Since there was no magician in this academy better than the Pope, the possibility of detection was significantly low.
"But rember. The ti this can be maintained is limited to five hours."
"That's enough. You've mastered everything an instructor needs to do, right?"
"Of course."
Gerhard handed over all the items needed when working as an instructor. Naturally, he had extras that had been acquired separately.
"Then see you later."
"Yes. I'll continue to stay here until you return."
"If there's a problem..."
"I'll handle it myself without needing other instructors to step in."
He pulled his robe over his head deeply and checked the map again.
"...The timing is just right."
The point marked 38 was now quite distant from the other points. Although it was still moving in a zigzag pattern, conscious of its surroundings, ultimately there was only one lake at the end.
Gerhard's eyes glead coldly.
He took out a magic orb from his subspace and injected mana. It was a kind of communication orb where when mana was injected on one side, the orb on the other side would vibrate.
Now it was ti for the second arrangent he had prepared to move.
***
A wind blew through the dense forest.
Fallen leaves dropped between the two figures facing each other.
One of them, Veriana Kalproten, swallowed as she caressed the humming signal orb on her chest.
'So why am I doing this again...'
It was because of Gerhard. Unable to ignore the threats he had left recently, she stood in front of her opponent again despite two defeats.
'I never dread I'd be standing here again so soon.'
Initially, she had thought she would win against an opponent she had naturally expected to defeat.
The second ti, she was defeated despite vowing never to let her guard down.
With those two defeats, Veriana had to admit that there was a gap in ability between her and Aint.
That's why. There wasn't the sa confidence in her sword as before when facing Aint.
Nevertheless, she had to fight.
"What you need to do in this practical is simple. When I signal, you hang on against Aint."
"The longer you hold out, the better it is for you. If you last an hour, I won't report your indiscretions to the Judges. If you last two hours, I'll give you a reward."
"No justification? Say you can't accept defeat, that you're challenging him again to maintain a knight's honor. What better justification is there for a knight?"
It was an outright threat, and naturally, there was no choice.
'I'm really wronged...!'
She had wanted revenge. She couldn't accept her defeat to Aint.
But she swore she had never sold her soul to a demon. Why on earth should she suffer like this?
She felt wronged, but there was no solution. As long as that damned recording orb existed, she had no choice but to faithfully follow Gerhard's words.
"What's this, Veriana."
Her opponent, Aint Armian, looked at her.
"You want to try once more? You know it's not allowed, right?"
That should have been her line. Veriana gritted her teeth at the rising self-loathing.
"...I cannot accept defeat."
To be honest, she now even had a bit of fear of Aint, who was getting stronger each ti.
"Two tis weren't enough?"
"Whether it's two tis or a hundred tis, it's the sa."
She'd had enough without going to a hundred tis. Nevertheless, she pushed fear far away.
"My honor has fallen into the gutter because of my defeat to you. I will fight you again to protect my honor, to reclaim it."
"What if you lose again?"
"...A knight speaks with the sword."
Because she feared Gerhard more than Aint.
Losing to Aint is just losing. In the worst-case scenario of having already lost twice, one more loss wouldn't make things any worse.
But the mont she displeased Gerhard, her life would be over. She didn't know what extraordinary thod that terrible rchant would use to lead her to hell.
"Co at , Aint. This ti will be different. You won't pass here until you defeat ."
Woooong-
Veriana's sword began to vibrate. A gray aura rose.
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