but at least here, all students are equal regardless of social standing. Your ager position ans nothing here."
As Adrias spoke, his aura gradually emanated power.
The energy made of mana spread and gradually enveloped the atmosphere.
Though he maintained a respectful tone, the intensifying energy made his presence fierce.
It was a raw sense of untad wildness, yet it emitted a sticky sense of danger.
"Grace Mayern, your position holds no significance here. Only your abilities matter. If you're confident, prove it with your strength. I'm willing to take you on right now."
Adrias' calm words carried a sense of authority.
With it, his confidence in being able to crush his opponent at any mont was evident.
His intense and arrogant appearance silenced the surrounding people, who watched in suspense.
"Ahem, um..."
Was it due to Adrias's emitted energy?
Grace coughed awkwardly and made an empty excuse before quietly returning to his seat.
The staff trembling in his hand betrayed his inner turmoil.
"Adrias. I apologize for this unfortunate incident."
"It wasn't , but Vivianne who felt uncomfortable."
"Oh, um, I see. I apologize to Vivianne."
"...It's okay."
Morgan, absorbed in Adrias' intense presence, apologized without acknowledging Vivianne.
But Adrias, who was observing Vivianne's flushed face, realized that she might be angry, so he took care of her.
'Adrias stood up for .'
Of course, Vivianne's mind was filled with a garden of flowers.
When the situation was resolved roughly, a staff mber of the restaurant wiped the sweat off his forehead and spoke.
"Excuse , guests. There happens to be an available spot near the pond outside. How about having your al there?"
"What do you want, Vivianne?"
If this had happened when she was alone, Vivianne would have felt upset and looked for another restaurant. But now, thanks to Adrias, she was in a good mood.
Moreover, she couldn't miss the opportunity to enjoy a al alone with him.
"I'm fine. I'm hungry."
As they moved to a new table, Adrias glanced once more towards the representatives from Mirko Academy.
There, Grace, still wearing a sulky expression, and a blue-haired magician who seed to be Keshrun, were present.
He hadn't expected Grace to participate in the exchange program, considering that only top-ranking students were selected.
"Well, that's good."
Adrias had let it go earlier, but he had no intention of leaving Grace alone, even if it ant doing it for Keshrun's sake.
The exchange program lasted a whole week, so they had plenty of ti to resolve things.
'I'll break his spirit and render him speechless.'
Adrias harbored a sinister smile that no one noticed.
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In a chilling atmosphere, inside a personal training room, a man lay as if he had given up on the world.
His na was Todlon Terry, a man who had held the top position in the Knight Departnt until recently.
"Ugh..."
With great effort, he opened his eyes and tried to get up, but the scattered bottles in the training room hit his body.
Eating in the training room was strictly prohibited, but he didn't pay it any mind.
Ever since he was eliminated in the tournant, only making it to the round of 32, he had acted as if everything was over.
Due to his large build and heavy drinking habits, he had spent the past few days confined here, drowning himself in alcohol.
Since the graduation classes at the academy either attended personal lessons or chose individual projects, his behavior went unnoticed.
Thump, thump, thump!
With a pounding headache from the hangover, Todlon managed to stand up and stumbled towards the door as he heard soone knocking.
"Who is it... and what's with the disturbance?"
Already in a bad mood, Todlon approached the door, which was roughly opened.
And there, in front of him, stood a person he had never seen before.
"Who are you? What's with the audacity to knock on the training room door?"
'Who is this bastard...?'
"Todlon Terry, right? I'm Antonio Holt from the Magic Departnt."
As Antonio introduced himself out of the blue, Todlon spit on the ground and tried to close the door, thinking that he must be insane.
But Antonio's subtle voice seeped through the closing gap of the door.
"Todlon Terry, aren't you frustrated? Losing in just the round of 32 is an unexpected result."
"This bastard...!"
In an instant, Todlon's anger flared up, and he reopened the door, grabbing Antonio by the collar and lifting him up.
Antonio, hanging in the air, remained nonchalant with an expression that seed to say he didn't care.
"Judging by the sll of alcohol, it seems like you're drowning your sorrows in drink. Do you think that will help you surpass the woman who defeated you?"
"Say one more word. I'll show you a magic that will make your limbs disappear."
As Todlon exuded his aura and revealed his fighting spirit, Antonio smiled.
Digging through his pocket while suspended in the air, Antonio pulled out a small vial.
"Here's a gift."
"What?"
Todlon received the vial that Antonio handed over and pushed him away.
The vial was incredibly small, just the size of a baby's fingernail, and it contained a black liquid of unknown origin.
"What the hell are you?"
"As I ntioned, I'm a student from the Magic Departnt, and just like you, from the sa graduating class. I felt a sense of camaraderie with you, given the unfavorable results of both of us in the tournant."
"I don't find that amusing. So, what's this potion?"
"This potion was newly created by Professor Kyler Schumann, the professor of Potion Crafting. It would be better for you to experience its effects firsthand rather than explaining."
"A potion created by the professor? Why do you have it, and why should I believe in its effects?"
Antonio continued to smile despite Todlon's words.
Then, he shrugged his shoulders and began to step back slowly.
"Well, whether you drink it or not, that's up to you. But one thing I can say for sure is that I'm the only one who can obtain this potion. Thanks to my work under the professor, I was able to take it."
After saying that, Antonio waved his hand and disappeared with a nonchalant expression.
"See you next ti. Co back here in a week."
"This guy is insane."
Thinking that he had encountered a complete lunatic, Todlon reentered the training room.
However, he held the potion given by Antonio tightly in his hand.
His body was already worn out from the past few days, and his enthusiasm for improvent had dropped.
'Maybe it's not a poison or anything.'
Making various excuses, Todlon decided to try it since he had already reached the point of desperation.
Gulp.
"Hmm?"
The effect of the potion imdiately manifested.
And the reaction was completely different from what he expected.
Even though he hadn't activated his body, a powerful energy surged through his physique.
Not only that, but his mana, which had been exhausted, felt as if it had been pumped up and increased.
"What is this!"
He used his mana to seize power.
Then, with a sound of exploding air, he felt a power beyond what he had seen before.
Todulon went wild, swinging his sword in the training room.
To feel this power a little more, he struggled but eventually stopped, feeling regret for the fading power after about 10 minutes.
'I'm going crazy. How can such a potion exist?'
He felt regret as if he had wasted the potion in vain.
However, rembering Antonio's words that he would co back in a week, he grinned with madness.
'If only the potion cos back into my hands...!'
Vivian Vellocan.
He could defeat her.
The unheard-of female swordsman who shalessly defeated him, the top student of the graduation class.
His career had completely collapsed because of her.
Now was the ti to seek revenge.
"Wait for , Vivian Vellocan!"
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After finishing the al, they arrived at the administrative district.
Although there had been an unfortunate incident on the way, fortunately, Vivianne didn't pay much attention to it.
They could arrive precisely on ti for the appointnt.
At the open space in front of the main building where they were supposed to et, all the Rodren Academy students who had agreed to attend were already gathered, along with those who had shown outstanding performances in the previous tournant and an unexpected person.
'I didn't expect Louis to co as well.'
Although Louis' appearance was unexpected, considering that he was the top freshman, and with unprecedented grades, the principal seed to pay attention to him.
Considering her reputation, Lucia would have been invited too, but since she wasn't present, it seed like she had probably declined.
"Adrias Cromwell."
A familiar voice could be heard from sowhere.
Vivianne, who was standing beside, also reacted to that voice.
"Congratulations on winning the tournant, miss."
"It's too late for congratulations now. And..."
Dianne suddenly turned her gaze awkwardly and hesitated for a mont before speaking softly.
"Stop calling 'miss.' You used to call comfortably when we were younger."
Why is she suddenly acting like this?
Did I eat sothing wrong?
Regardless, since she asked to be called that way, I should do as she wishes.
"Yes, Dianne."
"Enough with the formalities! Oh well, do whatever you want."
Watching her reaction, Bart Alben ca to mind.
Her behavior seed as if she had a sense of guilt towards .
It was too similar to how soone would react when they felt guilty about their daughter.
'What's going on? Have I done sothing wrong to her?'
I couldn't think of anything in particular.
By the way, as I continued conversing with Dianne, Vivian ca out with a strange expression and looked at Dianne.
Observing her inexplicable gaze for a mont, this ti, Louis approached from afar.
'It wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on Louis as well.'
Unknowingly, I felt tense.
I still couldn't fully grasp the fact that I could have a conversation with Louis.
Just as he was getting closer, soone's shout echoed.
"Everyone! Attention, students!"
Morgan waved his hand from a distance and called us.
He gestured to us and spoke.
"The preparations by the president are complete. Let's all go together!"
If Morgan is coming from there, does it an that the Mirko Academy students are already in place?
The thoughts of the other students seed to be in line with mine, as a strange atmosphere circulated.
It was similar to a gathering storm.
'I don't want to make the students of the other academies feel intimidated.'
As expected from young people, a fight seed imminent.
However, I had a different mindset since I participated not to fight them but to build friendship as the playable character, Keshurin.
'Keshurin Violga. A genius in auxiliary magic and magic circles.'
There's nothing wrong with getting to know him better.
Following Morgan, as we entered the building, the interior was decorated like a banquet hall, contrary to my expectations.
Contrary to expectations, the students from Mirko Academy were not visible, and we arrived first.
"The Mirko Academy students will arrive shortly. I hope we can interact with each other and build camaraderie."
With those words, Morgan headed sowhere.
Soon after, the door opened, and the mbers from Mirko Academy entered.
Along with them, the tension that had existed before reached its peak.
"Hmm."
Mirko's students also seed to sense that atmosphere and scanned us with a tense expression.
This isn't good.
I attended this event to get closer to Keshurin, whom I might not see again.
'Well, I can't help it. Should I show off a little?'
I wasn't interested in taking the lead, but if it served my purpose, I could step forward at any ti.
I took a step forward.
And just as I was about to say sothing to ease the tension.
"You there! You were blabbering so confidently earlier! I heard you're just a diocre guy who handles both swords and magic! I also heard that your magic skills are only at a beginner level! How dare you disrespect Grace Mayern like that without fear!"
...My thoughts changed.
Indeed, it seems that ta works have their own rits when it cos to refreshing the atmosphere, right?
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