He’s stuck as the weak villain in the game he once mastered

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1:02Get a big something extra. With a Big Mac or 10-piece McNuggets, fries and a medium Coke all for just $9. Limited time only, promotion pricing may be lower than meal pricing. Ba-da-ba-ba-ba! In the depths of a forest, a young man named Ian Perkis stood amidst the blood remains of a wolf pack. The ground was stained red, and the fierce flames that had ravaged the area made it look no different from a land of death. With a swift, decisive motion, Ian yanked his sword from the body of a fallen wolf. Around him, streams of crimson energy pulsed, radiating an aura of deadly power. The battle between Ian Perkis and the wolves was far from over. Standing before him now were two massive wolves. Their bodies wrapped in a menacing, violent energy. They bared their fangs at him, snarling, ready to pounce. But Ian showed no fear. His eyes burned with courage and unwavering resolve. He raised his sword toward them, taunting, come on, is that all you've got. In an instant, the two wolves lunged forward like lightning.

2:03Their rapid movements created flashes of light that made it nearly impossible to track their forms. Within mere seconds, both wolves were already above Ian's head, fangs bared, eyes filled with the hunger to tear him apart. Yet Ian stood his ground, calm and unshaken, ready to face them head on. The two wolves roared fiercely in unison, but Ian didn't leave them waiting. With one clean, powerful strike, his sword sliced upward. The blade pierced through the head of one wolf, forcing its jaws open and agony. Without missing a beat, Ian drove his sword in again. This time leaving the beast completely immobilized. Then, twisting his body mid-air, he swiftly brought down the second wolf as well. Suddenly, a ferocious growl echoed through the air. The remaining wolf had its jaws wide open, razor-sharp teeth glinting as it lunged at Ian. Fortunately, his reflexes kicked in just in time he swung his sword horizontally, blocking the beast's gaping maw. But as the strike landed, something clicked in Ian's mind.

3:05His eyes widened, and he shouted you. The powerful wolf clenched down on Ian's sword and flung him backward with brute strength. Ian's sharp golden eyes darted behind him, his face darkening with worry as he cut sight of something. As he was forced back, yet another wolf suddenly emerged from the shadows, cutting off his escape and leaving him trapped in a deadly pincer. But Ian wasn't finished yet. With fierce determination, he summoned a battle-axe into his hand, gripping it tightly. Without hesitation, he swung it at the ambushing wolf, striking it down with brutal force. Yet even after taking down that one, Ian was still being pushed back by the other. That wolf, cunning and ruthless, slammed Ian hard against the trunk of a massive tree, pain shot through him, but Ian seized the moment. The wolf had loosened its grip, causing his sword to fall free. With a burst of strength, Ian grabbed the blade, raised it high, and slashed at the beast. He aimed straight for its eye. With every relentless swing of his axe,

4:06blood splattered everywhere, the wolf's body trembling under the onslaught. After a moment, silence fell over the forest. Ian staggered forward, leaving the mangled bodies behind him, and muttered one last word to them, thanks. But it wasn't over yet. A low, threatening growl filled the air. Another wolf stepped forward. This one cloaked in an eerie purple glow, bloodied cloth hung from its mouth, and its eyes glinted with pure malice. This wolf was massive its size alone, eclipsed all the others combined. It barred Ian's path, razor sharp fangs bared and ready to strike. Ian looked at the beast, and a single phrase slipped from his lips, you son of a bitch. His gaze remained steady, fearless as he stared down the monstrous wolf. Thanks to you, he said coldly, I finally know that letter was real, which means you don't need to be alive anymore. The scene shifted to the academy. Ian Perkus was now a student of the 53rd swordsmanship class. Slightly drunk and riding a wave of excitement,

5:07he raised his voice and shouted, hell yeah, forget the worries midterms are finally over. I've survived this damn academy one more time. Standing beside him was Saline Haster from the 52nd night class. With her arms crossed and an unimpressed look, she quickly shattered Ian's moment of triumph. It's only midterms, she pointed out flatly. You acting like this already, you know if you flunk just a few more, you're getting kicked out, right? But before Ian could retort, leto Ainstern, also from the 53rd swordsmanship class, chimed in, holding a bottle of liquor, grinning ear to ear. Hey, just let him enjoy the moment. The guy worked his ass off. His best friend's words couldn't have been more perfect. Ian slapped his thigh in agreement, laughing. Exactly. I may suck at swordsmanship, but I passed all the movement and horseback riding exams. With the confidence only alcohol can bring, leto added, even if you manage that, you're still destined to end up as a city guard

6:07in some mid-tier town after graduation. Selene watched the two of them with pure exasperation. Must be nice, living so carefree, she muttered. Meanwhile, after every exam, I feel like my life expectancy drops by a year. The two drunk idiots clink their bottles of fermented barley, throwing their arms around each other's shoulders as they declared in unison, were at the Empire's best academy. Of course it's not gonna be easy. Selene rolled her eyes and shouted at them in frustration. You think that even needs to be said. Ian immediately snapped back, who started this conversation, ha. Leto could only watch their childish argument unfold, too tired to waste any more breath and simply chuckle to himself. Turning to leave, Selene gave them one last reminder. By the way, don't forget first period tomorrow is practical swordsmanship. Show up late and they'll dock your points. So go home and sleep. With that, Ian finally turned toward his dorm room, still grumbling under his breath. Why do they schedule practical classes right after exams?

7:08The moon hung high overhead as the three of them wrapped up their pointless chatter, sensing Ian's lack of enthusiasm, Selene waved him off. It's not that big a deal. I'm heading back, too. See you both tomorrow. Drunk in carefree, Ian yelled after her, yeah, see you tomorrow. Unlike the other two, Leto was already yawning as he mumbled, heading back already. Eventually, Ian made it back to his room, pushing the door open, completely drained. He groaned. I'm never signing up for morning classes again. He flopped onto his bed, warm blankets and soft mattress welcoming him, but he still couldn't help muttering under his breath. Never again, exhausted from the day, Ian drifted into a deep sleep. Suddenly, a strange voice echoed in the darkness, calling out faintly, Delphyrum, a tragic, death-filled scene unfolded. Corpses littered the ground as far as the eye could see. Amidst the sea of lifeless bodies set a lone figure in the corner. As the figure slowly turned,

8:09it was Ian percussed himself. His eyes fixed on a crow, perched on one of the corpses. Then, the eerie voice returned, louder this time. Delphyrum is coming, Ian's expression changed. His eyes suddenly lit up, glowing unnaturally bright, but oddly unfocused. His vacant gaze drifted toward the distance as the urgent voice called again. You have to stop him. Ian found himself standing in the middle of a blazing inferno. Meteorites rained down from the sky, smashing into the earth around him. With a sudden jolt, Ian shot upright, breaking free from the nightmare. His face was drenched in sweat, his expression filled with fear and confusion. He sat frozen on his bed, trying to make sense of what just happened. What, what the hell was that dream? Delphyrum isn't that just a character from legends, rubbing the back of his neck. A sharp pain reminded him of how much he'd been drinking earlier, probably just the booze messing with my head just then. A stack of unfamiliar letters on his desk caught his eye.

9:09Curious, he glanced at them, then at the calendar. His brow furrowed in confusion. What's up with the date? Isn't a day supposed to be? And these letters, what the hell? Ian walked over to the desk, picked up one of the letters, turning it over in his hands. Inspecting it, he muttered. Whoever left this, even flipped my calendar. Judging by the handwriting, it's probably a girl. Instead of reading it, Ian couldn't resist letting his imagination run wild. His eyes widened in disbelief. No way, he pictured a secret admirer among the Academy's female students and couldn't help a grin. Someone's got a crush on me in this place. Giddy with the thought, Ian twirled the letter between his fingers. I'm definitely gonna be late for class, but hey, it's only polite to at least read the letter, right? Finally, Ian unfolded the letter and began reading seriously. I always thought it was just some fairy tale I heard as a child. Sometimes I still tell myself it's only a dream that our names carved into those old pages weren't real. But tonight, I'll dream of you again.

10:11From Sia, year 571 of the Imperial Calendar. Reading the elegant handwriting, Ian couldn't help but admire it under his breath. Damn, that's some beautiful penmanship. Ian sat down at his desk, resting his chin in his hand, mumbling to himself, fiancé, conquest, joining the monster hunting guild, practical class, the excitement he had felt earlier completely faded as he finished reading the letter, his expression darkened. I've been duped, he muttered to himself. Cross checking the letter with the calendar on his desk, Ian sighed in disappointment. The date doesn't even match. They didn't bother putting any real effort into this. You've got to try harder than that, whoever you are. One line from the letter caught his eye, if we don't protect the future, the world will fall. That only made Ian trust the letter even less. And the part about dreaming at the end, completely ridiculous. Convinced it was nothing but a prank, Ian angrily crumpled the letter in his hand, unbelievable, what a nightmare.

11:13I better get to class. With that, he tossed the letter straight into the trash. As if anyone would send me a love letter anyway. The scene cut to the bustling academy, but the moment Ian set foot on campus, something felt off. Everyone around him kept their distance, whispering quietly to each other. Careful if you make eye contact, he'll start talking to you. That lunatic, isn't he the guy from the rumors? They say he beat them. Ian furrowed his brow, feeling the strange tension in the air. He instinctively padded his waist. McDonald's is putting value back on the menu. Whether you're craving a Big Mac, McNuggets are sausage egg and cheese, McGrittle's, make it a meal and save. Your favorite is now your wallet's favorite too. Extra value meals are back. Get a big something extra. With a Big Mac or 10-piece McNuggets, fries and a medium Coke all for just $9. Limited time only, promotion pricing may be lower than meal pricing.

12:14Ba-da-ba-ba-ba. Meet the Red Bull Dragonberry Emergizer. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so? Fire. Try them all only at McDonald's. Why is everyone staring? Do I have something on me? Confused and irritated, he muttered under his breath. What the hell is going on here? Finally, salvation arrived. Ian spotted his two friends standing nearby and called out to them, Lato. Selene. But their reaction wasn't what he expected. Both immediately looked away, turning their backs to him, pretending to admire the sky. Beautiful day, huh? Yeah, real beautiful, let-o said, clearly forcing it. Leaning closer to Selene, he whispered, just ignore him. Act like we don't know him. Selene, without hesitation, agreed, obviously. I am not getting dragged into another one of his weird situations.

13:15Watching the two of them sneak glances and avoid him, Ian called out loud or hey, are you deaf or just ignoring me? Lato hesitated, finally turning to face him. His eyes narrowed as if noticing something odd. Huh? Hold on a second, he rushed over to Ian, scanning him from head to toe like a detective. You look different. Your eyes they look clearer. Ian, still overwhelmed by the weird looks and rumors scowled. Okay, I'm not in the mood for jokes right now. But before he could say anything else, Lato practically burst into tears, throwing his arms around Ian. Ian, the evil spirit possessing you, it's finally gone. Ian shoved him away, utterly confused. Evil spirit. What the hell are you talking about? Back off, man. Selene finally spoke up, her voice calm but serious. Something strange has been controlling you for the past week. Ian froze, trying to process it. A whole week? But I literally said goodbye to you guys last night.

14:16Selene's expression darkened with frustration. You don't remember a thing. Lato, equally annoyed, added, You've been treating us like servants for days. Thanks to you, our reputations are ruined. As whole, Lito muttered under his breath. If you hadn't threatened us with that axe of yours, we would have dragged you to an exorcist days ago. Hearing that, Ian glanced down at the axe in his hand, puzzled. Axe, you mean this thing? The moment Lito and Selene spotted the weapon, their face is twisted with dread. Keep that damn thing away from us. Selene snapped. The traumatic memories are already flooding back. Everything was happening so fast. Ian barely had time to process it all, possessed by an evil spirit. Is that even possible? I don't remember being near anything dangerous or touching anything cursed. Could it have something to do with that nightmare? His friend's voice has snapped him back to reality. Thank God it's finally gone. Lato's side in relief. Yeah, we're lucky it disappeared before anything worse happened.

15:17Selene agreed, but Ian's gut twisted with anxiety. Worse. What do you mean worse? What the hell did I do? Then came the bombshell. Oh, nothing much, Selene said casually. You just beat the top student of the second year. Ian's mind scrambled to piece together the information. The top student, second year, they're talking about. The youngest or a master, the so-called monster swordswoman of the second year students, Syria Iodina. Ian shouted, horrified. Selene nodded, completely unbothered. Yeah, you wrecked her. She's been in the infirmary all week. Ian's jaw dropped in disbelief. No freaking way. What kind of evil spirit possessed me to pull that off? Selene running out of patience, crossed her arms. Who knows? But Ian, what's your plan now? Ian blinked, completely overwhelmed. Plan. What plan? Selene gave him a look like he was the dumbest person alive. I mean the swordsmanship class today.

16:17You'll be seeing her again, remember? Ian stood frozen, reality hitting him like a freight train. Me. To my dearest Ian percuss I often wonder, is there anyone out there who doesn't like spring? I heard this saying back in the capital, Arancus. You're such a refined gentleman, always dressed in that elegant attire. Your grace and calm demeanor left quite an impression on me. Looking back now, I can't help but guess, you must once worked for a noble household, didn't you? You told me that last winter, you wandered aimlessly without a place to call home, and yet, your smile was as warm as the spring sun. Of course, it makes sense winter has passed. A flash of memory returned. Maria Yardina lay up the ground, her expression frozen in disbelief, her sword had already slipped from her hand. Struggling to push herself up, she used her sword for support, her body trembling as she stood, her voice wavered with shock as she muttered. Unbelievable, you couldn't even last ten seconds against me before, and now, but Ian stared

17:18her down coldly, his voice void of emotion. The only thing unbelievable here, is how mediocre your swordsmanship really is. With that, he struck her across the face with brutal force, sending her flying backward. Syria Yardina crashed hard against the wall behind the training grounds. But Ian wasn't done. Without hesitation, he slashed down with his sword, striking her back with devastating force. The spectators were frozen, unable to believe what they were seeing. Wasn't Syria undefeated, even against the elite students from Class 54. How the hell did Ian beat her? In the memory, Ian approached Syria's fallen body, his eyes empty, solace. He raised his sword again, speaking coldly, hey, look at me. Doesn't any of this seem suspicious to you? He lifted the blade high, ready to deliver the final blow, yet still found the time to mock her. Rushing in the moment you see an opening. You didn't even realize, it was a trap. The flashback ended.

18:20Back in the present, Ian still couldn't wrap his head around it. Why the hell did I have to fight one of my own classmates? His gaze drifted to Syria Yardina, who was clearly determined to settle the score. Ian sighed in frustration. It'd be one thing if I had to fight someone I could actually handle but no. It has to be the undefeated monster of the academy. Syria Yardina raised her sword, sliding into her battle stance, ready to strike again. From the sidelines, Celine's voice rang out in panic, Ian. Quit while you still can. Just forfeit. The crowd of students around them started whispering, clearly enjoying the drama. Man Syria's really stubborn, huh? Even after that humiliating loss she just won't let it go. She probably can't accept it, someone else snickered. The professors always cover for her cause she's strong. Must've crushed her pride this time. Honestly, even I'd be embarrassed. Inside the arena Ian and Syria stood face to face, ready for round two. The professor finally raised his voice, enough chatter, begin.

19:23The students quieted down as the professor added, and remember, this duel replaces your regular class, so yeah your grades depend on this. Ian clenched his jaw, frustration simmering beneath the surface. Dammit, that stupid evil spirit. You couldn't have stuck around long enough to finish this mess before disappearing. You leave me in the middle of this crap, and now what? His eyes darted to Syria as he quickly assessed the situation. He's a top student. Losing a few points doesn't mean anything to her. But if I flunk this I'm done for. No job, no future, living off my parents forever. The professor's voice echoed in his head, just hold out until she satisfied. Ten minutes I can survive ten minutes, taking a deep breath, Ian steelled himself for the fight, or so he thought. Before he could even react, Syria Urdina was suddenly right in front of him. In the blink of an eye, Ian was launched backward, flying through the air like a ragdoll. He hit the ground face first perfectly. Lying there in the dirt, reality set in.

20:25His mind screamed in pure despair. There's no way in hell I'm lasting ten minutes. I'll be lucky to survive one before I'm hospitalized. She's not gonna let me off easy. Get up Ian. Get your damn body moving. With a deep breath and a flicker of determination, Ian pushed himself off the ground. His body still ached, but his pride hurt even more. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, forcing a grin. Alright, guess it's my turn now, huh? Across from him, Syria Urdina narrowed her eyes. Her voice is cold as ever. Do whatever you want. Without wasting another second, Ian dashed toward her, launching himself into the air. He spun mid-flight, bringing his sword down with surprising precision. But mid-attack, a strange thought slipped into his mind. What the? Why does my body feel so light? His movements were sharper, faster, more controlled like he wasn't even himself. What the hell happened to me while I can't remember a thing? My body's moving exactly how I wanted to.

21:28Meanwhile, Syria Urdina's expression lit up with satisfaction. This was the moment she'd been waiting for. The chance to take her revenge. Her smile widened with confidence as her eyes sharpened like blades. In an instant, an invisible pressure filled the air around her. Effortlessly she deflected Ian's strike, causing his sword to fly out of his hands. Pain shot through his body as he crashed to the ground again. I thought maybe I could work my way out of this. But nope. Hopeless. Ian lay there his face full of frustration. Syria approached. Her expression unreadable. So that opening was an intentional. She tilted her head, confused. The way you're fighting now, it doesn't make sense. Last week you swatted me aside like I was a joke. That was it. Ian had reached his breaking point. His voice exploded with pent-up frustration. Enough with the last week crap. One more word about last week and I swear I'll lose my mind. But his outburst only fueled Syria's anger.

22:29Her eyes burned with rage as she shouted. And whose fault is it that I became the Academy's laughing stock? With that, she leapt high into the air, channeling every ounce of strength into her next strike. Ian barely had time to raise his sword to block the ferocious attack. But as their blades clashed, something clicked in his mind. No doubt about it my reflexes, my awareness they're all sharper than before. I can actually keep up with her now. The exchange continued, fierce and relentless. Ian was knocked back again, his body hitting the ground with a painful thud. But this time it wasn't just random flailing. He was reading her moves, sensing her rhythm. When Syria lunged again, Ian's instinct screamed, low attack. She swung her blade and Ian adjusted instantly. Next one's a direct strike. Her patterns started to unfold before him like a puzzle. Or at least, that's what it looks like. Her attacks chained together seamlessly, keeping Ian on edge.

23:30The fight dragged on an exhausting, chaotic blur of metal and footwork. But despite the odds Ian realized something, it's a damn mess but somehow I'm keeping up. Knocked to the floor once more, Ian braced himself on his sword and caught his breath. His eyes narrowed as he studied Syria's form. What the hell's with all those unnecessary movements? Before he could finish that thought, Syria's voice cut through the arena. Don't just rush in because you see an opening. After the possibility it's a trap wasn't that what you told me last week. That's why I demanded this rematch. But this time Syria's eye scanned Ian from head to toe with pure disgust, but you're pathetic. Her voice cracked with frustration as she roared. Is this finally when you start taking this seriously? Fueled by her words? Ian's mind finally clicked. I get it now my strength really has improved. But one thing's for sure Syria Yardina isn't the same as last time either. But no time left to think. The two of them lunged at each other again.

24:32Blades flashing, fists flying, locked in a chaotic, all out brawl. By now, Ian had figured it out. The unnecessary movements in Syria Yardina's swordplay, they weren't accidents. They were habits ones she developed because of what he had said last week. The two clashed across the arena. Their blades colliding over and over in a relentless exchange. But even with his improved reflexes, Ian was still on the losing end. His strikes carried too much weight, too much skill. Syria. Burning with determination, pressed forward with everything she had. Meanwhile Ian's mind raced. Okay okay, I've kept up with her long enough. If I surrender now, maybe, just maybe, this whole stupid grudge of hers will finally die down. Across from him, Syria raised her sword with absolute confidence, declaring loudly, good. Now that you're finally serious, let me show you what I'm really capable of. She charged. And at that moment Ian sought the perfect opportunity. He planted his feet, unmoving, deciding to take the head on.

25:34If getting his ass kicked ended this ridiculous vendetta, so be it. Syria's strike landed clean. Ian crashed to the floor, his body throbbing with pain. His vision blurred. The professor's voice rang out from the sidelines. If Ian can't stand within five seconds Syria wins, half conscious Ian's mind drifted, possessed, fighting the top student, easily the most unbelievable crap I've ever been through. 1. The professor called. Ian's thoughts darkened. Still, I did what I could to make up for it. Guess it's back to being a regular nobody. As the professor reached two, Syria's voice snapped through the haze. You took that hit on purpose, didn't you? Don't think this ends here. If you walk away like this, I'll challenge you again, and again, and again until you've suffered the same humiliation I did. The words punched through Ian's fog like ice water. At three, his body jolted as his eyes shot open. Syria wasn't finished. Her voice sharpened, bitter and unrelenting.

26:36I don't care if you refuse, skip class, hide under your bed. I'll hunt you down every time until you understand exactly what I went through. Ian's face twisted with frustration. You seriously hate me this much. Just because I toyed with you for one damn week I don't even remember. The professor sensing Ian's rising anger called out calmly, Ian, if you want to withdraw, now's the time. Do you want to stop? Ian clenched his fists, his jaw tightening, his eyes burned with defiance. No. I'm still good to go. The professor nodded. All right then, the match continues. Both of you get ready. They faced each other again in the center of the arena. There he is grip on her sword tightened, satisfaction glinting in her eyes. Good, no way I'm letting this end like that. Backed into a corner, Ian's frustration boiled over. If there's no running from this, then screw it. I'll rip that ridiculous pride of hers to shreds. But as Ian steelled himself Syria was already on the move rushing at him with deadly speed.

27:39But to everyone's shock, Ian didn't dodge. He stood firm, eyes locked onto Syria Yardina as she charged at him with full force. And then effortlessly, with just one hand he caught her sword mid-strike. Syria froze. Her expression twisted in disbelief. Her mind struggling to process what had just happened. No way, she muttered. Almost instinctively. Ian's face remained unreadable, cold and composed as he gripped her wrist tightly, refusing to let go. The growing anxiety on Syria's face didn't phase him one bit. Instead, he leaned in close, his voice low, sharp and cutting straight through the tension between them. Got you. Syria's widened, unable to mask the mixture of frustration and uncertainty building inside her. The second love letter read every time we do this. Every time we fight, I think about what we've achieved, how we've protected this world, how we've become heroes. I used to believe that was nothing more than some silly fairy tale from the story books we read as kids. And honestly, sometimes it still feels like a dream, that our names were written into those

28:43pages. All of it, it's thanks to you. No, maybe not just you. Maybe, thanks to all of us. Ian was breathing heavily, forcing himself to stay calm. There's no running away from this, he reminded himself. His eyes locked onto Syria Yardina, who stood before him, brow furrowed, soared at the ready. Today I'll tear apart the ridiculous pride of yours all over again. Ian lowered his stance slightly quietly observing. After their last clash he had realized something crucial. I can see it now, the way she moves with her sword. Across from him, Syria's sharp eyes stayed focused, studying him in return. Ian's thoughts raced. I can dodge this, it's fine just stay focused. Sweat ran down his forehead as he tilted his head up slightly, bracing himself. Come on, bring it. And the moment those words formed in his mind, Syria shot forward at full speed. Her voice echoed with determination. I'll crush your pride completely this time. After lunged, her sword cutting a sharp line through the air.

29:46Ian's eyes widened. I can see her blade, crystal clear. Syria twisted her body mid-air, her frame tense, bringing her sword overhead. With a fierce scowl, she brought it down hard, aiming to slice straight from Ian's shoulder downward. But Ian's eyes gleamed. This is at the moment she swings. His legs tensed, springing him upwards in a perfect dodge. Time seemed to slow. Ian firmly rooted, looked up, waiting for the exact moment. Syria's hands gripped her wooden sword tightly, as she slammed it downward with everything she had. A sharp crack echoed across the arena. Syria froze, eyes wide in disbelief. Her blade had been completely blocked. Ian's fierce gaze met hers as he growled, got you. With a smooth pivot he tossed her backward, leaving her stunned. And in that single moment, Ian raised his sword high and shouted, it's over. His eyes widened and shock, frozen in place. Her body trembled as she clutched her head, shaken, overwhelmed by fear and disbelief.

30:48Ian paused, realizing something wasn't right. His expression darkened in quiet reflection. Wait, is this really okay? His gaze drifted downward, mind racing. Why am I the one cleaning up this mess from the past? Nothing's getting resolved. This whole situation will just repeat itself. Seeing his hand toward Syria, Ian spoke not with malice, but with quiet resolve. This isn't about winning or losing. It's about facing what's right in front of us. Syria flinched as Ian reached out only to flick her forehead, hard. The entire crowd gasped in surprise, whispered spreading like wildfire. Syria winced, dropping to one knee, glaring up at Ian with frustration as he tried to ease the situation. What? What the hell was that? Are you mocking me because you won? Why do you care so much about beating me? Syria fell silent for a moment, as if the question struck a chord. But soon enough, her frustration burst out as she shouted, because winning is everything. Ian smiled softly, as if he couldn't quite understand her logic.

31:52Is what other people think, really that important to you? A memory of Syria endlessly practicing her swordsmanship surfaced in Ian's mind. He spoke gently, losing one match won't change how people see you. And even if they talk, all the effort you've poured into your swordsmanship doesn't just disappear overnight. Syria's expression softened, her eyes cast downward as she sank to the ground, defeated and quiet. Yeah, I know. But it still stings when you're made a joke of. Ian chuckled under his breath, gently teasing, but isn't it unfair? If all that hard work you've done suddenly feels meaningless just because of that. Syria's cheeks flushed pink as her eyes lifted in quiet realization. Ian now completely at ease, pointed out, I've been losing non-stop since I stepped foot in this academy. Trust me on this, when the sun hits the top of the tallest tower, nothing anyone says down here really matters. Syria's eyes glimmered with understanding as a small smile crept across her lips. She closed her eyes briefly, acknowledging the truth in his words.

32:54He's right, I've been convincing myself that my swordsmanship was useless, even though, that's the very swordsmanship I've poured my belief and effort into. Her voice softened. I've learned a lot today. With that, Syria gave a small bow of gratitude. Thank you. Up in the stance Xaline's jaw dropped. Wait, does that mean Ian won? The crowd around them buzzed with excitement, some laughing, others wide eyed with shock. That guy he just beat the top second-year student twice. Who the hell even is he? On the other side Professor Derek shouted with excitement. Ah, youth is truly wonderful. The winner of this match is Ian. Ian walked away with a calm, determined expression, ignoring the curious stairs from those around him. His mind was focused. From now on I'll walk my own path, no matter what others say. His eyes burned with resolve, carrying a spark of hope just like his mentor had taught him. But of course rumors have no sense of timing. Things never go exactly the way you want them to.

33:55Hey, look over there. It's Ian percussed the guy from all those rumors. The people behind him whispered excitedly, isn't he the one who almost killed her the first time? And then forced her to admit defeat again just now. Oh man, stay away from that guy. Ian stayed silent, lost and thought. The only reason I won is because she wasn't fighting at her full strength yet. It wasn't because I'm stronger. Despite his doubts, Ian couldn't deny one thing. Still I've improved a lot. My ability to sense Aura and Mana has gotten way better compared to before. Even with all those unnecessary movements of hers, if my skills were worse, there's no way I could have won to begin with. His thoughts drifted to the strange incidents from the week he couldn't remember, before he could dwell on it. A pair of hands clapped him on the back from behind. What the hell happened to you during that week you don't remember, huh? Ian turned to see Leto Ane Stern catching up to him, with Celine has to right beside him.

34:56You greeted cheerfully, hey, you're not going to pretend I don't exist too, are you? Celine looked at Ian with a pout, rubbing her head in frustration. I still can't wrap my head around why you got possessed in the first place. The conversation quickly drifted back to familiar, comfortable banter. Leto added, the same test at the church said you're fine now, so I figured you'd be all right. Ian shrugged fine, huh? Then why are there weird rumors about me floating around everywhere? Celine brushed it off with a carefree grin. Who cares about dumb rumors? Honestly it's not so bad. You used to be treated like some bottom-rung noble nobody, but that's not the case anymore, right? Her cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke, before quickly shifting to a teasing, annoyed tone. Ian just laughed and replied, every time I heard someone say he's got a nice face, but he's just some countryside noble, so not that attractive I'd get so pissed. But hey, that still means they're into me, right? Whatever he could finish his sentence, Celine stomped hard on his foot.

35:57All right, that's enough out of you. Celine huffed, completely ignoring Ian's pained expression, and turned her back on him. Thanks to you, even the high-ranking nobles have stopped messing with us. They're all scared you'll crush them next. Celine turned, curiosity-written all over her face. Ian clutched his leg and pain and grumbled, which rumor? You're gonna have to be more specific. There've been so many about me lately, I can't even keep track. Rita walked up, smirking as he reminded him, while Celine gasped and shocked behind him. They say, Siri has been following you around ever since that day. Is that true? Look over there but don't make it obvious. The three of them quickly turned their heads. Not far away, a familiar white-haired figure peaked out from behind a corner, awkwardly spying on them. Siri's face flushed red beneath the small black mask she was wearing. Lato couldn't help but tease as he and Ian shielded Celine, who was yelling an embarrassment behind them. She really thinks that matching disguise is fooling anyone. And why is she following you around?

36:59Did she already forget you almost beat her to death? Lato gave Ian a sympathetic glance. Ian groaned, clearly fed up. Since when did she start tailing me? This is driving me crazy. Lato offered a simple solution. Ian go talk to her before she goes completely nuts. Ian sighed, exhausted. Fine meanwhile, Siriya, still hiding behind her little mask, fidgeted nervously, muttering to herself, I need to ask him before it's too late. Ian walked over, scratching his cheek awkwardly. Siriya, I've noticed you've been following me around a lot lately. Is there something you wanted to say? Siri had jumped in shock, scrambling for words. As senior you saw through my disguise. Even thought to himself, she really thought that disguise would work. Blushing furiously, Siriya rung her hands and blurted out. I want you to teach me. Ian raised an eyebrow, looking down at her thoughtfully. Because you want to get stronger. He couldn't help but notice. Ha, she's way more polite than before.

38:00Ian opened his mouth slowly, about to explain. What could I possibly teach her? If it's about morals, that's one thing. But I've got nothing to teach someone who's already stronger than me. Siriya tilted her head slightly, waiting for his answer with innocent eyes. But deep down, Ian thought, more importantly, I finally get to live a normal life again. I don't want to get tangled up with her anymore. Without hesitation, Ian declined. Sorry I'm gonna have to say no. Siriya panicked, scrambling for a reason. Huh? But you beat me twice. Ian replied flatly. That wasn't because of my skills or anything. You just let your guard down. He turned to leave, eager to escape the situation. Siriya quickly followed after him, protesting to be honest. The only reason I won was because of pure luck. Ian shot back, luxe a skill too, you know. But then, Siriya's next suggestion caught him completely off guard. If you can't train me for long. At least help me until the hunting festival.

39:02Please. The hunting festival. A memory from the letter resurfaced in Ian's mind. That ridiculous, ominous letter had mentioned the hunting festival too. His expression darkened as he recalled the details. There were a lot of accidents at that year's festival. Emma from the Alchemy department went out to gather herbs and ended up getting attacked by some kind of unknown beast. They found her her stomach ripped open. Ian froze, the memory chilling him to the core. Siriya, still blushing, poured her heart out. I know there's no real reason for you to help me. But thanks to you, I remembered what I still need to do. Ian kept walking, brushing her off. If you really want to get stronger, go ask Professor Durk, not me. Behind them Lido and Celine watched the scene unfold with curiosity. Celine called out, hey, were you running off to all of a sudden? Did you even sort things out with Siriya yet? Ian replied quickly, not yet, but I just remembered there's something more important I need to do.

40:02See ya. The image of the letter flashed through Ian's mind. His expression turned serious as he thought to himself. Honestly, I don't believe a single thing written in that letter. But seeing my friend's name in there. That's enough to bother me. I have to check if she's safe. But could that really have been a letter from the future? The soft gold and sunlight reflected off porcelain bottles as Emma quietly prepared her potions. She worked silently, focused on her craft, unaware of Ian approaching. Ian frowned slightly, convinced, she definitely knows something. The first letter echoed clearly in his memory I've gotten used to life here in a rank court. I was so worried about what would happen when I crossed the desert a place where all you see is endless sand. But in the end, even that place is still home to people. The sun feels warm. The sea sparkles under the golden sunlight. Have you ever heard the saying, if you look through a fairy's eyes, you'll see hidden treasures. That's exactly how it feels. Reading you this letter has somehow become one of the most important parts of my day.

41:05The sunlight stretched across the schoolgrounds, pouring down like golden honey overflowing from a jar. Siri Yardina took a deep breath, then swung her sword forward with fierce determination. Her eyes burned with absolute resolve. Standing nearby, Professor Derek exclaimed with approval good. That's it. Derek's tone turned firm as he continued, you're almost there. Keep pushing yourself, and you'll be able to manifest a full aura before the hunting festival begins. Siri appallitely replied, thank you, Professor. Derek chuckled with amusement, honestly I never thought you'd come to me for training. Siri smiled enthusiastically, senior Ian suggested I should ask you. Derek froze for a second, sweat breaking out on his forehead. What? He muttered, clearly thrown off. Siri's expression tensed up as if she realized something troubling. She lightly tapped her chin and thought, then quickly bowed, in that case I'll excuse myself. Looks like there's nothing left you can teach me. Derek sighed inwardly, she still lacks basic social skills as always.

42:09Siri awave cheerfully as she turned to leave, see you in class, Professor. Just as she walked off, Derek called out after her, catching up as he reassured her, no need to rush. That kid only placed second in the hunting competition during his second year, you know? His face showed clear concern, prompting Derek to explain further. I know it's weird for your professor to tell you not to rush when you're so eager to improve your ranking, but let me give you a tip since this will be your first hunting festival. Derek leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as he warned, familiarize yourself with the terrain and the monsters in the southern forest. That's where the hunting festival will take place. I'm sure your seniors already started training. Siri's eyes widened with surprise. The southern forest? Are there strong monsters there? Derek answered calmly, near the edge of the forest, not really. But once you venture deeper, you'll run into plenty of dangerous creatures. Siri and nodded politely, understood. Next time I'll go further in.

43:10Derek's tone grew more serious, just don't go alone, alright? He added cautiously. Even though most of the students can handle the typical monsters, the really nasty ones start showing up more often as the festival approaches. With a thoughtful expression, Derek began explaining, in the age of creation, the benevolent god Ars was born from the light, while the dark god omels was born from the shadows. It was Ars, over time, who shaped the universe. That's why time flows from the past to the future. But if that order is disrupted, the world falls into chaos. To prevent that, Ars sealed time itself with powerful forbidden magic. Light being that can go against that natural order is considered an enemy of Ars one of the most powerful beings in existence. Like Delphum. Meanwhile, in another corner of the academy, Emma stared at Ian with an unimpressed look on her face, did that finally sink in for you. Ian waved a hand dismissively, not really. Emma groaned in frustration, letting out a tired yawn.

44:11You woke me up after I spent all night working, just to have me explain this to you. She jabbed him on the forehead twice hard enough to hurt as she continued scolding. And after disappearing for a whole month, you show up at my door, say something ridiculous like I'm just glad you're okay, and expect me to be fine with it. With a playful yet exasperated smile, she added, you seriously need to learn how to enjoy life. Every time you get focused on something, it's like your brain floats off into the clouds. But I'll let it slide, since we're friends, right? Emma let out a long sigh. Is that all? Even though you only show up when you need something. Ian clasped his hands together, eyes filled with guilt as he pleaded, I know I woke you up. But come on, you always scold me anyway. He continued sincerely, I'm really sorry. But could you maybe explain it a little simpler this time? Emma shot him a playful wink. Well, at least you know you messed up. She smiled and raised a finger toward him, teasing. All right, I'll explain it one more time. But let me ask you this.

45:12If you wanted to defy time itself, you'd need some insane amount of power, right? Ian hesitated, I guess so. Emma leaned in slightly, revealing. And there's only one being in this world with that kind of power. Delphilm the servant of the dark god. Ian's eyes lit up as if a realization hit him, wait, are you saying that letter I got was from Delphilm? Emma rolled her eyes. You seriously need to work on your common sense. Ian snapped back defensively, hey. That's exactly what you're implying, isn't it? Emma shrugged, look, if I had to name someone, yeah, it'd be Delphilm. But how would a god assuming they even exist pull that off? Ian stammered, well, what if, what if it's the dark god doing it? Emma flinched slightly at that thought. We don't even know if the dark god is real. Ian scratched his head awkwardly, forcing a laugh, ha, right fair point. Without another word, Emma pulled out two vials one filled with glowing green liquid, the other pitch black. She handed them to him, adding with a warning tone, either way, you're not getting letters

46:16from the future. So maybe go back to your dorm and keep that nonsense locked up. Ian frowned to himself, thinking just because I said something crazy, does she really have to treat me like an idiot? Though, maybe I really am an idiot for even believing I got a letter from the future, as if remembering something, Emma quickly added. Oh, right way to sec, there's something I wanted to give you. Ian tilted his head, curious what is it? Emma explained, it's a new item stealth potion. But want to see if it works? Ian's eyes sparkled with excitement, if I drink this I go invisible. Emma lowered her gaze, correcting him not invisible stealth. Big difference. Without overthinking, Ian popped open the vial and down the entire contents in one gulp. Emma's eyes widened and horror. Hey what the hell are you doing? Ian's face twisted as he gagged, sticking out his tongue, ah, that taste disgusting. Emma, clearly fuming, scolded him, why'd you chug the whole thing? That stuff's insanely rare, you know.

47:18Despite getting smacked across the face hard enough to almost lose his identity, Ian remained cheerful, replying. I just wanted to see if it worked. That's all. Now, close your eyes for a sec I'll go hide. Emma reluctantly shut her eyes, curiosity peaked, fine. To clear the results the better. She explained, I'll close my eyes and try to sense your presence. On Ian's side, something changed the air around his body shimmered faintly with a bluish glow. Startled, Ian looked at his palm and thought, it's weird, but I can't even sense myself anymore. It's like I turned into a ghost. A wide grin spread across his face is another thought struck him. If I can stay quiet while hiding, this'll give me a huge advantage at the hunting festival. Before Ian could even finish his thoughts, Emma had already grabbed the front of his shirt. She coldly pinched hard, making Ian yelp and pain. Tilting his head back, Ian cried out, H how how did you find me? Emma, completely unimpressed, sighed. Yeah, that's not gonna work.

48:19Honestly, I didn't think it would. Ian blanked in confusion. Wait, what do you mean it won't work? Why not? Emma explained, because of your body's scent, she raised her voice. You might be invisible, but your smell's still there. Ian froze eyes wide. My my smell. Emma nodded with a matter of fact expression. Everyone has their own unique scent. You just can't smell your own. I didn't notice when I tested it on myself, but yeah, we've got a new problem to fix. Ian walked toward the door, calling back. Good luck with that. Why am I even worried about you? You're way stronger than me anyway. Get tilted her head, curious you leaving? Ian replied casually. Now that I know you're fine, I'll head into the woods, drink the other potion there, and let you know how it goes. Suddenly remembering something, he turned back. Oh, right don't go into the forest alone until the hunting festival got it. If you absolutely have to call me. Ian added, you've heard the rumors, right?

49:20The monsters there have been acting strangely lately. Emma smiled brightly, really? Well, I'll keep that in mind. Seems like this is your chance to actually be useful for once. Ian smirked, pleased? Yeah, yeah, just stay sharp, all right? As the sun dip behind the mountains, the sky burned orange like molten honey spilling across the clouds. Ian sat on his bed, holding that strange letter in his hand, staring at it intensely. His frustration boiled over as he crumpled it and threw it into the trash. Damn it, who the hell sent me this thing? Ian flopped onto his bed, lost in thought. Anyway, I warned her not to go alone. She should be fine just then. Lido Aynestern barged into the room, shouting, were you been? I before leto could finish, Ian interrupted sharply, grabbing him by the collar. It was you, wasn't it? Ian glared, you know how much crap Emma gave me because of those stupid letters you sent. Leto froze, confused. What letters? Wait you went to see Emma.

50:22How is she? Ian sighed, letting go all let it slide this time. But next time, stop telling me people are gonna die. I've had enough of that nonsense. Leto scowled, his voice low intense. I asked you how Emma's doing. What the hell are you babbling about? He pressed again, is Emma all right or not? Ian answered confidently, of course she's fine. What neither of them realized was that at that exact moment. Emma was standing at death's door. Her body was bloodied and bruised deep gashes all over, lying helplessly within the line of sight of a vicious, snarling wolf. Meanwhile, Ian blissfully unaware, reassured leto, how could she not be fine? The letter, the first one honestly, I was a little suspicious when you told me I had to send you a letter every month. You of all people, Ian right? But I guess part of me felt a little flutter, thinking of you smiling at me without saying anything. Missing the person who loved me as you watched me leave. Though, as always it seems like I'm the only one who feels that way.

51:23I send a letter every two days, yet you only reply once a week. At that moment inside a lavish estate, Emma lay neatly on the bed, her body covered in scratches. A hand hovered gently over her abdomen, casting a healing spell. It was a manual the same test. She quietly whispered, may the Lord be with you. The customary greeting from the holy nation. Ian clasped his hands together in prayer, calling out softly, immagual, a voice reported from nearby. We found her at the entrance to the forest. According to scouts, it was likely the work of a monster. The same test, a sorrowful look on her face, added, that area rarely sees monster activity. She must have let her guard down. Still, drinking that potion that made her appear dead after being attacked, it probably saved her life. Ian's voice shook with frustration. Same test, if you're divine power the same test cut him off gently but firmly. My divine power isn't that almighty. Her tone turned hesitant as she explained.

52:24If you can offer something of significant value as a sacrifice, we might be able to perform a miracle. Ian's anger erupted. You know full well she's the daughter of an herb gatherer. What kind of valuable offering do you expect her to have? The same test calmly clarified, it's not about money or wealth. It's something rare, something hard to acquire. Her expression turned serious. I'm sorry but you need to prepare for the worst. She warned him gently, Emma's father will arrive soon. Explaining all this to him, it won't be easy. If you wish to hand responsibility over to us, you can leave now. But Ian shook his head firmly. No, I'll stay. I was the last person to see Emma. His fists clenched at his sides. I have to face him, it might be the last time I see her too. The same test placed a comforting hand on her chest, whispering a blessing. Mayor Hart find peace. A radiant golden light shimmered from her body, filling the room with warmth. Across the room, leto Ainstrene slammed his fist into the wall.

53:26His voice trembling with rage. Damn it all. Leto's voice cracked with frustration. Why, why the hell were their monsters near the forest entrance? If not for that she could have escaped. Ian called out trying to steady him. No, before either could speak further, a blood-curdling cry echoed the mansion. My daughter. Emma's father collapsed to the floor, his tears falling like rain. His voice was horse with grief. Why? Ian stepped forward gently. Your Emma's father? The man's red, swollen eyes lifted to meet Ian's, filled with desperation. You, you know my daughter? Falling to his knees he pleaded, please sir. I beg you, at least. Let me see her, just once. But due to the risk of infection, they wouldn't even allow Emma's father to approach her bedside. Ian and leto could only stand by, powerless. If only we had influence, if only we had the wealth to offer, maybe we could do something. Ian's heart ached with bitter realization. But all we are are low-ranking countryside nobles.

54:29All we can do is tell him, the priests are doing everything they can to save her. From his pocket, Ian retrieved a small blue vile. His voice softened, sir. Emma gave me this. He held out the vile carefully. It's a new potion she crafted herself. She was proud of it. I believe you should be the one to hold onto her achievement. Emma's father shook his head, his voice cracking with emotion. No please you use it, sir. He grasped Ian's shoulders tightly, his eyes pleading. In return, please, please, never forget Emma. Please I beg you, don't forget my daughter. Ian's eyes filled with tears as he watched the broken man before him. His heart twisted with regret. Is there really nothing I can do? His gaze fell upon Emma's frail, unconscious form. A wave of guilt washed over him. I could have prevented this. If only I'd taken that letter seriously, if only my warning hadn't been so half-hearted. Before leaving Ian thought to himself, I don't know if this letter really came from the

55:31future. I don't even know if what's written in it is true or not. But I can't just completely ignore its contents either. His gaze hardened with determination. If that's the case, I need to find Shia the person who wrote this letter. Ian carefully tucked the letter back into his pocket, determined to make sure that the events described in it never came to pass. Suddenly, leto's shocked voice cut through his thoughts. Sapia? Wait, are you telling me you finally got a girlfriend? You're not being scammed, right? You're messing with me, aren't you? I can't believe it, someone like you actually interested in women. Before leto could continue rambling, Ian clamped a hand over his mouth, his expression dead pan. What the hell are you talking about? I told you I'm trying to find the person who wrote that letter. Leto wide-eyed asked, did you check the student registry yet? Ian nodded thoughtfully. Yeah, but there was nothing. No record at all. Leto's cheeks flushed red like ripe tomatoes as he exclaimed.

56:33Then maybe it's a fake name. What kind of woman gets you all worked up like this? Huh, must be some real femme fattail. Ian groaned his frustration showing, for the last time it's not like that, and why the hell would I be nervous? He emphasized I'd just have some questions I need answered. Leto grin mischievously. Uh huh, and do your questions involve her agreeing to be your girlfriend. That was the final straw. After Ian thoroughly educated Leto with a quick scolding, Leto finally surrendered, waving a metaphorical white flag. Okay, okay I'll stop. Still Leto tilted his head pondering aloud. But isn't Sepia the name of a flower? Ian nodded. Yeah that's why I'm not sure if it's a real name or just some sort of alias. I heard it's a common flower up north, so maybe she's from there. His thoughts drifted for a moment. The north isn't that the territory of house Yardina? Leto crossed his arms continuing while I'll ask around. But if we're talking about someone from the north, only one person comes to mind.

57:37He chuckled, turning to his left. Your little stalker over there the crazy fan of yours. The one and only Syria Yardina, hiding behind a massive tree trunk, Syria blushed fiercely as she peaked at the two of them. Ian sighed in exasperation. Honestly I thought it might have been her too. No added. The only noble family I know from the snowy north is house Yardina. But why would she write you a love letter under a fake name instead of just saying it to your face? Ian groaned, snapping, shut up. At that moment Syria, face still flushed with embarrassment, stepped out from behind the tree. She nervously held up a pouch full of gold, her voice trembling. That this is to repay you for teaching me, Ian panicked, waving his hands. Hold on, repay me for what? And that's way too much gold. There's gotta be over 200 in there. Syria's eyes sparkled with sincerity as she explained. Last time, when I asked you for guidance, I realized it was rude of me not to offer anything

58:38in return. Ian quickly shook his head. It wasn't rude at all. And there's no way I can accept that much gold. A giant question mark practically hovered over Ian's head as he thought to himself. But why does she seem so desperate for my guidance? Syria's voice broke through his thoughts. Because I couldn't think of anyone else I could learn from. Ian sighed internally. I thought she'd gotten a little better, but I guess that only applies when she's in front of me. Syria added earnestly. There are always things you can learn from someone you've never been able to defeat. Ian hesitated, visibly flustered. But, but Syria, I already told you. I'm really not qualified to teach someone like you. Ian gave a sheepish, awkward smile, rubbing the back of his neck. Besides, you're already pretty skilled. Even without my help, I'm sure you'll reach a higher level someday. Before he could finish Syria suddenly cut him off, blurting. The hunting festival. Her expression turned serious as she explained.

59:38If I miss this year's hunting festival, I'll lose my only chance. Ian raised an eyebrow, surprised. Hold on, the hunting festival. His expression darkened as a thought struck him. The letter mentioned that Sepia would be at this year's hunting festival, too, didn't it? Placing a hand firmly on Syria's shoulder, Ian encouraged her. If you're not strong enough, his eyes grew more resolute. Syria, let's train together. He thought to himself I need to find out. Is Syria actually Sepia? And so, Ian began training alongside Syria for several days. While he hadn't yet figured out whether she was sepia or not, he had learned a few things. But Syria trained insanely hard. She lacked basic communication skills and had even earned the nickname Rudir Dina. But it wasn't because she was intentionally mean it was simply because she was terrible at socializing. Second, Ian nearly jumped out of his skin one afternoon, yelling Syria doesn't understand the concept of rest. He'd heard that high-ranking nobles often pushed themselves to the limit during training,

1:00:40relying on recovery potions to stay on their feet. It was no exception. Crouching beside her, Ian asked with genuine concern, are you okay? Syria simply replied, I'm fine. A potion will heal me right up. Ian gently pressed a bruised spot on her leg, frowning. You do realize potions don't cure everything, right? He explained patiently, they don't relieve muscle strain or joint fatigue. That's why pacing yourself during training is just as important. After a pause, he added, the other day, you said this year's your last chance. What exactly did you mean by that? What's got you so worried? Syria lowered her gaze, voice soft. There's someone a fourth-year student I want to defeat, but just because they're about to graduate doesn't mean it'll all be over. As Ian carefully wrapped her injury, he offered gently, if it's that important to you, you could always challenge them to a duel directly. But Syria shook her head firmly. No. The longer I wait, the fewer chances I'll have to fight them. Ian's curiosity peaked.

1:01:42Huh, what do you mean by that? Syria took a deep breath her expression hardening. If I challenge the head of the family, I'll be expelled immediately. Ian froze. Wait head of the family. You mean Syria nodded? That's right, she continued. The top student in the fourth-year swordsmanship department, Delpha Mjordina, my half-sister, and the next head of house Yardina once she graduates. A shadow of frustration crossed Syria's face as she looked at Ian. Here, you said I still have opportunities even after she graduates, right? Her eyes narrowed, her voice low but intense. No. Those chances aren't mine to have. Her eyes suddenly glowed with a brilliant blue aura a unique energy only seen within the Academy walls. First letter of course, I know working in the Imperial capital isn't easy. I'm not so heartless that I can't understand the burden you carry because I've been right by your side, watching you. I've seen the sorrow, the pain, and everything you've endured. As your fiance not being able to ease your hardships is my greatest failing, and I've

1:02:45been reflecting on that deeply ever since. Syria Yardina lay on the ground, her expression filled with frustration and helplessness. Her mind bitterly recalled someone's words. Changing the rules for a one-on-one match? How unfair. Still, credit words do you fought me without a single alley by your side. But remember, gathering and commanding people is a skill too. Reading her teeth, her eyes glimmered with quiet sorrow. Everyone in house Yardina sides with her. I never had a chance to have allies in that family. If only I had someone on my side. Her face darkened with frustration, lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something but the words refused to come out. Just then Ian knelt down beside her, his calm gentle presence like a spring breeze washing over her. There you should be able to move now. His voice was light, relaxed. Maria looked down at him the boy kneeling on one knee beneath her with the shy, flustered gaze of a young girl. If this guy were my ally, maybe I should ask him to be.

1:03:47The hunting festival one of the Academy's grandest events was beloved by King Dalu himself. The competition determined who could hunt the most powerful magical beast. The beasts of the southern forest where the festival took place were left untouched year-round to prepare for this event. Sirius thought spiraled. I have to enter the hunting festival. Ansepia, you'll supposedly grow close to me during the festival. I don't know what that's all about, but it's been stuck in my head. Suddenly, a familiar voice called from behind. Ian, let's go together. Saline ran up, panting slightly. Ian tilted his head in confusion. Saline. Why are you in such a rush? Saline shot him a glare poking him in the chest. Are you dance or what? Why do you even say that? The two of them walked side by side, chatting casually. Saline continued normally. No one wants to train with the person who just lost a fight. Ian shrugged. It's just one match. Besides, I made up for it afterwards.

1:04:48Saline raised an eyebrow. Made up for it? Didn't she follow you around after that? Ian explained. She just wanted to ask me a few things. And besides, she's not following me anymore. During that, Saline's expression instantly soured as she snapped. Why are you defending her so much? Before she could say more, Ian suddenly pinched her cheeks, squeezing her face. Saline froze, startled and confused, while Ian remained completely expressionless, calm as ever. W. What are you doing? She stammered, flustered. Ian leaned in slightly, sniffing the air. Did you change your perfume? Saline's face instantly turned bright red, as red as a tomato. I it's not perfume. Her blush deep and as she shyly avoided his eyes, fidgeting, her fingers nervously twisting together. I, I, seeing her reaction, Ian turned away with a smug little smirk. Must be a new face wash or something. Successfully dodging the awkward moment, they returned to chatting normally.

1:05:48Saline asked, hey, do you know what we're practicing today? It's my first time, so I guess it's exploring the forest or learning about the terrain, something like that. At those words, Ian's eyes sharpened, his expression growing distant and unreadable. Hopefully we don't run into any magical beasts. Normally that area is safe, but inside his thoughts were heavy. The letters said there'll be an attack by magical beasts. If I prepare properly, maybe I can prevent casualties. His eyes darkened, resolve hardening. It also means, a lot of people could die. No matter what, I have to stop that from happening. I'm the only one who knows what the letter warned about. Professor Derek stood before the students, hands on his hips, his expression deadly serious. Listen up, everyone. There are a few important things I need to go over before we begin. While Professor Derek spoke, Ian wasn't paying attention at all. His gaze drifted off to the side. I'm sure you've all heard by now a student was attacked by a magical beast near the forest's

1:06:49edge. The fact that magical beasts are approaching the forest's outskirts, when they normally wouldn't, means it's possible you'll run into them too. So stay alert. As he spoke, the professor drew his sword. Ian tilted his head in mild confusion, while Syria bashfully lured her gaze even further. This forest is dense with trees, Derek explained as he swung his sword. A sharp gust of wind tore through the clearing, accompanied by a deep, resonant hum. Using swords here is tricky. You'll need to stay aware of your surroundings when moving or attacking. Ian stared at the professor's sword, which gleamed with a faint crimson light, his expression thoughtful. The magical beasts here know the terrain like the back of their claws. Fighting them in this forest gives them a huge advantage. Just then, the professor swung his sword forward with sharp precision, his face cold as ice. But if you're a swordsman who can wield aura, that's another story.

1:07:52In one fluid motion, Derek sliced his sword across his own body, shouting even if your blade gets caught. As long as you keep swinging anything in your path will be cut down. The surrounding trees were cleanly feld, crashing to the ground one after another. But Derek wasn't done. No matter how skilled you are, you can't ignore your environment. He gestured toward the trees. Situations like this, they can decide the outcome of a fight. Fading distance is crucial. That's why today's training will be done in the forest itself. He swept his gaze across the students. Pair up. You're free to move and train as you wish. But because of the recent incident, do not approach the forest center. If you're in danger, retreat immediately and report it. Ian folded his arms, lost and thought. If a group of magical beasts really does show up, just like the letter warned, sticking together will let us pull our strength. It's stand a better chance. But Unnie's crept into his expression. A bead of sweat slowly trickling down his cheek.

1:08:53But gathering everyone could cause chaos too, his mind raced. All I can really do is report the beasts to the professor as soon as they appear. We might have to fight before then during the investigation. Resolving himself, Ian thought, which means of course I'll team up with before he could finish the thought. Selene appeared behind him. I sparkling with anticipation. Ian, you're teaming up with me, right? But to her shock, Ian's hand landed firmly on Sirius' shoulder. The girl stiffened and surprised at his sudden words. Let's team up. Selene froze completely like a statue. Soon after Ian and Siria walked side by side, heading into the forest together. Ian spoke up. We're still within the area the professor mentioned. But so far, no sign of magical beasts. Walking beside him, Ian turned to Siria with a puzzled look. Siria, isn't it, Siria? Siria replied softly. Yeah, I haven't sensed any magical beasts around. Ian turned his head, glancing at her with suspicion. There's no way someone is sharp at detecting magical beasts as you wouldn't notice them.

1:09:57Siria lifted her head to meet his gaze. Then should we take a break? But don't let your guard down, okay? Of course, no problem. Siria assured him. As dusk settled over the forest, Ian leaned against an ancient tree, resting for a moment. He stood in front of him, her face flushed, shyly lowering her gaze. She fidgeted awkwardly before finally asking, um, can I ask why you chose to team up with me? Ian shot her a sideways glance, unsure how to answer. Well because we're friends, he crossed his arms, leaning casually against the tree, his face unreadable. Don't tell me I'm the only one who thinks we're friends. Siria quickly responded, oh, oh, I know. He nervously clasped her hands together, unable to look him in the eye. Since you've decided to be friends with me, senior Ian, maybe I should give you something. Ian wiped the sweat from his brow, clearly exasperated by her way of thinking. Huh? When we get back to the dorms, you can give it to me, sure but that's not friendship,

1:10:58that's bartering. He scratched his head awkwardly, glancing away, unsure what to say. Friends talk to each other, go for walks, tell each other things they can't say to anyone else. This spending time together is enough. Siria tilted her head, a little confused. Since we're friends now, can I ask you something kind of rude? Go ahead, Ian replied casually. Siria took a deep breath, her eyes suddenly serious completely different from the bashful girl from earlier. Is that why you're out here? Because of your friend, Ian's eyes widened, his whole body tensing as she continued, you brought us deeper into the forest to hunt magical beasts? Because your friend was attacked here. Is this revenge? Ian clenched his fists, veins bulging under the skin, his expression dark and frightening. A memory of someone flashed through his mind, and he lowered his head, shouting in frustration, I told you, I don't know. His body trembled. Siria flinched, startled by his sudden outburst.

1:11:58It's not about revenge. I came all the way here to hunt magical beasts. Her voice cracked, disbelief ridden all over her face. Is that really what friends do for each other? I don't know, isn't that normal? If you were me, what would you do if I got attacked by a magical beast? The determination in Siria's eyes burned bright as she declared. Of course I'd hunt it down. Ian nodded firmly. Exactly. That's how I feel too, because she's my friend. Siria lowered her gaze, quietly absorbing his words. So, that's what friendship means. Ian looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with a quiet, simmering resolve, but I'm not an idiot. I'm not about to recklessly throw myself at those beasts. I'll make sure we stay safe. Suddenly, a low-grow echoed through the trees. Ian tensed, his sense is sharpening. Siria, can you feel that? Siria blinked, confused. Ha, what? Focus, Siria, she looked around nervously, cold sweat forming on her brow.

1:13:00I, I don't sense anything. But then her eyes went wide as realization dawned on her. Wait. From the depths of the dark forest, dozens of glowing eyes began to appear, one after another. Siria's heart pounded in her chest. This many the other students, they're in danger. First letter excerpt six, but defending a rankort, one of the kingdom's three major seaports, and a crucial strategic point for protecting the western coast of the continent, is also one of the duties expected of nobles within the empire. Ian, you should know the consequences of the last war are far from over. Still the reason I keep writing these letters is because I want you to see it the smallest piece of my feelings, for you. Ian and Siria Yardina stood frozen, listening closely to the sound echoing through the forest. Siria's hand instinctively gripped the hilt of her sword, her stance tense and ready for battle. Should we attack them, she asked, her voice low but steady. Ian calmly shook his head. No, we run.

1:14:02There's no need to engage them. He glanced at her. Are you ready? Siria gave a small, determined nod. Yeah, without wasting another second, Ian barked the order, run. Got it, she shot back, and the two took off through the dark woods. After a while, Ian's breath grew heavy, his legs burning with exhaustion. Behind them, the beast gave relentless chase, its body exuding a terrifying bloodlust that sent chills down his spine. It's after us but at this distance we can outrun it Ian thought, forcing himself to keep moving. As long as we maintain the gap and contact the professor, suddenly, a sharp cry of pain rang out. Ah. Ian's eyes widen as he turned toward Siria, who was grimacing, clutching her leg. Siria, are you all right? Her voice shook. I, I think I twisted my ankle. Old injury from training. I just need something to brace it. She bit her lip. Her eyes filled with guilt as she looked up at him. This is my fault, just leave me behind.

1:15:04If you stay, they'll catch you too. Ian gritted his teeth, glancing over his shoulder. Damn it. I didn't expect this. Through the shadows, the glowing eyes of the beast closed and fast. They're closing the distance way too quickly. If this keeps up his face hardened with resolve, Siria, keep moving. She looked at him in disbelief. What? He's saying this is my fault. Ian positioned himself between her and the oncoming threat, his voice unwavering. Don't ever say that to a friend. With that, he sprinted ahead without hesitation. Senior, Siria's panicked voice rang out behind him. Ian ignored it, focusing entirely on his surroundings. The whole forest, it's gone quiet. Quickly he pieced together a plan. Animals rely on their instincts. When a predator approaches, they run and hide. It's my window. He stopped by a small pool of water, pulling a vile from his belt. Time to use Emma's potion. Without hesitation, he downed its contents, tossing the empty vile to the ground.

1:16:07The foul taste made him wince. Ah, as disgusting as ever. Clenching his fists, he felt the surge of power coursing through him. But with this, I can take them down before they even know I'm here. Moving quickly, Ian covered his scent with mud and leaves, positioning his sword in the trunk of a tree for quick access. If I hide in a good enough spot, with a leap, he perched himself securely on a thick branch, completely still, his sharp eyes scanning the area below. Come on, show yourselves monsters, a faint breeze rustled the leaves. Then, a single heavy paw stepped into view. Ian's gaze sharpened. It's here. The creature crept into sight a massive beast with grapher, black eyes and jagged fangs. It's hulking body-radiated raw, sinister mana. No doubt about it, Ian muttered under his breath. That's definitely a magic beast. Ian watched as the beast sniffed around the base of the tree, its movement's cautious. Looks like it's confused, the scent it was tracking vanished right here, he guessed.

1:17:09Without hesitation, Ian kicked off the branch, launching himself high into the air, sword poised for the kill. The beast immediately sensed the danger, but it was already too late. In the blink of an eye, Ian was right in front of it, his blade aimed straight for its neck, but the sword stopped short, blocked by the beast's thick hide. My aura isn't dense enough to pierce through, Ian gritted his teeth, but if I put the full force of my body's gravity into the strike, die, he roared, channeling every ounce of strength downward. With a sickening crunch, the blade finally drove through the beast's skull. The monster howled in agony before collapsing in a pool of its own blood. Ian exhaled sharply his body tense. Taking down one of these things is already this tough, how am I supposed to fight off more, but he shoved the despair aside, determination flaring in his eyes. No, this isn't the time for doubt. If even one of them slips past me, serious life is at risk.

1:18:09Ian crouched low, hiding in the brush as he scanned the dark woods. I have to hold the line here. I'll take them down, every last one. In the distance, another figure emerged from the shadows. Here comes the next one, Ian narrowed his eyes. They're like wolves, pack hunters. Even if I only see one, there are definitely more circling around. The hair on the back of his neck bristled. They've split up to search for me. At least five, maybe more. Spotting a lone beast distracted Ian struck. He darted from cover and slashed at its neck. I have to finish it before it hows for backup. Pouring his strength into the strike, Ian shoved the blade down. The beast flailed, but he yanked his sword free, sending it tumbling across the ground. But not before its jaws clamped down on his arm. Blood sprayed as Ian grimaced, biting back a cry. I can't make a sound. If they hear me, I'm surrounded. Ignoring the pain, Ian charged again, slicing clean through with brutal precision.

1:19:11The beast slumped lifelessly to the ground, crimson pulling beneath it. Breathing heavily, Ian eyed the bloody dax in his hand. This thing's more useful than I thought, he muttered. His eyes gleamed with sharp focus. Ever since that malevolent spirit possessed me, my senses have been sharper, my reflexes faster, just like when I fought Syria, gripping the axe tighter he smirked. Whatever the reason the spirit did me a favor, looking up at the fading sunlight, filtering through the trees, Ian's confidence surged. At this rate I can keep cutting them down as long as I have to. Meanwhile, back with the others, Saline, frustrated beyond belief, stomped the ground, tossing her sword down. R. This is so unfair, she shouted grinding her heel into the blade. How dare he team up with some other girl instead of me? It's driving me insane. Professor Derek looked over confused. What's with her? Emma shrugged helplessly. Beats me. Saline's eyes blazed with jealousy.

1:20:11I bet those two are often some forest date or something. Just then, Syria appeared, rushing toward them. Professor Derek, she called out her face pale with exhaustion. Derek immediately hurried to her side. What's wrong? Syria lowered her head, her voice strained. The magic beasts? There's a lot of them. Senior Ian, he stayed behind to protect me when I got injured. Derek froze his expression unreadable. Then, placing a firm hand on her shoulder, he spoke with quiet resolve. I understand. Stay here. Without waiting for her reply, he bolted toward the forest. I'll bring Ian back. I promise. The others snapped to attention. Wait magic beasts. What happened? We should grab our weapons. Syria stumbled, her legs giving out beneath her. She collapsed to the ground, her face ash in, drained of strength. Her voice barely a whisper. Here Ian please be safe. The battle was over two of the beasts lay motionless on the ground. Their bodies sprawled out in a bloody heap, but Ian wasn't about to let his guard down.

1:21:16One more was creeping toward them. Its heavy paws treading cautiously across the dirt. The creature lowered its snout, sniffing around the fallen bodies, checking for signs of life. Hidden beneath one of the corpses, Ian sensed the movement immediately. But before the beast could react, Ian lunged out from under the carcass like a predator lying in weight. With a grunt of effort, he tossed his axe aside and drove his sword deep into the creature's throat. Blood gushed from the wound as the beast thrashed violently. But Ian pinned it down, pressing the blade tighter. A sharp, paint howl tore through the forest. Ian, breath ragged and body drenched in sweat, cursed under his breath, bastard but there was no time to rest. The ground quivered beneath him. More footsteps. Two more beasts emerged from the shadows, snarling. Their eyes locked onto him with murderous intent. Their furious howls echoed as they prepared to rip him apart. Ian forced his aching body to stand, gripping the axe once more. Its blade gleaming under the faint moonlight.

1:22:17His eyes blazed with defiance. Come on then, you mangy bastards. Let's see what you've got. In a flash the beasts leapt, darting around him with inhuman speed. Ian tracked them carefully, calculating every step. These things, they're not just oversized wolves. Their monsters faster, more agile, unpredictable. But Ian's gaze sharpened. Still once night starts to fade, they lose most of their tricks. Their movements become sloppy, easier to read. It's not the speed that's the problem, it's the numbers. A savage grin tugged at the corner of his lips. But if that's all they've got, I can handle this. The moment the beasts closed in, Ian struck. He twisted his body, ax in hand, and launched himself upward. The clean, practice slash, he carved an axe through the air. The blade slicing cleaned through both monsters mid-leap. They hit the ground in a heap, blood staining the forest floor. The space around them erupted with crimson streaks, the light from his strike lingering like a phantom glow.

1:23:19Ian landed firmly, his breath shallow but steady. The forest fell silent once again. But Ian didn't lower his weapon. Instead he turned toward the trees, glaring into the darkness. Come on, how many more of you are there? Get out here, I'll take you all down. For a moment, only the soft rustle of wind answered him. The woods were eerily still. Ian tightened his grip on the axe, sense his sharp. No, it's not over. I can feel it, there's one more. His gaze locked forward, heart pounding as the figure slowly emerged. A massive silhouette, its presence undeniable, loomed just beyond the tree line. It didn't approach it only watched, one glowing violet eye piercing through the gloom. Ian's stomach twisted in unease. What's it doing? Why isn't it attacking? It's waiting, laying a trap. Memories of the ground trembling as the beast circled him flashed through his mind. Ian pressed himself against a nearby tree, breathing hard. Two clever for a dumb beast built like a brick wall.

1:24:20There's no reason to stay and fight this one. But then, a strange scent drifted through the air. Ian's eyes narrowed. That smell, a flash of realization struck him. His heart sank. It can't be. A chill ran down his spine as he recognized it a bitter, artificial stench he would never forget. The same acrid odor that clung to the alchemy labs that clung to her. Step by step Ian moved forward, his expression darkening. His boots crunched over the bodies of the fallen beasts as the scent grew stronger. It's identical, the same smell from Emma's laboratory. His hands trembled. His sword nearly slipped from his grasp as fury and dread twisted together in his chest. His eyes blazed with hatred as he lifted his gaze toward the towering figure before him. His voice cracked with barely restrained rage. You, it was you, you attacked Emma, the massive beast glared at Ian, growling low as raw power pulsed off its body and waves. Between its jagged teeth, it still clenched a tattered strip of red cloth.

1:25:24During its head high, the monster led out a deafening roar, the bloody scrap fluttering like a trophy. Ian's eyes widened, a surge of fury boiling in his chest. There's no mistaking it, that fabric, it's from Emma's cloak. The realization ignited every ounce of rage inside him. His grip tightened around his sword as he raised it high, pointing the blade straight at his enemy. His voice rang out, sharp and full of venom. Right here, right now this is where you die. Almost mockingly. The beast spat out the blood-stained cloth. It floated through the air, landing squarely across Ian's sword, smearing crimson along the gleaming steel. Ian's blood boiled hotter. He brought the sword closer his eyes burning with hatred. You bastard like any other monster. It didn't charge in recklessly. Instead, it circled him, hurting him step by step into a corner. The pressure rolling off the creature was suffocating, an invisible weight that clamped around Ian's chest. The corners of the beast's mouth curled upward and something that resembled a sick, knowing

1:26:26grin. It was as if the creature knew it had the upper hand. Its wild eyes gleamed with savage anticipation, like it couldn't wait to tear Ian limb from limb just like Ian had done to its fallen packmates now littering the ground behind him. Ian's gaze briefly flicked to the bodies of the other beasts. His grip on the sword tightened. No, I'm not dying here. I'll never let this thing get what it wants. But this monster wasn't like the others. It didn't charge in blindly. It stood still waiting, calculating. A seasoned predator, Ian realized. A high-ranking beast, experienced and dangerous. Ian steadied his breathing. His muscles coiled like springs, waiting for the perfect opening. One wrong move and I'm dead. I need to test its limits first. The monster seized the moment. It pounced without warning. Its massive body hurtling through the air. Its jaws opened wide. Rose of sharp teeth glinting under the faint moonlight as a roared toward Ian. Instinctively, Ian raised his sword to block.

1:27:27But before the blade could reach its mark, the beast's body vanished in a blur of superhuman speed. It's fast, way too fast. A brutal impact slammed into Ian's side, sending him flying backward. He crashed hard into the dirt. Blood splattering from his mouth as pain exploded through his ribs. Putting his teeth, Ian forced himself to his feet. I saw it coming. But I still couldn't react in time. There was no break. The beast came at him again. Fangs bared. Its claws gleaming like blades. But this time, Ian was ready. Ha! With a sharp yell, he hurled his sword through the air. The weapon spun rapidly, whistling as it sliced toward the charging monster. The beast growled in annoyance, snapping its jaws wide to catch the spinning blade. The moment its teeth clamped down, Ian lunged. He grabbed the creature by the head, hoisted himself upward, and raised his axe high. And now we're. With every ounce of strength, Ian brought the axe down, slamming it straight into the monster's skull.

1:28:28But the satisfying crunch he expected never came. Instead, the axe lodged itself in the thick bone, refusing to budge. Ian cursed under his breath. You've got to be kidding me. The monster's body tensed. Not missing a beat, it raised a massive paw. Its claws glinting with lethal intent, and slashed at Ian with terrifying force. The air itself seemed to tear as the strike came down. Ian barely managed to wedge the axe in place, using it to shield himself from the blow. Sparks flew as claw met steel. Before Ian could recover, the beast kicked off the ground with impossible grace, twisting in midair, flipping two, three times, before landing softly on its feet. Ian narrowed his eyes, unimpressed. What is this? The damn thing thinks it's in a circus? The two combated squared off, both back in a defensive stance, eyes locked. Ian rejusted his grip on his axe and retrieved his sword, a mocking green curl to cross his

1:29:28lips. Alright, once I beat you within an inch of your life, I'll sell your oversized hide-to-a-damp circus. Maybe make a quick buck off your acrobatics. The monster let out a deep grouse, its muscles coiling once again. Ian's eyes narrowed. Let's see you dance now, freak. The beast bared its teeth once more, and Ian immediately noticed several jagged, broken edges along its fangs. His eyes narrowed with realization. It must cracked some of its teeth when it tried to bite through my sword earlier, meaning, there's a good chance it can't sink its teeth into me properly now. But his relief was short-lived. Ian's expression hardened as another thought crept in. But that doesn't mean I'm safe. There's still plenty of other ways it can tear me apart. And after that first hit, I'm barely holding it together as it is. Cornered, Ian clenched his jaw and leveled his sword at the beast. His stance wavering slightly but his determination unwavering. If it uses that brutal, lightning fast charge from earlier again, I won't be able to dodge

1:30:31in time. The thought had barely crossed his mind when the beast lunged, its claws slashing through the air with blinding speed. Instinct screamed through Ian's body. He sidesteped at the last second, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike, but the creature didn't slow. It veered off to the side, jaws wide open, snapping toward him with brutal precision. Ian's heart skipped a beat in panic. There was no pause. The beast's claws came down again, a deceptively simple, direct attack but the sheer force behind it was relentless. Ian ducked low, barely evading the strike, his limbs trembling. It's draining me, forcing me to burn through every ounce of strength and speed I have left. Ian gritted his teeth, raising his sword to parry the next blow. Ha, but with each clash, his movements grew sluggish, his muscles screaming in protest, his thoughts raced. If this keeps dragging on I'm done for. Suddenly the beast recoiled, stepping back, stretching its body with an almost casual

1:31:31air. Ian's brow furrowed in confusion. What the hell what's it doing? But he spotted the opening immediately, his instincts flared. It's toying with me, it still thinks this is a game. Ian's eyes sharpened. That's my chance. If I want to survive, I need to finish this now, just as he was about to strike. The beast lunged again, snarling furiously. You think that'll work? It's useless. Its voice rumbled low, filled with disdain. I never wanted to drag this fight out, it's too dangerous. A guttural roar erupted from its throat as it unleashed a terrifying surge of power, a violent wave of energy crashed toward Ian like a storm, far faster than he could react. His eyes widened and shocked. Yet the blast hit him squarely hurling his body like a ragdoll. He slammed into the trunk of a tree with bone-cracking force. The breath knocked clean from his lungs. His sword clattered to the ground beside him. Ian's body slumped, too battered to stand, his vision swimming in and out of focus.

1:32:36Every muscle screamed in agony. His battered frame refused to move. The beast approached, slow and deliberate, towering over Ian's fallen form. His razor sharp claw hovered over Ian's chest, pressing down ever so slightly, the tip aligned perfectly with his heart. A crimson glow lit up the space between them, flickering like firelight. Blood splattered across the grass beneath them. Ian's mind drifted as familiar memories crept in, twisted with dread. This, this feels exactly like back then, that damn field exercise when those monsters attacked during night classification training, his jaw clenched. If we hadn't reacted fast enough that day, we'd all be dead. And no one would give in a damn. Back to that moment when Ian was struck by the monster's blast of energy his body was flung violently through the air, crashing against the base of a tree. His battered frame slid down the trunk, finally collapsing under the ground, motionless. The towering beast stalked forward, its heavy footsteps echoing as it approached, cautiously

1:33:37closing the distance between them. And remain still, his eyes narrowing, watching its every move with seething hatred. The creature loomed closer, its shadow falling over him. But something wasn't right. Ian's sharp gaze caught the hesitation the beast wasn't attacking. Not yet. Why isn't it finishing me off? It didn't hesitate with Emma. The realization burned in his chest. His hand inched back, fingers curling around the axe lying behind him. His heart pounded with fury as the gruesome image of Emma's brutal death flashed in his mind. It ripped her apart, like some sick, twisted game. The beast's claws glinted under the blood-red light, poised to strike him down just as it had done before, but Ian was ready. With every ounce of strength, he gripped his sword and rammed it straight into the creature's neck, hatred and rage flooding his veins. The blade drove deep into its flesh, the monster's roar of agony ripping through the night. I knew it, if I played weak, it would lower its guard-exposed stomach, just like I hoped.

1:34:39Ian's eyes blazed with savage satisfaction as he pushed the blade in deeper, twisting it mercilessly. The monster thrashed wildly, unable to break free. Blood poured down onto the earth staining the ground beneath them. You came all this way, ready to carve me open, didn't you? Ian sneered his voice a low, venomous growl. Thought you'd rip me apart like you did her. Since you didn't realize, with a furious shout he yanked the blade free, blood spraying across the ground. In one smooth brutal motion, he swung his sword upward with all his might, the strike crashing into the beast's chest, sending its sprawling onto its back. Its jaws hung open and shock, its monstrous eyes wide with disbelief. The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting the forest in deep crimson light as the creature lay defeated, its body convulsing one last time before falling still. Ian stood over it, chest heaving, the blood soaks soared still clutch tightly in his hand. You should have killed me the second you had the chance, he spat coldly.

1:35:41His eyes narrowed, voice dripping with scorn. But instead, you played with your food, just like you did with Emma. Raising his axe high, his grip tightening with every ounce of wrath in his body, Ian's voice cracked with rage, and never forget, the one who killed you, was Emma. With one final merciless blow, he brought the axe down, the impact severing the beast's head clean from its body, blood splattered across the forest floor. Ian's eyes burned as he looked down at the lifeless corpse. You don't get to forget, meanwhile far across the forest, a sudden gust of wind swept through the trees. Professor Derek stumbled forward, his legs weak from exhaustion, but his face was etched with grim determination. Ian, please God stay alive, his heart raced, panic threatening to overtake him. But then a powerful shockwave rippled through the air, rattling the ground beneath him. Derek froze. His eyes widened. That strike, that had to be Ian. The landscape ahead was littered with the mangled remains of slain beasts, their body

1:36:43strewn across the earth like broken dolls. The professor's eyes narrowed as he focused, his instincts confirming what his heart already suspected. I can feel it, two presences once the monster, the other, his eyes lit up with hope. It has to be Ian. From behind, the frantic sound of footsteps approached. Selene burst onto the scene, panic ridden all over her face. Professor. Where's Ian? Derek turned toward her, his expression graved. He's not here. Shock rippled through the group as Selain's voice cracked in terror. What? Then where is he? Professor Derek squinted toward the horizon, his sharp eyes locking onto the lingering traces of mana in the air. After a moment he spoke with quiet certainty. If we keep going we'll find him. They hadn't made it far when a panicked scream suddenly echoed through the forest. Selene froze her heart tightening, eyes darting around frantically, and then she saw him. Ian sat slumped within the remains of the monstrous beast, battered and barely upright, but

1:37:45alive. Without hesitation, Selene broke into a sprint, her voice trembling, Ian. Someone looked up at them, his breath ragged, a weak grin tugging at his lips. Ha, looks like you guys showed up a little late. The group stood frozen, overwhelmed by disbelief at the sight of him. Selene's tear spilled freely down her cheeks. Ian tilted his head back, eyes fluttering shut as he looked up toward the sky, then collapsed. When Ian finally came to, he found himself lying inside the temple. Soft sunlight poured down through the high windows, warming his face. The same test sat nearby, her expression gentle as she spoke. Professor Derek carried you back after you collapsed, after defeating the beast. Ian went slightly as he lifted his injured arm to check the damage. It's gonna take a while before I can walk out of here again. But honestly, I got off easy. Slowly sitting up, Ian glanced around, flexing his fingers, testing his body. A small, satisfied smirk appeared on his face.

1:38:46In the end, that gamble paid off. I got my revenge for Emma, even if it doesn't wake her from that nightmare. His voice grew steadier, almost annoyingly composed for someone who'd just been half dead. According to the professor, that monster, it was still young, considering its size. If it had been fully grown, it wouldn't have played with its prey like that, right? Leto Aynstern, leaning casually nearby, raised in eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. Wow. That's one hell of a dramatic monologue for a guy fresh out of the grave. Let us expression darkened with irritation. His brow twitched, clearly holding back his temper. Ian threw his hands up lazily. Hey, I'm the patient here, remember. If you're gonna come over here looking for a fight, take it somewhere else. Leto jabbed a finger at his own temple, eyes narrowing. Yeah, you're a patient all right, a patient with brain damage. Who the hell almost gets themselves killed just to show off for a girl? Ian puffed up indignantly, scowling.

1:39:47What the hell is that supposed to mean? Lato didn't back down. Emma gave you that potion, didn't she? Ian's gaze dropped to the floor, guilt flickering across his face. Yeah, without it, I wouldn't have been able to kill that thing. Leto folded his arms. Dead serious now. Then why didn't you give it to Suria instead? You could have hidden her somewhere safe and gone for help. But no, you had to play the hero, nearly get yourself killed. Idiot. A long awkward silence hung in the air before Ian's eyes widened in realization. He lightly smacked his own temple. Damn, you've actually got a point. Leto stared at him in disbelief, his jaw nearly dropping. Unbelievable, you're hopeless. From now on, you'd better run your bright ideas past me first. Regaining his composure, Lido tilted his head thoughtfully. But seriously got to admit that rough around the edges your dinner girl. She's head over heels for you now. Ian's eyes narrowed in confusion.

1:40:47What? You mean Suria? She didn't even come inside like a normal person. Lido shrugged. She's been pacing circles around this temple, at least a dozen times a day. Ian scratched his head, puzzled. Probably just guilt, before he could finish the thought, the door burst open. Again, Selene practically threw herself onto him. Her tear-streaked face lighting up with joy as she wrapped him in a tight hug. Thank God you're okay. Ian lost his balance, flopping backward under the weight of her embrace. Selene. I can't breathe. Meanwhile, Lido stood off to the side like a forgotten background character, completely ignored, his face blank as stone. His internal monologue practically screamed in defeat. Yeah, she doesn't even know I exist as she. Ian finally looking better. Selene's relief quickly turned to frustration. Hey, what were you two even talking about earlier? She demanded. Before suddenly chomping down on his hand. Ian yelped in pain, his voice cracking.

1:41:48Oh hey, don't bite me. That hurts. Letto casually chimed in, trying to smooth things over. Ian promised to treat me with the reward money for slaying that monster. Selene immediately let go of Ian's hand, blinking, reward money. Lido shrugged like it was no big deal. I heard the bounty was 70 gold, still nursing his poor, bitten hand. Ian's face twisted with pain and frustration as he yelled. No one told me about any bounty. Grinning smugly, Lido slipped away. Anyway, I'm off to the bathroom. You two figure out what you're eating while I'm gone. As soon as Lido was out of sight, Selene grabbed Ian's hand again, this time squeezing it tightly, her eyes sparkling. No Ian. Ian winced as her grip tightened, his face contorting. Hey, how can you not break my hand? Selene beamed excitedly, completely ignoring his protests. Where should we go? Want to get some monster meat? Ian practically cried out, yanking his hand away. You realize I'm still injured, right?

1:42:50That's what you suggest to someone recovering from near death. Pouting a little Selene crossed her arms. Fine, how about that restaurant in the city that specializes in magical creatures? I heard they served the best Drake steak. Ian groaned, still rubbing his hand, exasperated. How is that any better? But his scolding only made her flinch for a second before her expression, softened into something much more sincere. Suddenly, without warning, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight, trembling hug. Her voice cracked with emotion. I was really scared, you know. Ian froze wide eyed at the sudden embrace. Selene's words came out in shaky bursts between quiet sobs. I thought you were, actually gone this time, hearing that broke through the last of Ian's defenses. The exhaustion weighing him down seemed a lift as he awkwardly raised a hand and gently padded her head. His voice was soft teasing, but carried real warmth. Come on you really think I'd die that easily. But even as he tried to play it cool.

1:43:51A different thought popped into his head entirely. Man, she smells really good. Still sniffling, Selene pulled back just enough to glare at him. Her frustration flaring up again. Why are you always throwing yourself into danger? Ian scratched his cheek sheepishly, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse. I couldn't exactly abandon someone I know when they're in trouble could I. But that only made her angrier. That doesn't matter. With surprising strength, she shoved Ian down onto the bed, pinning him in place. Ian's eyes widened and shocked. Who a hey? Ian's expression shifted her usual fiery energy replaced by something more raw, more serious. Her voice dropped, steady and certain. You're the most important person in the world to me, Ian. Nothing else matters. It's been that way since we were kids. Ian's breath caught in his throat. Wait, where's this coming from all of a sudden? Of course it made sense childhood friends, near death experiences but still, the intensity in her eyes was something new.

1:44:53Before he could retreat or deflect, Selene leaned in closer. Her grip on his hands tightening as she pressed him gently but firmly down onto the bed. And that's exactly why she continued. Her gaze locked onto his unwavering. I want you to take care of yourself. Her eyes shimmered with determination, leaving Ian stunned, his heart pounding in his chest. That really shook her up, didn't it? But before he could say a word, Selene's grip tightened again, holding him there, her expression unyielding. Ha! was all he had managed to get out, completely caught off guard. Selene's arms slowly slid around Ian's neck, pulling him closer as his face flushed with confusion. The air between them suddenly shifted charged, electric. She leaned in, tightening her grip around his neck with a determined look. Stay still, she whispered. But before anything else could happen. SLAM the door creaked open. Letto stood there, frozen mid-step, his face a picture of awkward confusion. Oh, what? Selene's eyes widened in pure panic.

1:45:55In her flustered state, she accidentally shoved Ian wounded and all right off the bed, earning him yet another painful bump. Trying to diffuse the moment, letto rub the back of his neck, sying dramatically. Yeah, I feel pretty bad crashing this little, heart to heart between my junior and my honorary little sister here. He waved vaguely at both of them. But I figured I should probably let you to know I'm still in the room. Sitting on the floor, Ian could only groan and regret, shaking his head as the realization hit him. What the hell was I just about to do with someone I basically treat like a little sister? Selene, still blushing furiously from embarrassment, snapped, forget it ever happened. She practically yanked the curtain shut with a loud swish, cutting herself off from the two guys. Letto, undeterred, pointed a finger dramatically at Ian. You, Ian jumped, startled. Hey, he. Those tones soften slightly, though the warning in his voice remained clear. If you're planning to get close to Syria, you better keep an eye on Selene too.

1:46:57Trust me, the world of women is way more complicated than you think. Ian's face flushed with embarrassment as he scratched his head awkwardly. Looking back, I should have taken letto's advice seriously. But I didn't. And because of me, the relationship between those two only got messier from there. People whispered along the corridor, casting glances away. Hey, look, isn't that Syria your dina? Behind her, a few students snickered under their breath. I heard she ran away from those monsters, and here I thought she was to be the top second year student in the swordsmanship department. Their words cut deep, like tiny blades digging into her pride. Her partners the real deal, she has just got the looks, nothing else. Syria kept walking, her face calm, never bothering to defend herself. But inside the words stung. They're not wrong, she thought bitterly. I did run away. And it was Ian, he's the one who defeated those monsters, not me. Shame nodded her louder than the gossip. He didn't have to fight.

1:47:58It should have been me. It was my responsibility. The memory replayed in her mind the moment Ian stood between her and danger. His words still echoed, clear as day don't say that to your friends. He had risked his life for her, nearly died because of her. She could still hear the frantic voices from that day emergency. Prepped the sanctuary for surgery now. Ian he had almost died. And all she could do back then was stand frozen, helplessly watching. Why? She wondered. Why would he risk his life for me? It was a question she didn't have an answer for at least, not back then. But now maybe, just maybe, she was starting to understand. She recalled those small moments the way she acted when Ian was nearby. Maybe I should go out. Back myself or something, she had told herself, back when his presence made her, oddly comfortable. A feeling so strange yet oddly warm that it made her cheeks flush. Sure, sometimes she snapped at him, sometimes she complained. But even in those moments, Ian never pushed back.

1:49:01He just stayed. Like he was saying, you don't need to do anything special. Just be you. The purity of that feeling it scared her at first. But now now she could imagine losing him. That's why she realized I think I finally understand just a little the feeling Ian had when he faced those monsters. It wasn't pride. It wasn't recklessness. It was something else, something simple, yet terrifying. I don't want to lose him. The memory of his back standing between her and death burned into her heart. And maybe he didn't want to lose me either. Because that's what friends do they protect each other, no matter what. Her footsteps carried her all the way to the hospital wing. She paused outside his room, steadying her breath. Yeah, she thought. Gripping the gift bag tighter in her hands. She stepped inside. Her voice wavering ever so slightly. Senior Ian, Ian turned, his eyes warm and gentle the same eyes that never once judged her. The first real friend I've ever had, she reminded herself.

1:50:02Face flushed, Saria shyly asked, how are you feeling? Ian answered naturally, his smile relaxed. Almost good as new. Barely hurts anymore. Relief washed over Saria, her shoulders easing. I'm glad, Ian beamed at her, laughing softly. Glad you came by. My head's been spinning from that stupid textbook Lita dumped on me for exams. Syria rolled her eyes, the corner of her lips curling. You really haven't changed at all, have you? Her gaze dropped to the floor. A faint nervousness creeping in. She fumbled with the gift bag in her hands. Her voice hesitant. You're not angry right. Ian looked at her a soft, understanding smile on his face. She's still worrying about that day, he thought, the affection in his eyes undeniable. Why would I be angry? There's nothing to be angry about. Syria lit up, practically bouncing in place. Really? Ian couldn't help but smirk, folding his arms across his chest. Her emotions are all over the place, he shrugged casually.

1:51:04No need to be so formal about it. Friends help each other out it's nothing special. Syria bit her lip hesitating. Friends ha? Ian's gaze drifted to the item she was holding. Is that a reward? He wondered. Syria hurried to clarify flustered. I it's not from me. It's a reward professor Derek asked me to deliver. She handed over a small gift bag. It's for defeating the monster. He told me to give it to you as soon as possible. There's quite a bit of gold inside. Ian raised an eyebrow surprised. Isn't that a bit much? He playfully tested her reaction. You didn't. Add a little extra yourself did you. Without missing a beat, Ian handed the bag right back to her. His voice was firm since here. Don't say it's some kind of life saving reward. Keep the extra. Life's not something you can put a price tag on. But then they both froze for a second. Their hands had accidentally intertwined. Ian glanced down, realizing his hand was gently holding hers.

1:52:06Before either could process the moment, an all too familiar voice cut in. Good morning. Selene cheerfully barged in. The three of them locked eyes. Silence. Five long seconds of awkwardness. Selene's eyes narrowed the moment she spotted Syria. Her smile turned sharp as she casually shoved Syria aside. Ehem, thanks for stopping by. So Ian, how are you feeling? Ian completely thrown off, stammered. Selene, why are you Syria still holding her frustration, forced to smile and step back? Hugging her arms, she muttered, I, I should probably get going. I still haven't finished my morning training. Selene's expression darkened, muttering bitterly under her breath, brazen little brat. It's her fault you're even stuck in this place to begin with. Ian's patient snap. Hey, why are you but Selene cut him off, plastering on a sweet innocent grin? Come on now, forget about her. Selene, you know what really matters. Thinking about what we're going to eat when you're discharged.

1:53:09Ian sighed, recalling something Lato had once told him. The world of women, way more complicated than you think. So this is what he meant, Ian thought. Be wildered. Outside the room Syria could still hear bits of their conversation, though the words barely registered in her mind. She clenched her fists, muttering to herself. Yeah, yeah, soon as you're out, I'll be gone. Her heart heavy, Syria sat quietly by herself, lost and thought. A pair of male students passed by, sneering as they spotted her. Ugg, she's even more annoying to look at than before. She ran off and left her friend to face those monsters, and she calls herself a noble. What a disgrace, their low voices were filled with disdain. You know what we should do, completely crush her. I can't stand how the professors coddle her just because she's top of her class. It's disgusting. One of them whispered his eyes narrowing with intent. Think she's got any weaknesses. We should exploit them. What do you think, Tane?

1:54:10The blonde haired young man leaned back in his seat, legs crossed, looking utterly bored. You lot know better than to mess with the Yardina family, right? His tone was cool, but there was a hint of warning beneath it. Even the slightest misstep they'll retaliate. Don't get reckless. As they skiend, someone had been quietly eavesdropping nearby. My, my. What an entertaining little conversation. A figure stepped out of the shadows with a slice smile. I happen to know a few things about Syria Yardina, one of the boys scowled. Who the hell are you? Stay out of this. But before you could finish, Tane calmly raised a hand to stop him. Hold up, Luffin. A sly, knowing smile curled on Tane's lips. Oh, and what exactly are you suggesting? Let's hear it. The girl stepped forward her expression confident, sharp. It was none other than Saline. You don't need to worry about the Yardina family retaliating, she declared coolie. I can guarantee that. Seen shifts inside the hospital.

1:55:11Ian stood quietly beside a hospital bed. His eyes filled with regret as he looked at the unconscious red-haired girl lying there. Emma, he whispered. His fists clenched at his sides, frustration boiling beneath the surface. If I had believed that letter from the start, this wouldn't have happened. The crumpled letter was still in his pocket. Ian pulled it out again, reading over the words that it already become grim reality. Emma being attacked, monsters appearing in the forest, his eyes darkened, tension building. If that part came true, chances are, the next part will too. Monsters will show up at the hunting festival, and this time, they called it a creature meaning it'll be even stronger than before. Ian gritted his teeth. There's no way I can handle that on my own. I'll need Professor Derrick's help. Suddenly, a voice called out behind him. Ian. It was the St. Tess. She approached him gently, her tone light. I thought you were discharged already. Did you come to visit? Ian nodded. Yeah, just stopping by.

1:56:12His eyes shifted back to Emma as he asked. How is she? The St. Tess exhaled softly. We've managed to stabilize her, but that doesn't mean she'll recover. She placed her hand just above Emma's body. A faint glow appearing as she checked her condition. Ian's gaze hardened. She mentioned, if we offered a powerful relic, she might be cured. The St. Tess nodded. That's correct. A relic infused with strong holy or magical power. She hesitated, then added usually something like a remnant from a high-ranking monster. But even her father would struggle to acquire something like that. Ian clenched his fist tighter. His mind raced to an idea a high-grade monster. Could that be enough? He'd heard such creatures could be worth 20 gold. The St. Tess shook her head gently, reading his thoughts. Unfortunately, that wouldn't suffice. But then she offered him a small hope. However, something from a creature considered a step beyond a high-ranking monster that might just do it.

1:57:13Ian nodded firmly. I see. Without wasting more time, Ian bowed slightly. Thank you for explaining everything. I'll be off now. The St. Tess gave him a reassuring smile. I believe a miracle will come for Emma. Let's both believe in that. As Ian walked down the corridor, his mind churned with thoughts. Could that creature mention in the letter be strong enough to serve as the offering? But the more he thought about it, the more he realized he wasn't confident in taking it down alone. There's no way I'm handling this solo. I have to talk to Professor Derek and fast. I need to talk to Professor Derek and fast. Ian steps quick and. He pushed open the office door, faced tense and determined. Sorry to barge in, Professor. Professor Derek, sitting at his desk, looked up calmly, unfazed. Seems like you're feeling much better now. What's the matter? Ian wasted no time. Professor, if a monster's stronger than that wolf shows up, could you take it down?

1:58:14Derek remained composed, arms crossed. That's a tough question, because no such monster is going to show up. Ian froze confused. Huh. But last time the monster showed up out of nowhere, didn't it? So isn't it possible and even stronger one could appear? Derek shook his head. The odds of that happening in the Southern forest are extremely low. Images of snarling vicious wolves flash through Ian's mind. Derek explained further, his tone calm but firm. Monsters can appear anywhere when raw mana accumulates. That's why the empire strictly manages the areas around populated zones, keeping their numbers in check and preventing them from breeding. Ian pressed on. But those wolves left the Southern forest on their own. Do you know why? Was it because of the hunting festival? Derek nodded. Exactly. During the hunting festival skilled swordsmen hunt monsters, keeping their population controlled and preventing any particularly dangerous ones from emerging.

1:59:14Still unconvinced, Ian insisted. But what if some of the strong ones survive, Professor? Derek shook his head, a faint smile on his face. Those creatures thrive on fighting and have an overwhelming sense of presence. It's impossible for them to survive unnoticed. The professor added calmly, if a monster does manage to survive unnoticed, then it must possess some kind of special ability. Ian clenched his fists for a stration boiling inside. That's not the answer I wanted to hear. He cursed silently. Damn it the reason I'm even worried is because a powerful monster already showed up, but the professor wasn't done yet. Besides, he continued, the hunting festival is a competition to see who can hunt the strongest monster. So, if a powerful creature appears, so what? Ian's eye is darkened. His voice was low, tinged with disappointment. Are you saying you don't care if your students get injured? Or even killed? The professor looked momentarily surprised, but shook his head. That's not what I meant.

2:00:16The purpose of this event is to push the students beyond their limits. That means we can't intervene. His eyes were steady, unwavering as he explained, overcoming crisis that's part of the lesson. Ian's shoulders slumped slightly, defeated. I understand, but inside, a bitter sense of hopelessness nodded him. So, he won't lift a finger until disaster actually strikes. In the end, it looks like I have no choice but to handle this myself. Seen change inside the Academy dining hall. A purple-haired girl carrying a tray walk past Tain and his group of bullies. Look who it is, one of them sneered. The rude little princess herself. Syria ignored them, continuing down the hall. Her expression remained cold, but her thoughts betrayed her frustration. I was hoping they'd shut up for a while. I guess that was too much to ask. Tain sneered, his eyes narrowing in mockery. That's right, didn't they say you're the one your adoptive mother never wanted? The moment those words hit, Syria froze.

2:01:16Her knuckles widened as she clutched the tray tighter. She turned, locking eyes with them. Tain leaned in, his tone dripping with malice. What? Got something to say to me. Syria inhaled slowly, forcing herself to turn away again. Ignore it. Doesn't matter where they heard it from. Wasting energy on this trash isn't worth it. Tain chuckled darkly. Yeah, that's right. Just keep ignoring me like you always do. Without warning, he casually bumped into her as he passed by. Deliberately knocking the tray of beef from her hands. It clattered to the ground, shattering. Oops. My bad, clever little Yardina, laughter erupted from the group behind him. Their amusement at her expense clear as day. Syria stood there, teeth clenched. Fist trembling in frustration but unable to do anything. Scenes shift outside the academy. Ian strolled through the streets, a light bounce in his step. It's been so long since I've eaten anything besides hospital food. As he passed by, he overheard snippets of conversation from nearby students.

2:02:19Did you see that earlier? One girl whispered angrily, visibly shaking as she stepped out of the cafeteria. Her friend hesitated. Should we really just ignore it? I mean, she's from the Yardina family. Hearing that, Ian slowed his pace. His expression stiffened as he listened. A cocky male voice chimed in, so what? Everyone knows she's a disgrace to her house. Her mom came from the lower classes. Rumor has it that Yardina's treat her like a stain on their name. If they ever retaliate over this, it'll just make the scandal spread across the whole empire. The boy scoffed, still relishing the drama. And honestly, the only one dumb enough to defend her would be that upper-classmen. What was his name again? A new voice cut through their chatter, answering coolly, Ian Perkus. That's who? The guy immediately turned around, replying. Yeah, that's the guy. But then his eyes widened and shocked the person standing right in front of him was the very one he had just mentioned. Ian narrowed his eyes, his voice low and threatening.

2:03:21What exactly were you saying just now? The student stammered beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Ah, nothing really. He averted his eyes. Desperately changing the subject, nice weather today. Huh? Don't you all think so? But when he glanced to the side, all his friends had already bolted. His face twisted in panic. Hey, you traders. He turned to run too, but Ian's hand clamped down hard on his shoulder. Mind if we have a little chat. Ian's voice was calm, but the anger bubbling underneath was undeniable. There's quite a few things I'd like to ask you. Ian shifts to another day inside the academy. Ian opened the door, face scrunched up in frustration. Why do swordsmen have to study geometry? Circles lines. All this stuff makes me sick. Lido shoved a piece of paper at him. Here check this out. Ian glanced at the paper casually, but as he read it, his eyes widened and shocked. He snatched it away in disbelief. What?

2:04:22What the hell is this article? The headline read third year student Ian Perkus, 23, becomes the talk of the academy after single-handedly defeating numerous monsters in the Southern Forest. Among them, a high-grade monster was also taken down, marking a major achievement. Such a feat could even solidify claims that Ian belongs among the aristocratic elite. In contrast, Syria Yardina, 22, a second year student from the prestigious Swordsmanship Division, who had shown remarkable potential at the academy, fled the battlefield in fear abandoning her companion and leaving him in danger. Ian ran his hand through his hair, overwhelmed. Syria, fled and left me in danger, but she only went to get the professors. And why the hell are they praising me like this? Lido casually crossed his arms, a mischievous smirk on his face. Well, that's how they sell papers. He spun an exaggerated scenario. The arrogant Yardina runs away, while a low-ranking noble slays a high-grade monster.

2:05:24Can you imagine a juicier story than that? Ian's fists clenched in frustration. He wanted nothing more than to deck his friend right then and there. Do you even know who wrote this garbage? Leto shrugged, unfazed. Forget it. Seriously, you really think the Queen of the Ballroom is going to care about your side of the story. Ian's jaw dropped. Do you mean that editor who couldn't care less about commoners? Realizing there was no winning this fight, Ian sighed in defeat. Ha, in that case there's nothing I can do is there. Lido added playfully, you should just enjoy the fame while it lasts. Why are you so worked up? Just treat it like a dumb joke. But Ian shook his head, his expression darkening. It's not funny for Syria. Lately the rumors about her have gotten worse. Ian shift the two of them sitting outside on a bench near the academy. Ian explained, basically, Tane's been trash talking Syria and now everyone else is picking up the same story. Leto crossed his arms, sighing.

2:06:26Hemp, I already gave those little punks a piece of my mind. They won't dare say it out loud again, at least not for now. Lido raised an eyebrow. What year are those kids from? Ian thought for a moment. I think they're second years. Their cloaks were brown. Lido closed his eyes, mulling it over. Tane's group is third year, and now second years are suddenly getting involved. I've got a really bad feeling about this. Ian tilted his head. What do you mean? Lido explained, with all the chaos going around lately, it wouldn't surprise me if someone's pulling the strings behind the scenes. Think about it who could spread rumors publicly and quietly manipulate those punks into harassing Syria? Tane, of course. Those thugs came from some northern kingdom. They've never exactly been fond of Syria. Ian frowned. Do you really think some borderland noble has that much influence? Lido's expression grew serious. If there's someone backing him, it makes a lot more sense.

2:07:26Someone with access to information networks, someone who knows Syria's background inside and out. Ian tightened his grip on the newspaper, his eyes narrowing with determination. So the real question is, who's pulling the strings? He stood up abruptly, resolved clear in his voice. First things first we deal with Tane and his lackeys. No doubt they know something. Ian's footsteps quickened as he spotted Syria walking ahead. Relief swept over him. Finally found her. He smiled warmly, raising a hand and greeting. Syria, are you alright? Seems like a lot of bad stuff's been happening lately. But the moment he got closer, Ian's eyes widened and shocked. He grabbed her wrist instinctively. Hey, what happened to your head? Syria's face was flushed with frustration, her hair and clothes drenched in alcohol, her expression brimmed with humiliation. Just earlier that day, in the Academy courtyard two-board noble students lounged around, whispering to each other. Looks like she finally got the guts to show her face in the cafeteria again.

2:08:28Huh? The moment Syria walked past, they didn't even bother lowering their voices. If I were her, I'd be too ashamed to ever show up here again. One of them chuckled cruelly. Ah, come on, even if your mom's from the gutter you still got to eat, right? The insult hit like a slap in the face. Syria's hands clenched at her sides, her eyes burning with fury. How the hell do they know about my mother? But the boys didn't stop there. Think she's got another daddy somewhere. The other one snickered, watching her reaction. Wouldn't be surprised if they picked her up off the street. Syria bit her lip, trembling with rage. I let this slide last time, but not today. She turned on her heels and marched straight toward them. The two noble sneered as they saw the fire in her eyes. Ooh, look at that scary face. The black-haired one leaned in, smirking with malicious intent. We were just chatting about some low-born girl, but looks like we struck a nerve. Syria's fury boiled over.

2:09:28Unforgivable. She lunged at them only to feel something clamp around her ankle. A shock rippled through her body. A trap. Panicking, Syria tried to shift her weight to her other leg only for another hidden sneer to spring. Again, she tumbled to the ground, unable to keep her balance. The two nobles burst into laughter. Wow. Thanks for the entertainment, sweetheart. They uncorked a bottle of liquor, dusing it over her head as she lay there. Oops. My bad. Guess my hand slipped. The smug bastard hovered over her, voice dripping with mockery. This place can be real dangerous, why no? You gotta watch your step, Syria. Didn't anyone tell you that? Soaked, humiliated, Syria knelt there, trembling with frustration. Normally, without the proper incantation, I wouldn't be able to cast magic. But these bastards, they set this up from the moment I left the cafeteria. The fury in her chest twisted into bitter helplessness. She understood the whole scheme but there was nothing she could do now.

2:10:30All she could do was watch them walk away, laughing. Back in the present, Syria summarized everything calmly to Ian. I walked right into their trap so I debated whether I should fight back, but I held myself together. Picking a fight over this would only cause more trouble for my family, especially considering how invisible my mother already is to the Yardina house. Ian's eyes burned with anger as he snapped back. Unfair? You at every right, didn't you? They humiliated you. Syria lowered her head, voice calm but filled with bitterness. That guy pretended to apologize. It's just a so-called accident. And as for the rumors, they never actually said my name. Tears welled up in Syria's eyes, spilling over her trembling hand. So they'll get away with it easily. Her voice cracked as she sobbed. But I'll be the one in trouble with the family, watching her cry so miserably. Ian fell silent, his expression dark. He seemed to be calculating something. Once she'd cried herself out, Syria wiped her tears with the back of her hand and forced

2:11:31a small smile. I feel better now. Thanks for listening. But Ian wasn't having it. You're not fine at all. Syria blinked, confused, watching his back as he turned away. I am though because you're here, Ian. He paused. Maybe you're fine, his shoulders tensed. But I'm not. He clenched his teeth, voice low and cold. I'm not okay with this. Later at the sparring grounds a group of students surrounded teen Itri, bragging proudly about their harassment of Syria. That girl couldn't even dodge a basic magic trap. Totally pathetic. Teen Itri smirk. You poured the juice on her right? The lackey chuckled. Of course. Gave her a luxury bath she'll never be able to afford. But Itri's attention shifted as Ian approached. His face was unreadable. But the murderous glint in his eyes was impossible to miss. Itri raised a brow. Ian Perkis? What do you want from us? Ian's voice cut through the air like steel.

2:12:32Where'd you get that gossip about Syria? The group exchanged mocking looks, shrugging. What's it to you? That your girlfriend or something? Why the hell would we tell you where we get our sources? Before the words even left their mouths, Ian's fists smashed into the speaker's face. Blood splattered as the boy crumpled to the ground, clutching his nose and shock. You psycho, you low-born mut. You trying to get your whole family wiped out. Another sharp strike from Ian's sword sent the boy flying, crashing into a pile of training equipment. Another lackey lunged from behind, fist raised. You bastard Ian anticipated the ambush, spinning around. His blade arsed cleanly through the air, sending the attacker sprawling. Calmly sheathing his sword, Ian towered over them, voice ice cold. I don't expect you to spill everything right away. His eyes glinted with quiet menace. That's why I'll beat the truth out of every last one of you. He tightened his grip on his sword as he assiased the group, the way they hold their blades.

2:13:34That magic trap earlier must been that punk I just dealt with. Which leaves Teen-Eatry the only one worth my attention. Eatries face remained eerily calm, unnerving in its indifference. Ian stayed alert. Top of the third-year swordsman class, fighting him won't be easy, but Ian's gaze hardened with determination. Doesn't matter. Things have gone too far to back down now. I'll deal with these guys first, then him. Several students charged him at once, shouting get him. He's alone. Ian smirked. Three of them. My swordsmanship's improved lately, but I'd better take this seriously. With explosive speed, Ian lunged at one of them. Their swords clashed, but Ian's strength easily overpowered him, sending him crashing to the ground. One down. Two to go. But a sudden sneak attack from behind caught him off guard. The remaining two leaped at him together, swords raised, yelling die. But Ian didn't falter. Alone he stood his ground, blocking both strikes at once.

2:14:36His eyes cold and focused. Ian braced himself, muscles taught as he overwhelmed the remaining two. With a forceful shove, he sent them flying backwards. Without wasting a second, Ian swung his sword with brutal precision, slamming it down onto one of their heads. The thug barely had time to react before collapsing to the ground, unconscious. Seizing the momentum, Ian lunged toward the last one still standing, who was desperately trying to ready his stance. From beneath his cloak, Ian pulled out a small battle axe, gripping it tightly with both hands. With all his strength, he brought the weapon crashing down onto the student side, knocking him to the ground with a heavy, bone rattling thud. The attackers lay sprawled across the training grounds, groaning in pain or completely unconscious. Ian stood over them, chest heaving, regaining his breath after the scuffle. His gaze shifted toward teen-etree, who had been calmly observing the entire fight from the sidelines. Ian's eyes narrowed, his voice low and sharp as a blade. Now, it's just you.

2:15:37Hoi chatchi pti. Hearing Ian's words. Teen-etree simply frowned slightly, curiosity flashing across his face. How did your skills improve so quickly? He asked with mild interest. Can you tell me you've been drinking some secret elixir from your dina during your little training sessions together? Ian's eyes widened and anger as he realized how much the man knew. You sligh bastard. Ian snapped. How the hell do you know we've been training together? Have you been following us? Teen-etree shrugged. Utterly unbothered by Ian's accusations. Let's just say you've caught my attention lately, he replied indifferently. After all, you've managed to win not once, but twice now. Attention in the air thickened as the duel resumed. Ian gritted his teeth, struggling to fend off teen-itre's relentless attacks. The man's overwhelming strength forced Ian backward, his footing faltering. Meanwhile, Teen-etree remained calm and composed, as if defeating Ian was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.

2:16:39Raising his massive sword with ease, Teen-etree swung it with terrifying force, sending Ian flying. Being his sword with one hand, Teen-etree sneered, seems like I won't be the one losing today. Your swordsmanship has improved, sure but your magic. Still pathetic. Ian clenched his jaw, mind racing. Has right, Ian admitted to himself. I can read his moves, react to them, but unless I find a way to deal with that cursed magic sword, I'm finished. Despite a slight boost in his magical power, Ian knew a head-on clash would still end in disaster. As if to prove that point, Teen-etree unleashed a devastating spell. The condensed magical energy warped the space around them, crackling with violent lightning that rained down like judgment from the heavens, threatening to tear Ian apart. Ian braced himself, gritting his teeth, barely managing to block the onslaught. But the relentless strikes drained his strength with every second, and soon his knees buckled. Teen-etree chuckled softly, his voice dripping with mockery.

2:17:39You're surprisingly stubborn, but don't think you can win by simply dodging around like that. But this time Ian's expression shifted. Amid the chaos had finally spotted an opening. His eyes gleaned with determination as he shot back, just wait, you bastard. I'll shut that arrogant mouth of yours soon enough. Teen-etree let out an amused snort, unfazed. I'd love to see that, he replied, his lips curling into a taunting smile. If you can manage it, I'll gladly accept defeat like a man. After all, the men of the Northern Kingdom aren't afraid to face the outcome of a fair fight. Ian gritted his teeth at those words, cursing inwardly. Fair fight, my ass. You bullied Syria just because you couldn't beat her, and now you want to lecture me about fairness. But before Ian could catch his breath, Teen-etree charged again, launching a barrage of ruthless attacks. Ian narrowed his eyes, focusing intently. Finally he identified a weakness in opening above teen-itre's defenses. But before he could act on it, an overwhelming wave of energy burst forth from the giant

2:18:42sword, slicing through the air. The sheer force left Ian momentarily paralyzed, eyes wide and shocked. Teen-etree's assault grew fiercer by the second. Ian struggled, but the gap in power was undeniable. His body slammed into the ground, breath knocked from his lungs. Gritting his teeth through the pain, Ian forced himself up, planting his sword firmly into the dirt for support. His mind raced. What the hell is that speed? Up ahead, Teen-etree casually rested the massive sword on his shoulder, strolling toward Ian like a predator toying with its prey. Suddenly, the man spoke again, his voice laced with curiosity. You know I've been wondering about something. During your first match with that girl, I saw you dodge a strike no one should have been able to dodge. It was like you bent the attack itself. Teen-etree tilted his head, eyes narrowing. How did you pull that off? Teen-etree's question immediately raised Ian's suspicion. Is he talking about that time when I was possessed by the dark spirit?

2:19:43Only masters can pull off something like spatial footwork. That thought triggered something in Ian's mind. Weight footwork. Glancing down, Ian's eyes widened slightly in realization. The ground beneath their feet was unusually soft. The faint outlines of deep footprints littered the battlefield remnants from their earlier clash. Ian's eyes gleamed with understanding. This is it, the only way I can win. Meanwhile Teen-etree's calm, taunting voice echoed across the clearing. I must say, I'm rather curious about that little trick of yours. Without waiting, he swung his massive sword, strike after strike slicing through the air toward Ian, confident. You'll dodge it again, won't you? Just like before. Ian slowly rose to his feet, facing the enemy who clearly outmatched him. He forced his breathing to steady. Just a little more, Teen-etree chuckled, amused. What's the matter? Seeing Ian remain still he added mockingly. Already given up, have you? But little did he know he was walking straight into Ian's trap.

2:20:46Ian's mind was razor-focused. All right, I just need him to charge in. Sure enough, Teen-etree advanced, each heavy footstep sinking slightly into the soft ground, oblivious to the danger. The moment his sword sliced downward, Ian twisted his body, narrowly evading the strike. Teen-etree's eyes shot wide open in disbelief. But before he could react, Ian struck back, faster than the eye could follow. Teen-etree stumbled, forced to retreat under Ian's relentless assault. His expression darkened as bruises quickly blossomed across his body. He can take a hit, freakish bastard, Ian thought. Fine, I just won't give him a chance to breathe. Ian surged forward like a violent storm. His speed utterly overwhelming. Teen-etree barely had time to register what happened before Ian's attack sent him flying. The ground shook as he crashed down hard. But worse than the impact was the cold, merciless grip tightening around his throat. Teen-etree thrashed in panic, voice rasping. W. What are you doing?

2:21:46Let me go. Ian didn't answer. His expression was cold as death itself. Raising the axe high, his voice was low and dangerous. Shut your mouth. His face twisted with fury. Ian's grip tightened around Teen-etree's neck. Shut the hell up, he repeated with a snarl. Teen-etree's eyes bulged as he struggled to speak. But it was too late. The blade came down with brutal finality. His body convulsed violently as dark energy burst from his face like a balloon leaking air. The life draining from him. But Ian wasn't done. His rage hadn't cooled. You filthy coward, how dare you stab others in the back like that. Without hesitation, Ian raised the axe once more. Bastards like you, deserve to be ground into pieces. Finally the battle ended. Silence returned heavy but peaceful. Ian exhaled slowly, his fury settling. But the quiet didn't last. A shrill, entitled voice suddenly cut through the calm. You bastard.

2:22:46How dare you lay a hand on me. A young man stormed in, eyes wide with arrogance. I am Lupin, third son of Count Rayna-la. He pointed a finger at Ian, seething. If you know what's good for you, get on your knees before Lupin could even finish his sentence. Ian's axe came flying toward him. The fool stood frozen, staring at the weapon as it whistled past him, completely oblivious to the danger creeping closer. Ian's voice was calm, almost bored, but carried a dangerous edge. Sounds to me like you want to get chopped into pieces too. His gaze darkened. Since you're suddenly wide awake. Why don't you tell me? Where exactly did you get your information about Saria? Lupin flinched, stumbling over his words. Teat that, panic quickly set in. His bravado shattered as he blurted everything he knew. I don't know anything. I swear. There, there was this girl. A girl with green hair. She's the one who told us. That's all I know.

2:23:46I don't even know who she really is. Ian's eyes narrowed. His expression turning ice cold as he caught the most important detail. Even hair. Lupin nodded frantically, trembling all over. She told us things about Saria's mother. That's it. I swear that's all I know. Ian slowly stepped closer, his shadow looming over the terrified noble. Lupin lowered his head, practically curling into himself as he waited for his fate to be decided. Ian's voice was low, chilling, and unmistakably threatening. Eustlis, I should have known there wouldn't be much to squeeze out of cowards like you. He paused, then leaned in slightly, his words cutting like a blade. Listen carefully, there won't be a next time. With that, Ian spared Lupin's pathetic life, turning away. Deep down he exhaled, his fury simmering beneath the surface. At least for now, Saria shouldn't face any more trouble. If those bastards dare try anything dirty behind my back again, they all know perfectly well what happens when a lunatic like me comes knocking.

2:24:47And as Ian's eyes drifted to Lupin, who now stood frozen, staring blankly at teen iters crumpled body, the fury within him boiled once more. His fist clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. The bitter thought echoed relentlessly in his mind. Those bastards dared to spread rumors about Saria's past, Ian's eyes glinted with cold resolve, his jaw tightening. I swear, I'll hunt them down, and crush them all. Saria glanced around but saw no familiar figure in sight. He's not here. Did something happen to singer Ian? No way did he go pick a fight for me. Even if he was angry suddenly, mocking voices rang out behind her. Hey look, it's the little orphan girl. Saria turned around and immediately recognized the group of bullies. One of the girls sneered at her. What are you staring at? You can't exactly go crying to your mommy now, can you? Saria's hands holding her sword trembled with anger. These damn bastards, she clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to stay calm.

2:25:49Keep it together. They're trying to provoke me. I can't afford to react. But seeing Saria stay quiet, another girl smirked and kept pushing. Ah, look at her. She's pissed off now, isn't she? Guess it's what happens when no one raises you properly. Maybe it's because you're only half a person, huh? At that moment a cold sharp voice cut through the air. That's enough. The girls turned and saw Teen Itri approaching, his expression dark and menacing. Who the hell are you? One of them asked. His gaze remained flat, but there was a dangerous edge to his tone. I'm telling you, walk away. Unless you want to end up like me, confused they tried to laugh it off. Who a calm down. We're just having a little chat with someone we know. But their nervous chuckles faltered as they finally noticed the bruises, cuts, and swollen face on Teen Itri. He spoke with quiet venom. No need for excuses. That crazy bastard he and didn't even give us a chance to explain before he beat the

2:26:49hell out of us. This is all thanks to him. Realizing they were in way over their heads, the girls paled. W-wait. This isn't the arena. You can't just but Teen Itri ignored them, focusing back on Saria. Saria your Dina. He and his group all bowed their heads, their voices sincere. I apologize. And now on, we won't bother you again. Saria remained unfazed, her tone indifferent. This is unnecessary. You could have picked a better time to humiliate yourselves. But Teen Itri leaned in, his voice low and threatening by her ear. There's a reason I'm making a scene like this. If vague rumors start spreading, people will mock us. So we're making it clear the lunatic Ian wrecked us. That's the story. His expression darkened. I still don't like you. You're rude, and it pisses me off that you're stronger than me, and that you've got solid backing. But even so, building allies is a skill too. Make sure to tell Ian what happened here today.

2:27:50As he walked away, Saria watched him, mildly surprised. He's smarter than I thought. But before she could process that, she froze in disbelief. The two girls who had mocked her earlier were bowing deeply, voices trembling with regret. For sorry we won't ever mess with you again, Saria stood there, unsure how to even react. If it were just me, I probably would have just endured it, and believed I couldn't change anything. But I can't keep relying on his help forever. Next time I'll handle it myself. Meanwhile in a lavish room elsewhere, a frustrated voice called out. Ian. The Stess scowled as she looked him over, her rotation clear. Do you enjoy getting yourself hurt or something? More importantly, did you really fight eight people at once? Letting out an exhausted sigh, she continued. I'm only patching you up because you had a valid reason, but if it weren't for that, Renellis would have made a huge scene. Ian's eyes widen slightly at the name. Renellis? The Stess nodded grimly.

2:28:51Yes. The count is furious. He may have kept his promise, but there's no way he's letting go of his grudge. What should I do? What if they start putting pressure on my family? While Ian was still deep in thought, the Stess continued, her tone casual but steady, of course I've explained everything properly. When you told me what happened, naturally I had to take your side. After all the Church of Heaven always protects justice, and besides, I still owe you a favor from last time. Ian blinked in surprise. A favor? Seeing his confused expression, she smirked knowingly. Oh, I guess you don't remember. Well it's nothing major. You don't need to worry about it, Emolene. Ian's forced smile twitched at her words. Emulene? But inside he was cursing up a storm. Damn you, a cursed spirit. What the hell did you do during that week? The Stess wasn't someone an ordinary student like him should be casually speaking to. There was no way her favor was just a simple thank you.

2:29:52Just what the hell did he, or more accurately that thing, due to make her owe him a favor like this. While his mind spiraled in frustration, a familiar voice called from outside the room. Ian, Saline rushed in, throwing her arms around him. You really beat up teen in his gang. Or you hurt? Or you okay? Seeing her so fired up, Ian sighed in exasperation. Why do you always pounce on me every time we meet? Pouting saline huffed. But seriously, why do you care so much about that girl? Every time you throw yourself in harm's way for her. Ian shook his head. It's not true. If it were you, I'd do the same thing. Didn't I promise I protect you? The soft golden light in the room seemed to blur a saline froze for a moment, clearly touched by his words. So you still remember Ian smiled faintly. How could I forget? His expression grew more serious. High-ranking nobles have set their eyes on the minds in your family's territory. They've even plotted to take down your uncle.

2:30:54I saw you crying in the garden that day. My mind was made up. I protect you, no matter what. Saline's eyes widened. Emotions overwhelming her. She threw her arms around him again, holding him tight. Ian gently reassured her, don't worry. If anything happens, I'll be there. You're like my little sister. Of course I can't just stand by and do nothing. But at the word little sister Saline's entire body tends to stop. Little sister. The emotional atmosphere snapped like a brittle string. With a dangerous glint in her eye, she stomped hard on Ian's foot. Seriously. We were having such a touching moment. How could you ruin it like that? Ian hopped on one foot, holding the injured one, completely lost. What? What did I do wrong? His clueless response only fueled her frustration. Forget it. There's no use explaining to an idiot like you. Saline took a deep breath, forcibly calming herself down. Let's just deal with the Suria Yardina situation as fast as possible.

2:31:55Once that's over, your obsession with her will cool off naturally. Her expression turns serious. It's not new for people to talk behind her back, but now it's changed. They're doing it openly, right to her face. And these aren't just random students. They're mostly high ranking nobles with ties all over this academy. Ian frowned. Leto mentioned the same thing. He looked at Saline. Do you have any idea who's behind this? She crossed her arms, thinking aloud. Well, it's definitely not second years. This isn't just a few bullies. It's organized. So odds are, someone from teens third year group is involved. First years and fourth years. I doubt it. First years don't even have any connection to the Yardina family. Ian considered it. So third years are the most likely. Saline offered. Leto said he'd be late today. You want me to ask him to dig around? But Ian shook his head. I'll handle it. He's got enough connections as it is. Inside, Ian's mind raced.

2:32:56Third years. High ranking nobles. Green hair, just like Lupin mentioned. That narrowed things down considerably. All that's left is to find out who the mastermind really is. Inside the quiet room, Ian wandered aimlessly, muttering to himself. I never thought leaving this place alone would feel this. Empty. As he walked, he ran into someone Emma's father. The man immediately noticed him and bowed politely. It's been a while young master. Ian quickly raised his hand to stop him. You don't have to be so formal, sir. Hezotating for a moment, Ian asked quietly, how, how is she doing? Emma's father's hands trembled slightly. His face filled with sorrow. They say she's still fighting for her life. I, I'm such a useless father. I don't even know what I can do anymore. Even the guilt weighing down the man's expression, Ian offered a gentle reassurance. Please, don't blame yourself like that. I believe a miracle will happen.

2:33:57Emma's father looked at Ian with gratitude burning in his eyes. I heard you killed the beast that attacked my daughter. I truly I don't know how to ever repay you. Gripping Ian's hand tightly, he poured out his heartfelt thanks, leaving Ian feeling awkward. The man's grip tightened even more, as if he couldn't contain his emotions. Ian quickly responded, it only attacked me, so I fought back. What I did, it's not something that deserves your gratitude. As he gently pulled his hand away, the man seemed flustered. I'm sorry I didn't mean to, Ian shook his head with a faint smile. It's fine. The man quickly bowed again. It's just, I couldn't help wanting to express my thanks. Well then I'll be on my way. With that, their conversation ended, and they went their separate ways. As Ian walked off, he silently vowed to himself, I'll do whatever it takes to save Emma. In front of the towering structure, Ian stood lost and thought. Lettuce connections really are impressive. Recalling Lettuce cheerful, confident face as he declared.

2:34:59Alright, leave it to me. But what are you paying me for this? Huh, Ian could only sigh in exasperation. Even if I just sit and wait, I know he'll find the culprit eventually. As he mulled it over, he found himself approaching Syria's usual training spot. He wasn't surprised in the slightest. New you'd be here before me. Standing at a distance, Ian watched Syria practice. Something about the atmosphere around her had shifted. She was immersed in her sword practice, completely unaware of his presence. Her precise fluid movements made Ian wonder to himself, how did I even manage to beat her back then? When she finally finished her training, Ian walked over and called out, you holding up okay? Syria, wiping the sweat from her forehead, turned toward him. Her cheeks flushed pink as she bowed slightly. No, not at all. If you were by my side, senior Ian, I wouldn't be okay. Ian blinked, momentarily confused by her words, then realized how loud his own thoughts had been, making him awkwardly avert his eyes.

2:36:01Syria asked softly, and how about you? Ian answered with a tense smile, same as always. By the way, what were you practicing just now? Syria explained, it's a secret technique from my family. The golden lion's sword style. It's a technique that creates multiple consecutive sword slashes, making it hard for the opponent to tell which ones are real. She paused for a moment before adding. I'm still inexperienced, so I can only create three slashes at once. But true masters can make up to ten in a single breath. Considering that it was a secret family technique, Ian hesitated and asked, is it really okay for me to see it? Syria nodded, her tone playful yet sincere. It's fine. Besides, with your skills you wouldn't be able to copy it anyway. Realizing how rude that sounded, she immediately panicked, waving her hands. Wait. That's not what I meant. I just meant you're already strong enough as it is. Ian chuckled softly, though there was a twinge of bitterness in his heart.

2:37:05No, you were right. Seeing his reaction, Syria lowered her gaze apologetically. I'm really sorry truly, but Ian smiled again, brushing it off. It's fine. Don't worry about it. Ian sighed inwardly. Seems like she's finally starting to understand other people's feelings. She even feels bad about what she said. The two continued chatting casually. Syria smiled and said, I've heard about what you did. She bowed her head slightly, sincerely thanking him. Thank you for helping me. Ian gently took both her hands, smiling brightly. Don't worry about it. We help each other when we need to. His smile was so dazzling, so warm, that Syria was momentarily stunned. She didn't even hear the rest of what he said don't overthink it so much. Her face flushed bright red. Flustered, she quickly lowered her gaze to the ground, avoiding his eyes. Her mind scrambled for some sense of composure. Maybe my situation isn't as hopeless as I thought. Seeing her hands back, she hesitated for a moment, then said something that completely

2:38:07confused Ian. She looked up at him, smiling faintly. I'll deal with my own problems myself. Her determined tone caught Ian off guard. Since when did she, sound so reliable? Still a little flustered, he scratched the back of his head. All right. But if anything happens, come find me, okay? Syria's expression stiffened as if she'd said something wrong. Did I, did I say something weird just now? Ian quickly waved his hands in denial no no, let's, just get to training. Without another word, Syria threw herself into practice with surprising focus, completely ignoring Ian. Watching her, Ian quietly observed, her aura is way more stable than before. But as he kept watching, his eyes narrowed in curiosity. He eventually walked over and asked, hey, did your aura color change? Syria nodded calmly. It did. Ian's eyes widened and shocked. Wait, wait, that's not, that's not a small thing, you know. He clearly remembered her previous aura color.

2:39:09The change wasn't drastic, but it was unmistakable. The soft green hue had deepened considerably. A person's aura reflected their state of mind, their very spirit. A change in color meant something inside her had changed. Yet, Syria tilted her head and said, I don't feel any different though, weird, right? Her words only deepened Ian's suspicion. Suddenly, a thought hit him. Could this have anything to do with those rumors about her mother getting out? At the mention of her mother, Syria flinched, visibly uncomfortable, but her voice remained firm. It hurt, hearing everyone talk about it like that. But no. I don't think my aura has anything to do with that. She looked away her voice quiet. Besides, that happened a long time ago. Ian frowned slightly. A long time ago, Syria fell silent for a moment, then began recounting the memory. When I was six, my mother was exiled from the Yardina family. Her eyes clouded with sorrow. She, she begged not to be taken away from me.

2:40:11The scene played vividly in her mind. Her mother kneeling before her father, pleading desperately to stay. But her father's voice rang cold and cruel get this filthy woman out of here. Now. In moments, nights appeared and forcibly dragged her mother away. Syria had stood frozen, unable to move or speak, as her mother's outstretched hand reached for her until the very last moment, that haunting image was forever burned into her memory. Her voice trembled slightly as she continued. I was afraid, afraid I'd be thrown out too. So I, I pretended I didn't see anything. Her face showed little emotion, but her eyes betrayed the pain she carried. She finished, her tone cold but resolute. After that, my sister told me, if you don't prove yourself useful, you'll end up just like her. Syria slid her sword back into its sheath. So from that day on, I poured everything into swordsmanship. To prove I wasn't useless. Ian listened silently, a heavy sadness settling over him.

2:41:11At just six years old, she had to endure something like that, Ian asked. So that's why you wanted to feed your sister. To prove you're strong enough to surpass the air of your family? Syria hesitated for a moment, then lifted her chin with quiet determination. That's what I thought at first. She met his eyes, her voice steady but softer now. But now, I just want to prove to myself that I'm not weak. Seeing Ian's worried expression, Syria offered him a reassuring smile. But it's fine now. She added, almost chile but with complete sincerity, because I have you, senior Ian. Those words tighten something in Ian's chest. There's no way I can leave her on her own anymore, not after hearing all that. With resolve, Ian said, alright then. In that case all you need to do is win the hunting festival. Syria let out a startled, almost comical gasp. Double what? Defeating Delphum the strongest student in the academy in a one-on-one duel, that was nearly impossible.

2:42:12But the hunting festival was a team competition. Ian smiled faintly his confidence unwavering. Somehow we'll pull it off. Meanwhile, somewhere else within the academy, a girl whispered a report to Delphum your deena. There's a rumor going around that your little sisters joining the hunting festival. Delphum crossed her legs casually, lounging in her chair, exuding overwhelming presence. Her aura simmered faintly around her, making the room feel heavier with power. With a cold dismissive tone, she replied, let her. A wicked glint appeared in her eyes as she added. Spreading those rumors about her mother. That was just the appetizer to welcome her back. She leaned forward slightly, her voice sharp and cruel. Seems like it's time I crush her completely. Ian's voice rang out, good job Syria. Syria smiled softly, replying. You too senior Ian. Ian covered his face with his hand, glancing up at the sky, silently thinking. Since it's finally time I take another look at that letter, I've been so caught up with

2:43:16Syria's situation. I completely forgot about it. Ian straightened up, saying, alright then, I've got some things to take care of, so before he could finish Syria hesitated, tugging lightly at his sleeve. Her cheeks flushed pink as she stammered. S.N. you do you want to have breakfast together? Seeing her flustered expression, Ian couldn't help but let out a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. Alright fine. But after breakfast I'm off, got it. But suddenly a sharp voice cut in. Oh, you mean that terrible senior right? It was Seline waving energetically as she walked over. Done with training already. Ian frowned, who are you calling terrible? Seline shot a distainful glance at the person standing beside Ian. Syria mumbled awkwardly, hello Seline. Seline sneered at her, turning back to Ian with a teasing grin. Saying to breakfast aren't you? Without waiting for a reply, she slipped her arm around Ian's and pressed herself close.

2:44:18Then let's go together, just the two of us like always. Ian looked completely lost. Like always? Since when do we have breakfast together? Not wanting to lose out, Syria furrowed her brows and tugged at Ian's sleeve again. Wait a second. Wispers erupted from the nearby students. Hey, what's happening? Drama alert. Seline clung tighter to Ian's arm, deliberately pressing herself closer. Her gaze sharp as she provoked is there some reason you need him. Syria, your dina. Seline chuckled inwardly. What's gotten into this girl? Did she swallow a stick of dynamite or something? Syria held her ground, her voice firm. Let go of him. Seline raised an eyebrow, amused. And who exactly do you think you are telling me that? We always go together. Syria's eyes darkened. So that's how it is. You're one of those people. The ones who talk behind my back. You just want to paint me as the villain right.

2:45:19Seline's expression twisted slightly, but Syria took a bold step closer, her voice steady. Tell me, am I wrong? Every time I see that insecure, ugly side of you, I realize those rumors might suit you perfectly. Being in near Saline's ear, Syria whispered coldly. If Ian only notices me because I seem pitiful, then I'll stay pitiful, as long as it means we'll always be together. Seline couldn't take it anymore. Her hand went for a sword, fury flashing in her eyes. Don't block my way. But Syria didn't flinch, her presence radiating quiet authority. Dryer sword then. Because honestly, I can't hold back much longer either. The tension between them reached a boiling point. But before either could act, a low, firm voice rang out. Enough. Ian stepped between them, his face serious. Both of you just leave me alone for a bit. Saline frozen surprise, unconsciously muttering his name, Ian, Syria's head dropped, her eyes

2:46:22glistening with unshed tears. Saline clenched her fists and closed her eyes, swallowing her frustration. Here at the dining hall, Ian sat at the table, dark circles visible under his eyes, absom mindedly staring at the sky. Letto, seated across from him, raised his glass, grinning. So, that's why you left the two of them behind. Ian sighed, Syria was getting angry, and Saline kept saying weird stuff. I couldn't take it anymore. Letto let out a hearty laugh, sipping his drink. Man, I'd be jealous if I were you. Two gorgeous girls fighting over you doesn't get much better than that. Ian scowled. You keep talking like that, and my fist is going straight into your face. Letto smirked, unfazed, relax, undiscuing, Saline's probably got a lot on her mind too. After all, a new love rival just popped up out of nowhere. Ian blinked in confusion. Huh? What are you talking about? Tito said his glass down with a sigh.

2:47:24You really are dense, you know that? Ian grumbled. You brought this up in the first place, forget it. What about the investigation I asked you to handle? Letto shrug casually. Why so impatient? I told you, give me about a week. I've already got all my ex's current girlfriends, and basically everyone else I know looking for a girl with green hair. Just be patient. Ian frowned, judging bluntly you player. I didn't think it'd take this long. Letto still excited, took a sip of water. Well, if we found her right away, it wouldn't be called investigating, would it? Out of nowhere, Ian spoke up, mumbling under his breath. By the way, I've got a question. Do you think, a letter could come from the future? Letto crossed his arms, confused. What's with you today? You've been saying all kinds of weird stuff. Ian quickly shoved his hand into his pocket. Forget it. It's probably better if I just show you. Look, letto's green eyes widened.

2:48:24Look at what? Ian urged him, come on, I'm telling you to look at this letter, from the future. Letto snorted teasing. What did you eat something expired or what? He casually reached through the space in front of Ian, his hand passing right through the letter. There's nothing in your hand, genius. Ian's heart sank, anxiety flooding his chest. What? His hand just went through it. Lee to leaned in, concerned creeping into his voice. Don't tell me your curse or losing your mind. Ian shot to his feet, protesting no. That's how I knew about Emma's accident and the monster attack. The reason I avoided danger, it was all written in this letter. And there's more it says a terrifying monster will show up at the hunting festival. Letto stayed calm, tapping his chin as he replied, the hunting festival. Isn't that kind of expected? Strong opponents always show up. The senior students will be back for it, after all.

2:49:26Ian struggled to explain, his words stumbling over each other. No, that's not what I mean. I'm saying a monster so powerful it shouldn't exist will show up during the hunting festival. Letto still looked skeptical, raising a brow. Okay, but is it really necessary to stress that the hunting festival is happening? Everyone at the academy knows that. Ian's hands trembled slightly as he clutched the invisible letter, his heart uneasy. What the hell? Our conversation it's not connecting, don't tell me, I can't share the letter's contents with anyone. Letto snapped Ian out of his thoughts. Alright, let's pretend what you're saying is true. If that's the case, there's a hike chance, some sort of time interference is happening. And it's only affecting you, so you can prevent a disaster. Ian blinked, confused. Disaster. What do you mean? Lato side tiredly. Are you seriously this dense? This is major. Time interference can only be done with the highest form of magic.

2:50:29But even that has limits. You know why? Ian scratched his cheek, muttering to himself. Emma said something similar before, allowed. He answered hesitantly, because it's hard to use. Letto groaned. Exasperated dear God. Why do I even bother? We're talking about magic that can mess with the order of the world. Obviously there are restrictions. Letto leaned in, growing more serious. Let's use the wolf monsters from earlier as an example. In the future described by that letter, those monsters got taken down. But that only happened because you read the letter. But think about it, that letter couldn't have been sent, unless the monsters were already defeated. Which means the past is the future, and the future is the past. That kind of loop messes up everything. His voice dropped low, firm and serious. In other words, knowing about the future means, Ian still looked lost. Letto spelled it out clearly.

2:51:30If you screw this up, you could be the one who destroys the entire world. Ian hesitated, his voice shaking slightly. Me. I could destroy the whole world. I know set his glass down with a solid thunk, replying firmly. Exactly. That's why I'm telling you be careful. I think whoever sent that letter is trying to stop something terrible from happening. But since this time distortion only affects you, and the information you have is limited. As long as you don't do anything reckless, things should be fine. A bead of sweat slid down Ian's cheek as his mind raced. Even so, the fate of the entire world might be resting on me. I'm just some small time noble from the countryside. How the hell am I supposed to handle something like this? Shielding his eyes from the glaring sunlight, Ian sighed inwardly. What? What should I even do from now on? Before he could compose himself a sharp blunt voice called out. Hey you, Ian slowly turned around. There stood Elsie, lips purged in displeasure.

2:52:32You're the one who beat up my little brother, aren't you? Ian's body, magical energy flickered and swirled around her like an aura of barely-contained fury. Arms crossed, she stood tall and confident. Then, the sound of countless footsteps echoed in from all directions. Ian's breath caught as he glanced around he was completely surrounded. His expression darkened, mind racing. She's here for revenge, for her little brother? Gulping nervously, Ian tried to stay calm. If she's really his sister then, this must be Elsie Rinellis. He muttered under his breath. You seriously thought the son of House Rinellis would just sit quietly after what happened. Ian let out a long, defeated sigh, running a hand through his hair and frustration. The leader of one of the two main factions of the academy. Even the saint has tried to smooth things over, but no, that little brat still came looking for me. And now he's brought his big sister too. The corners of Ian's mouth twitched as he resigned himself.

2:53:34This I'm taking a beating today. Before this really spirals out of control. He kept mumbling to himself, yeah, sis, this guy isn't some pushover, but running away. That's just pathetic. But before the Rinellis siblings could even finish bickering, all of Elsie's followers were already sprawled across the floor. A golden haired girl stood among them, casually dusting off her hands as if swatting away some dirt. With a faint polite smile she spoke, cutting through the tense air like a blade. Who dear my apologies? They were blocking my path. Her graceful steps echoed softly as she approached, each movement elegant and composed. Delphine ran her hand through her hair and offered a perfectly measured smile. Why don't you quit pretending to be all tough in front of the other students, Delphine? It's honestly getting old. Elsie's teeth clenched with irritation. You're just as rude as ever, your deena. A dangerous tension sparked between them as they stared each other down, both radiating

2:54:35hostility. That's my line, you know. Ian stood awkwardly, watching the exchange with an overwhelmed expression. Uggg, you're blocking the way. Can't you people just move? Seriously scram already. But deep down he chuckled to himself. This is the first time I've seen senior Delphine up close. Up until now, I only caught glimpses of her in newspapers or from far away. Seizing the opportunity, Ian carefully slipped to the side, ready to bolt, since she's serious older sister maybe I should talk to her later. Plus, this might be my perfect escape, but just as he tried to leave, a dark-haired young man placed a firm hand on Ian's shoulder. Where do you think you're going? Don't tell me you're actually trying to run away. Ian quickly waved his hands defensively. And no, of course not. But even as he denied it, his hand had already drifted to the hilt of his sword. Ah, I really really don't want to fight right now.

2:55:35Before he could fully decide his next move, a teasing voice called out behind him, making him freeze mid-step. Ah-ha, that's more like it, isn't it? Elsie smirked mockingly, arms still crossed. You like him, don't you? Well I don't mind waiting another night. Go have your fun with him. Elsie shot Ian a sharp glare but still spoke with a biting tone. What exactly do you plan to do after what he's done to your little sister? Before her words could even settle in the air, a hot splash of blood suddenly burst out, staining the space around them. Both girls frozen shock. In Ian's hand no gleamed a sharp battle-axe. And beneath his feet, the unfortunate student lay curled up, clutching his bleeding arm, writhing in pain. Ian's voice dropped low, dark and threatening like the growl of a cornered beast. Senior Elsie, you can say whatever the hell you want about me, but I won't let you drag Syria into this. His face remained utterly calm, but his sharp golden eyes gleamed cold as ice.

2:56:37So tell me how exactly do you plan to pay for that mistake? Ha? A suffocating aura of killing intent burst from Ian, making Elsie instinctively recoil in fear. Her voice cracking with panic, H.E. He's going to attack me. But Ian didn't hesitate for a second. He dashed forward, leaping into the air, swinging the axe down with terrifying force toward the blonde-haired student nearby. With a sickening thud, the boy collapsed, blood spurting uncontrollably from the brutal strike. Another student charged at Ian, shouting furiously, you bastard. But Ian shifted his stance effortlessly, weaving through the flurry of sword strikes as if dancing. In the same motion he brought his axe around in a brutal swing, knocking the student clean off his feet. Raising the axe high with one hand, Ian judged coldly, too slow. With the butt of the axe, he slammed it straight into the student's face. The poor boy collapsed to the ground, unconscious, his mouth agape, eyes rolled back pitifully.

2:57:38Ian stood tall amidst the pile of groaning. Defeated students utterly composed, as if nothing had happened. But suddenly a flash of crackling blue lightning tore through the air beside him. Ian reacted instantly, gritting his teeth as he launched himself out of harm's way, dodging the savage blast of magical lightning. Landing on steady feet, Ian looked elsey dead in the eyes, but twisted grin curling his lips. Good. That's more like it. He sneered utterly satisfied. Come on, let's fight properly now. I've already cleared out the pests for you. Elsie's face contorted in both fury and disbelief. You've completely lost it. Do you really think you can beat me? But Ian, growing more impatient, retorted, how would I know if I don't try? In a burst of mana, he launched himself at her like a bullet. In a flash, Ian raised his arm high, slicing the air. His boots landed squarely on the ground, but in the next instant, raw mana surged straight

2:58:39toward her. Elsie hastily summoned a defensive spell, shielding herself from the impact. She exhelled sharply, a weakling like you. You seriously think you can break my barrier? Ian's grin twisted wider, dark and vicious. Guess I'll just keep trying. Let's see how long your shield holds up. The air between them turned eerily quiet. Elsie folded her arms confidently, a proud smile curling her lips. Break my shield? Don't kid yourself. Go at a mitt. Your attacks earlier were quite impressive. You actually managed to deal with my lackeys. With a dismissive glance, she pointed her staff at Ian, ready to mock him further but before she could utter another word, Ian's mana surged violently into his weapon. A sharp clash echoed through the air. Elsie's face twisted and strained as she struggled to withstand the sudden pressure. Ugg you bastard. But it was already too late. Ian's hand slammed against her magical barrier, forcing her body down toward the ground.

2:59:40Swinging his axe down relentlessly, Ian sneered. You sure like to run your mouth, don't you? His strikes came faster, more brutal with each swing. Let's see if you can keep talking after that precious shield of your shatters. Inside, Elsie laughed to herself. Ridiculous. Does he really think swinging that axe over and over will break my barrier? I'm one of the top mages at this academy. While that idiot focuses on smashing away, I'll just quietly prepare my spell and crush him. But Ian's eyes had lost all composure. He struck again. And again. His wildest salt refused to slow, his fury boiling over. Before Elsie could even cast a single spell crack, her proud shield shattered into fragments of mana, dissipating like smoke. Elsie's hands trembled as she gripped her staff, eyes wide and disbelief. The students spectating around them gassed in shock. He just kept swinging until it broke. Tears walled up and Elsie's blue eyes, her body trembling.

3:00:43As someone please help me. Ian scowled, voice sharp and full of disgust. Really? Begging for your life now? His expression darkened further, golden eyes blazing. Didn't you already accept the consequences when you ran your mouth about me and Syria? You brought this on yourself. Please voice cracked as tears streamed down her face, while you're not actually going to kill me. Are you? Please, I don't want to die. With a twisted smile, Ian hoisted his axe higher. Then maybe you shouldn't have started this. Death's a natural part of a duel that determines a person's honor. The sound of stone cracking echoed beside Elsie's ear. She squeezed her eyes shut in terror. But the killing blow never came. Ian clenched his jaw, veins bulging on his face from restrained fury. This time I'll let it go. But next time you won't be so lucky. Slowly he stepped back, rising to his feet under the stunts stairs of the surrounding

3:01:45students. Suddenly, a calm, almost playful voice broke the silence. Hey, Delphine stood nearby, watching him with clear amusement. Mind if I borrow you for a minute. There's something I've been meaning to discuss with you in front of the Academy courtyard. Not far off, Lido burst into laughter, pointing straight at Ian. Phew, I had a feeling it was you. But while so you really are the axe-wielding madman everyone's talking about. Ian let out an exasperated sigh. Oh, you want to try that madman's axe for yourself? You'd love it, I swear. Leto teased further winking. Besides, aren't you supposed to meet senior Delphine now? Ian scratched the back of his head, a little annoyed. Yeah, yeah, that's the plan. But I've got no clue what she wants from me. With a shrug he added, guess I'll just go along for now. Then his expression turned serious. Anyway, did you find the one spreading rumors about Syria? Leto smirked, pulling out a small note.

3:02:47Sure did. That's why I came looking for you. Ian unfolded the note and scanned its contents, his eyes narrowing in thought. Him, Lido raised an eyebrow. Wow, that's weirdly calm of you. I expected more of a reaction. Ian crossed his arms, exhaling heavily. I've got my reasons. Looking up at the sky, his thoughts drifted. We don't have much to go on. But when I thought about who'd benefit most from tormenting Syria, the answer became pretty obvious. Lido's eyes widened slightly in realization. So you already had a hunch and my info just confirmed it. Ian nodded, gaze unwavering. Exactly. Now the only thing left is to hear what they have to say for themselves. Meanwhile, deep within a sunlit forest, Syria stood alone, worry clouding her gentle face. She glanced down at the report in her hand, her expression tinged with sadness. He got into another fight because of me again. Her cheeks flushed faintly as the thought lingered.

3:03:49Senior LC only approached him because he dealt with the people spreading rumors about me. I told him I could handle it. But in the end, he helped me anyway. Suddenly, Ian's voice rang out behind her. Why do you look so down? Syria jumped in surprise. Essinur Ian. She quickly tried to hide the report behind her back. Ah, um, it's nothing. Her body trembled slightly as she spoke. Her voice soft and filled with regret. I? I'm sorry about earlier. I treated Selene like she was the villain. It wasn't fair. Ian scratched his head awkwardly, his voice gentle. Don't worry about it. I was a little annoyed back then too, but I'm not mad anymore. So stop worrying, okay? Syria shyly looked up at him, her eyes shimmering. But every time I just stand there, watching you help me, her fingers fidgeted nervously. This time was the same. You fought those bullies for me, and even senior LC got dragged into it.

3:04:50Ian's expression softened, a warm, reassuring smile lighting up his face like starlight. It's okay. You can lean on me. That's what we do, right? When one of us is in trouble, the other helps. Who knows next time, you might be the one helping me. Syria pouted slightly, but her eyes sparkled as she looked at him dreamily. Can I hug you? Ian blinked, caught completely off guard. Ha, Syria's small frame inched closer to him. Ian opened his mouth to say something, wait. Hold on but before he could finish, her body gently pressed against his. The warm sunlight filtered through the trees, and the faint sound of falling leaves filled the air. Ian's face flushed a deep red as his heart raced uncontrollably. What? What the hell is happening right now? Syria clung to him happily, clearly enjoying the moment. But just as she was getting lost in the warmth, Ian's voice broke the silence. From Syria I, Syria quickly turned her face away, blushing furiously, her hands covering

3:05:54her cheeks. This is because of my mom. She stammered, embarrassed. Whenever I cried, my mom would hug me like this, so her head spun from nerves. I didn't mean to upset you, I just I. She struggled to finish her sentence. Her eyes darting away awkwardly, but then they landed on something nearby. Her expression shifted slightly. Wait, are those sea of flowers? Desperate to change the subject, she pointed at the cluster of blossoms nearby. These flowers usually only grow up north. I've never seen them this far south before. Ian's eyes widened as realization hit him. Sea of flowers? Damn, with all the bullying drama I completely forgot about them. His mind raced, piecing the puzzle together. The reason I approached Syria in the first place was to figure out if she's sepia. This was the perfect chance to ask. Ian cleared his throat trying to sound casual. Do you like flowers, Syria?

3:06:56Syria's expression brightened instantly. Her radiant smile blooming like the flowers themselves. Yes, my mom loved flowers, so I do too. Ian's eyes widened deep and thought. With that emotional connection, it makes sense she'd name herself after a flower. But another question not at him. Why is she hiding her real name? There must be a reason. His gaze drifted toward the sea of flowers swaying gently in the breeze. This flower must mean a lot to her. And in that letter it mentioned we'd get closer after the hunting festival. Ian's hard-skipped a beat as a shocking thought surfaced. Could Syria really be sepia? If that's true then, she's the one I'm destined to marry in the future. The realization left him speechless. Ian shook his head, muttering under his breath. No, no, no matter how convincing that letter was, she's just a junior. I shouldn't let this distract me. Focus, Ian.

3:07:57He smiled gently at Syria. Hey, Syria, can I ask you something? It's a little personal. Syria tilted her head curious. Huh? What is it, senior? Ian asked casually, though his eyes sharpened slightly, has Delphine officially been confirmed as the heir to house your dinner yet? What about you? Is there any chance you might become the heir? Syria's expression turned distant, her voice quiet. Me. I don't have the recognition or the ability to become the heir. My sister holds all the real power, and the entire family supports her. Ian nodded slowly. I see. Has your sister ever tried to suppress you? Syria's face darkened. Suppress me. Ian stroked his chin thoughtfully. You're still a year deen by blood. There must be some rivalry over succession. Syria clenched her fists, her eyes filled with quiet resentment. I've never gone against her. I've always done what I was told, stayed quiet, stayed useful.

3:08:59She always warned me, if I wasn't of any use to the family, I'd be nothing. So I stayed careful, at least until I made the decision to enter the hunting festival. Her cheeks flushed faintly with lingering frustration. But why are you even interested in this, senior? Ian smiled, brushing the topic off. Oh, no particular reason. He gently placed a hand on her small shoulder, his eyes kind and reassuring. Though I guess I'll be facing off against your sister soon, so I'd like to know what kind of person she is. After that day, inside the luxurious noble dormitory, the Alice Hall, a butler bowed politely. Thank you for waiting, sir. I'll show you to the room. Ian followed, his mind racing. Just me and senior Delphine great. Another ridiculous rumor in the making, despite the thought, his eyes were calm and determined. The butler announced, Lady Delphine Master Ian has arrived. A clear, confident voice echoed from within.

3:10:00Come in, Ian steadied himself. This is my only chance to get to the truth. He pushed open the door cautiously. Excuse me, but the words caught in his throat. His face flushed red in an instant. Delphine sag casually, her legs crossed with confident allure. Welcome, Prince of the Axe. Ian froze for a moment, his mind spinning. What the hell is she wearing? Ian cleared his throat, stumbling over his words. A senior Delphine, maybe you should change first, Delphine tilted her head, amused. Why? Don't you like it? Ian blurted out without thinking. It's not that. You you look great. Her smile was playful, eyes sharp. Good. Please have a seat. Ian cautiously sat down, keeping his posture respectful and composed. I think it'd be wise to dress more modestly when meeting with a man. Ian poured herself a glass of wine, her voice silky smooth. Why should I?

3:11:02Beautiful things make people want to possess them, don't they? A woman's body is no different. Her eyes glinted with confidence. But most women hide themselves, afraid of men's desire. As for me, no one can possess me. So why would I need to hide? Ian wiped the sweat from his brow, his mind racing. She's right, no one in this academy can beat her. This isn't really a big deal. It's probably just me being naive. I did grow up in the countryside after all. Delphine smiled knowingly. You'll get used to this soon enough. It's just part of daily life now. Ian gave an awkward chuckle, his heart pounding slightly. Why does it feel like she's flirting with me? Shaking the thought away, he focused. Anyway, let's get to the real reason I'm here. Delphine leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. Her voice playfully at sharp. Become my ally, Prince of the Axe. Ian blinked, startled. Me.

3:12:02Delphine nodded, calm and composed. That's right. I've never met anyone as interesting, or as bold as you. Naturally, you'd also enjoy the best privileges across all departments of the academy. Ian lowered his gaze to the table, carefully weighing his options. Does she really want me as an ally, or is there another motive? No way it's that simple. He spoke his voice steady. Before I answer I have a question for you. Delphine smiled faintly, ready for the challenge. Go ahead. Ian's eyes sharpened. Are you aware that Syria has been slandered recently? Delphine didn't hesitate. I've heard. Those fools, daring to tarnish the name of a Yardina. I've already discovered the student responsible for leaking serious private information. It turns out they've been in and out of this dormitory. Ian reached for the wine bottle, pouring himself another glass. His tone darkened. Let me give you the full picture. The one spreading rumors about Syria's mother had to be someone from house Yardina.

3:13:06Someone with enough status to rally others to humiliate her. And most importantly, they had access to private information only a Yardina would know. He looked up, gaze sharp as a blade. When you put it all together, there's only one person who fits. And that person is you, Delphine Yardina. Delphine chuckled softly, unfazed. I thought you were just a harmless little mouse. Color me impressed. Ian pressed on. His voice filled with quiet rage. But why? Why slander your own beloved sister? You never had a reason before. But now you do, don't you? His eyes burned with contempt. In Syria, the little sister who always obeyed you suddenly decided to challenge you in the hunting festival. Delphine closed her eyes briefly, as if conceding a point. You make a convincing case. But unless you have evidence, Ian smirked. If that's what you want, I'll just track down that green-haired student. Delphine smiled darkened, her voice dropping to a chilling confession.

3:14:08That's enough. Yes, it was me. I was going to leave her alone, until she decided to challenge me at the hunting festival. Her eyes glinted with cruel certainty. So I had to remind her never to defy her master. Ian's fist clenched. Her master. Syria only wanted to prove herself. Delphine waved it off, still perfectly poised. Let's set that aside. Are you going to become my ally or not? Honestly, I didn't expect your abilities to be this impressive. But before her words could settle, Ian swung his axe. The glass shattered on the table with a sharp crack. His voice cut through the air, cold and unyielding. I'll have to decline. Working under someone like you doesn't sound like a particularly noble pursuit. The moonlight poured through the window, casting a silver glow across the room. With one clean motion, Ian swung his axe again this time, sending shards of Delphine's wine glass scattering across the floor. His eyes burned with resolve.

3:15:10I refuse. Serving under someone like you isn't exactly what I call a good life choice. Hearing that, Delphine smiled slightly, amusement flickering in her eyes. Oh my, am I really that obvious? She set the shattered wine glass down on the table. But with lightning fast reflexes, drew a dagger from her waist and pressed it firmly against Ian's neck. Her voice was laced with cold threat. Now, I can't exactly let things end like this, can I? Ian glanced down at the blade at his throat, startled. So, you had a hidden weapon on you this whole time. Delphine looked smug. Well, at the very least, I need something for self-defense, Don't I? She withdrew the dagger, her tone brightening as she spoke with unsettling ease. But the more we talk, the more interested I get. You know, not many people can stay so calm when staring down a knife like that. She closed the distance between them, leaning in so close their bodies nearly touched, her eyes glinting with a predatory grin.

3:16:12And that just makes me want to tame you for myself even more. Ian scoffed, unfazed by her confidence. If you try that, you'll regret it. Delphine let out a soft laugh, slipping effortlessly back into her usual composed demeanor. Me? Regret? Please, if that day ever comes, it'll only mean I've been defeated. She turned her back to him, her voice cool and casual. Well, let's end it here for now. It's about time you left. Ian muttered under his breath. I'd love to, but before the words fully left his mouth, he hoisted his axe, lunging at her with a fierce shout. But I'm not done with you yet. Delphine's eyes narrowed as she turned her head, reacting in an instant. She swung her dagger upward, parrying his strike. The edge of his axe sliced across her shoulder. A thin line of crimson blooming across her skin. Ian froze in shock. Delphine countered with a swift, practice strike, her expression sharp with contempt.

3:17:14You've got a long way to go, prince of the axe. With a flick of her wrist, Ian's axe was sent flying, the dagger slashing across his arm and the process. Delphine smiled, practically gleaming with excitement. But hey, don't be too discouraged. If your opponent weren't me, you probably would have won. Dropping to one knee, Delphine aimed for a decisive blow. Ian's eyes widened in alarm, his teeth clenched. The wine glass shattered on the floor beside them. Delphine's sharp gaze locked onto him as her dagger halted just at his throat. But to her surprise, Ian only smirked his sword pressed firmly against her as well. Neither of them yielded. Frustration simmered in Delphine's chest. So the moment you dropped your axe, you drew your sword without hesitation. Replaying the moment in her head, doubt began to creep in. Almost like from the very beginning he never intended to finish me off with just that first strike. Ian's voice remained calm and steady. Seems like you misunderstood something.

3:18:15You keep calling me the prince of the axe, but the sword's actually my main weapon. Delphine scowled, her face flushing with irritation. You really were planning to kill me, weren't you? Otherwise you wouldn't have caught me off guard like that. But don't get cocky you haven't won yet. Ian met her defiance with equal confidence. What do you mean? You're the strongest person in this whole academy. If I can push you this far, doesn't that mean I've already won? Delphine bit her lip and frustration, unwilling to admit defeat. He's not wrong. Even though I let my guard down, this is the first time anyone's pushed me this hard. Maybe that's why I find him so tempting. She forced a playful smile, denying the truth even to herself. Absolutely not. Ian sighed in exasperation. You really are stubborn. As their banter continued, neither of them noticed the sash of Delphine's robe gradually slipping loose, hanging by a thread. Delphine declared dramatically, trying to maintain control of the situation.

3:19:18Prince of the axe, this duel isn't over until the result is perfectly clear. But before she could finish, her robe slipped off entirely. Ian's eyes went wide and shock, his face flushed bright red. He quickly turned away, stammering. W8 senior Delphine. This is a little, but Delphine hastily pulled her robe up. Her expression uncharacteristically flustered as she tried to cover her half-bear body. A sudden knock on the door interrupted the tension. Lady Delphine. A maid's voice called from outside. Is everything alright? I heard a lot of noise, so I came to check. Hoi chad GPT Delphine quickly replied, I'm fine. But as she spoke, Ian's hand, still gripping his weapon, brushed against the wound on her shoulder. A sharp cry of pain escaped her lips. The maid outside froze for a second, then panic took over. She shoved the door open and burst inside. The sight that greeted her was, beyond awkward.

3:20:19Her face flushed bright red. I am so sorry. Please forgive my rudeness. Without waiting for a response, the maid bolted out of the room. Delphine stood there, cheeks burning with embarrassment, stammering. Wait, it's not what it looks like. An awkward, suffocating silence settled over the room. Ian cleared his throat, playing dumb as he bent down to pick up his beloved axe. Oh wow, what do we have here? Who just leaves an axe lying around in a place like this? Nothing no time. Ian headed straight for the door. He gave Delphine a polite, overly formal bow. Well, let's just say I lost this round. Have a good night. And with that he shut the door behind him, leaving Delphine standing there, still flustered and speechless. Back at the academy, rumors were already flying. Did you hear about senior Delphine? One student whispered. Another with green hair chimed in. Do you mean how that guy Ian went to her dorm and caused a scene?

3:21:21The third student jumped in eagerly. Yeah. Apparently, he used alcohol to pressure her while she had her guard down. Honestly, that guy looks like the type to drink whenever he's in a bad mood, as they continued gossiping, familiar footsteps approached. Ian himself walked by, completely aware of the rumors swirling around him. A brown-haired student shook his head, not bothering to lower his voice. I've known that guy for three years, never thought he'd be such a scumbag. People who can hide their true nature, way scarier than people hiding their strength, don't you think? Ian was standing right behind him. The other student noticed and frantically whispered, dude, shut up. Clueless. The brown-haired student frowned. What? I didn't say anything wrong. He turned and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Ian towering behind him. Not another word the group bolted, yelling as they scrambled away. It's the Prince of the Axe. Run for it. Ian sighed, tilting his head back to stare at the sky in frustration.

3:22:25How do these ridiculous rumors spread so fast? At this point it has to be deliberate. As he walked past the bulletin board, he noticed a crowd gathered. Curiosity got the better of him, and he approached to take a look. He was an announcement for the Hunting Festival, the Grand Hunting Festival, hosted by his Majesty, Emperor Adeloss. Participants who capture the strongest magical beast in the forest will be declared the winner. A special prize will also be awarded to the team that captures the most magical beasts. Eligibility. All students. All years. All departments. Team requirement. Four members. Ian stared at the notice. Deep and thought. If I've already decided to join, I should probably register soon. But then reality hit him. Wait, it's just me and Syria right now. How am I supposed to find two more people? He muttered to himself, I definitely need a mage on the team. We've already got enough close range fighters. After a moment of pondering, an idea sparked.

3:23:28Maybe, I should ask Leto. Leto didn't even give him a chance to finish. He pointed a finger right at Ian's face, sneering. Get lost. You'd have to be dreaming if you think I'm joining your team. Ian's eyes shimmered with exaggerated hope. Ah, come on, don't be like that Leto, leto recoiled grimacing. What the hell is that face? Ian pouted dramatically. I just really want you on my team, leto-grown, exasperated. You're getting creepier by the second. Ian's tone dropped into something more serious, though still playful. But having a mage is a smart move. Fine, if you won't join, at least introduce me to a good one. Leto paused, tapping his chin and thought. A good mage. Ha, I've got a few names in mind. His eyes drifted to the newspaper lying on the table, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Nah, I've got a better idea. Leto picked up the paper and waved it at Ian. The headline read Elsie Rinellis, codename.

3:24:30Is this the end for her? Get a chuckle. Follow my plan. And trust me, you'll definitely find yourself a mage. A heavy, ominous atmosphere loomed over the training grounds. Elsie had one of her classmates by the collar, shouting in his face. You got a death wish or something. Just because I lost once doesn't mean you get to mouth off to me. She raised her fist threateningly, her voice sharp and fierce. Don't you dare underestimate me. The student trembled, frantically pleading. H.A. I'm sorry. Please. Leto. Elsie's eyes burned with killing intent. She gathered magical energy in her hand, her tone cold and dangerous. All right, let's make a deal. If you can last the next 10 seconds without crying out, I'll let this slide. She pressed the magic directly onto his body. The poor student screamed in panic. Ah, calm down, please. Just then Ian noticed the crowd forming around him. He stepped forward his tone-combed firm.

3:25:32Senior Elsie, what exactly are you doing? Elsie turned, glaring at him, her furious eyes glowing faintly with blue light. Stay out of this, but the moment she realized it was Ian, her words froze in her throat. She stood there, completely stiff. Ian casually reached for the accident his waist, raising it in front of him with a friendly, but undeniably threatening smile. Mind if I borrow a moment of your time. Elsie froze, her entire body trembling as fear overtook her. She couldn't get a word out. Seeing his chance the student she'd been holding on to bolted, practically sprinting for his life. The crowd dispersed, leaving just Ian and Elsie behind. Ian, honestly a little thrown off himself thought to himself, she's, surprisingly obedient. He remembered what Leto had told him earlier. If she gives you trouble, just show her the axe. That'll solve everything. Inside, rubbing the back of his neck. Doesn't that kinda make me look like a complete jerk though? Pushing the thought aside he spoke in a softer, more relaxed tone.

3:26:35Relax I just want to talk. You don't have to be scared, but it seemed his plan was backfiring. Elsie looked even more panicked. She backed away, visibly trembling. I don't have anything to say to you. Ian took a small step forward, and Elsie practically fell apart. Her voice cracking as she cried out. S-stop. I'll do whatever you say. Okay. Just put the axe away. Ian gently placed a hand on her hat, patting her head reassuringly. His expression softened, his voice warm and patient. You must be exhausted. The simple gesture calmed her a bit. Elsie wiped at her tears glaring at him with watery eyes. Jerk. Ian raised an eyebrow. Why am I the Jerk here? Elsie's face crumpled as she burst into tears again. It's your fault. Everyone's laughing at me now. She pointed at him accusingly through her tears. They're saying I'm pathetic, crying because I lost to some random student. Ian didn't sugarcoat it. He shrugged bluntly. Well, you did cry.

3:27:38Elsie protested immediately. No, I didn't. Ian chuckled. Alright, alright, let's just forget that part. Elsie wiped at her eyes again, still glaring. Whatever this is all your fault. Ian shrugged casually. Is that so? You know I was actually going to let you beat me up and be done with it. His expression darkened slightly, his tone heavy with meaning. But then, that certain someone showed up. At the mention, Delphine's image flashed through Elsie's mind. Her expression stiffened. Delphine your dina. Ian nodded firmly. Exactly. So tell me, senior, why don't you go get revenge on Delphine instead? Elsie tilted her head, curious but suspicious. And how exactly am I supposed to do that? Ian answered calmly, his tone steady and deliberate. Delphine made it pretty clear. She's planning to win the hunting festival to protect the dina family's honor. So if she loses, it'll be a huge disgrace for their entire house. Elsie's eyes lit up with interest. She deserves that.

3:28:39Ian pressed on. In that case, how about joining my team for the hunting festival? Elsie frowned, confused. Why would I team up with you? Elsie's face darkened again. His expression dropping into something far more intimidating. Instinctively, Elsie flinched, waving her hands. Forget I said anything. I didn't mean it like that. Ian sighed, exasperated. Look, I know you don't exactly think highly of me, but can you really stand by and watch Delphine win? Just picture her smug little face. Honestly, it pisses me off just thinking about it. His eyes met hers unwavering. That's why I'm asking you to join me. Ian spoke calmly, his voice steady with quiet confidence. If we work together, I'm sure we can win. Elsie crossed her arms, thinking it over for a moment before giving a reluctant nod. All right, fine. I still feel like you've got some scheme going on, but whatever deals a deal. Relief washed over Ian, though he kept his cool on the surface.

3:29:40Ha, great. That means our basic lineup is set. Inwardly, Ian started breaking it down. Senior Elsie will provide magical support and wait for the right moment to strike. I'll stay up front, blocking enemy attacks and creating openings for counterattacks. That should give Syria the perfect opportunity to unleash her finishing moves. But that strategy came with a catch. Still, if I do that, I'll be the one taking all the heat, drawing the enemy's attention. Ian tilted his head back, gazing at the sky, deep and thought. There's only me acting as the shield right now. We'll need at least one more person. An idea sparked in his mind. Someone skilled maybe even better than me. Someone I can coordinate with. The Celine family's always had ties to hunters. That means she's definitely good at tracking monsters. The memory of his duel with Celine resurfaced. She almost completely overwhelmed me. I barely had time to draw my sword. Ian glanced absent-mindedly toward the foot of the mountain.

3:30:41Having those two together might be a headache, but this isn't the time to be picky. I've got to convince her, no matter what. By the time Sunset rolled in, Ian had managed to meet up with Syria, but before he could say a word, she grabbed him by the collar. Syria, what are you doing? Ian asked, bewildered. Syria's eyes were shaky, her voice trembling. You you met with my sister, didn't you? Ian blinked, confused. Senior Delphine and I. Syria's voice wavered as she pressed him further. Senior Ian, you're thinking about another woman right now, aren't you? Her grip tightened around his collar. Ian winced. No, you're the one who asked before he could finish Syria released him. Ian let out a sigh of relief, but Syria wasn't done. She clenched her fists, seething with frustration. That damn sister of mine, she's trying to steal you away from me. She bit her thumbnail nervously, her voice panicked. Even after you promised you'd stay by my side. Ian's mind reeled.

3:31:41Great, another ridiculous rumor is about to start. Fantastic, shaking it off, he spoke evenly. Look, our team lineups basically set. But I figured we still need a mage, so I invited senior Elsie. Syria's eyes lit up with excitement. With her on board, we won't have to worry about damage output anymore. Ian nodded. Right, as for the final member, I was thinking of Saline. Syria's expression immediately soured. If it's her, our team's just going to be one pointless argument after another. Ian shrugged. Yeah, but no one else is as good as her. Syria lowered her head, pouting in frustration. I just don't like people who are always so reckless. Ian sighed inwardly. Yeah, I figured this wasn't going to be easy. Those two are like oil and water. But his eyes hardened with determination. Still, I can't back down now. We have to register, and we have to win this festival. He placed a reassuring hand on Syria's shoulder, offering a gentle smile. I know this won't be easy, but can you trust me this time?

3:32:44Syria's heart softened at his sincerity. She wiped the last traces of frustration from her expression, and gave a small nod. Okay, I'll trust you, senior Ian. Ian smiled, his mind already racing ahead. Good, that settles things with Syria. But there's still one problem. Saline, his eyes narrowed slightly with quiet resolve. If she agrees, my dream team will finally be complete. But will she say yes? Khoi Chadge PT at the Academy Courtyard, Saline said quietly on one of the stone benches, keeping to herself. Ian approached, offering a polite greeting. How have you been? Saline looked up, surprised. Ian, she quickly stood her expression flustered. I am sorry about what happened back then. Ian shook his head lightly. Don't worry about it. It's in the past now. Relieved, Saline brightened up. So, does that mean we've made up? In that case, want to grab a meal together. It's been a while. Ian hesitated for a moment scratching the back of his head.

3:33:47Sure, but I wanted to ask you something first. Saline tilted her head, curious. Ask me what? Ian cleared his throat awkwardly. Would you be interested in joining me for the hunting festival? Saline blinked, confused. The hunting festival. Ian nodded, still a little embarrassed. Yeah, I'm planning to participate with Syria, but we're short on people. So I know you two don't exactly get along, but Saline paused for a second, clearly weighing her options. Then, with a confident smile, she nodded. All right, I'll go. Ian's eyes widened slightly. Really? Are you sure? Saline smiled brightly, a hint of pride in her voice, of course. No one fights alongside you as well as I do. It's only natural I'd be there. Ian couldn't help but grin, pleasantly surprised. She agreed way faster than I expected, with senior LC Syria, and now Saline all top tolerance from the Academy damage output definitely won't be an issue. Saline chimed in playfully, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

3:34:51But I'm still wondering, how did you even know its weak spot was the horns? Ian's expression stiff and slightly as he thought to himself. That letter, thanks to that, I figured out the monster's weakness. But that kind of information, our chances of winning are pretty solid. But his thoughts quickly turn more serious. The real problems gonna be teamwork, you love fighting, but your people skills are, while nonexistent. And with Syria and Saline, they can't stand each other. It's gonna be a mess. Ian exhaled quietly, running through possibilities in his head before making up his mind. First things first, they've gotta learn how to work together. Yes I'll have to run them through some safe training drills. A small, uncertain smile crept onto his face. Hopefully they won't actually try to kill each other in a real battle. Hoi Chagy PT. Sunlight streamed through the leaves. The sky was clear and blue, but the atmosphere between Syria and Saline was anything but. It was as cold as winter snowfall. Neither of them spoke a word.

3:35:52Across from them stood Ian and LC, both just as silent. Ian let out an awkward chuckle under his breath. Yikes, LC was the first to break the tense silence, though the scowl on her face made it clear she wasn't happy about it. Arms crossed, she snapped. This, this is supposed to be a team. You call this a team. While she was ranting, a finger tapped her shoulder. Suddenly, a hand holding an axe came up right in front of her face. Her expression turned pale in an instant. I, I'm sorry. I won't say anything else. She blurted out in a panic. Ian placed a hand under shoulder, leaning in close, his voice dead serious. You promise? Startled. LC nodded frantically. I promise. Ian straightened up, his face relaxing into its usual calm. He gently padded the top of her hat. Things are tense enough as it is. Don't go adding fuel to the fire. LC mumbled under her breath. Still how are we supposed to train like this?

3:36:53I mean it's not impossible. But meanwhile, Selene was watching the two of them with narrowed eyes. What exactly is she doing? She asked coldly. Surria refused to answer, staying silent. But Selene simply shrugged, her tone sharp. If you two are just going to stand there gossiping, why not reschedule training for another day? Hearing that, Ian snapped back to attention, his mood brightening. Oh right, we've actually got a special guest joining us today. LC looked at him skeptically. A low-ranking noble like you. Who do you know that special? Suddenly a loud explosion echoed across the clearing. Smoke and dust filled the air, cutting off all conversation. Seria and Selene's hands instinctively flew to the hills of their swords, ready for anything. The whole group stared into the swirling dust cloud in front of them, no one saying a word. LC broke the silence, shouting what the hell. A voice answered her from within the smoke. That must be you lot, huh? As the dust settled, a tall, imposing man stepped into view.

3:37:57It was none other than the legendary beast hunter, Durk. With a sharp gaze he looked the group over his tone calm but commanding. You're the ones aiming to become beast hunters, right? Ian, Seria and Selene all bowed respectfully. Ian greeted him politely. Yes, sir. We're counting on your guidance, Professor Durk. But LC, she pointed straight at the professor, puffing up with attitude. Ha, the legendary hunter raised a hand toward her. His voice completely disinterested. I'm not in the mood for before he could finish. Ian silently raised his axe, aiming it toward LC like a warning, realizing what was happening. LC immediately switched tones, smiling stiffly. But of course, I'll be participating. Professor Durk jabbed a thumb at himself, grinning broadly. Good. First up, I need to check everyone's level. For now treat me like I'm a monster. Your job is simple fine me, and land a decisive blow. LC immediately jumped in with arrogant confidence.

3:38:58Easy. Just you wait, you old gorilla. The words had barely left her mouth when Professor Durk vanished without a sound. Ian's eyes widened. Ha, where'd he go? The group quickly turned their attention to the nearby forest. Leaves drifted down from the treetops, rustling in the breeze. All four of them stood at the forest's edge, scanning their surroundings. Ian spoke first. Well, this is just a test. At the very least I thought he'd go easy on us, yet Durk had disappeared completely, playing the role of a monster, leaving no trace behind. Syria, keeping a close eye on the right side, responded with admiration. No wonder he's the professor, I couldn't sense him at all. Selene chimed in. But if we search carefully, we should find some clues. Ian turned to her, raising a hand with a grin. Spoken like a true member of a hunter family, Selene beamed at Ian's compliment, puffing up with pride as she added. Of course, spoiled high-ranking nobles like you wouldn't get it anyway.

3:39:59Hands on her hips, LC shot back with an annoyed glare. Excuse me? Even I understand that much. Syria turned her gaze towards Selene, as if she wanted to say something, but the words never came. It felt like someone was watching her. Selene spun around, raising an eyebrow at Syria. Oh, you look uncomfortable. What's the matter? Syria answered calmly, though her eyes betrayed frustration. I just think it's unfair. Everyone assumes I don't understand anything, just because I'm a pampered high-ranking noble. Before anyone could respond, Ian raised his hand, cutting them off. All right, that's enough. Everyone hold up. Be careful. He pointed toward the ground ahead. I found tracks. Let's move over there. In front of them, pressed into the grassy earth, was the clear imprint of a shoe. Selene's cheeks flushed as she looked at Ian with admiration, impressive, Ian. I bet it's because you've been hunting with me, right? Ian glanced down at her with a serious expression.

3:41:01Selene, it's time to focus. But Selene wasn't listening, rambling on with a cheerful smile. Remember the first time you asked to tag along with me, Syria cut in, eyes fixed straight ahead. I'm not here to mess around. Stay focused. Selene shot her a side-long glance. Her lips curling into a teasing smirk. What's wrong? Jealous you can't butt into our conversation. Syria frowned. Her voice sharp. Are you sure on the jealous one? So what if I'm with Ian? Seline shrugged, replying coolly. He only let you join because we needed numbers. But you're the one picking a fight. Syria's eyes narrowed. Her tone icy. Just for the numbers. If that's how you see me, you'd better change that attitude. Selene's irritation flared. Her voice rose as she snapped back. What's with the arrogant act from someone who never says a word? Run out of things to say already? Suddenly, a shoe appeared on a tree branch above their heads. A voice called out from overhead, hey you brats. Ian looked up, spotting Professor Dirk standing there casually, hand stuffed in his pockets,

3:42:05completely at ease. Monsters don't just run away, you know. Ian quickly processed those words. His eyes widened in alarm as he shouted, everyone scatter. Move. Professor Dirk casually stepped off the branch. Boom. The ground shook violently where they had just been standing. It was him Dirk had jumped down from the tree, landing with surprising force. Straightening up he spoke, his tone sharp and cold. Not only can you not conceal your movements, but you're also busy bickering among yourselves. He took a step forward, voice stern. With that kind of teamwork, I have nothing left to teach you. But right in front of him, a soft green glow shimmersed around Saline and Ian. Both of them were down on one knee. Weapons ready, completely focused. Professor Dirk shifted his gaze to the side, noticing Elsie standing a short distance away. Magical energy pulsed from the staff in her hands it was her support spell protecting the others. Dirk chuckled, impressed. Elsie casting support magic that fast.

3:43:06Not bad for a little mage like you. Elsie grinned proudly, pulling her staff back toward herself. The magical energy radiating from her flared up even stronger as she responded with full confidence, of course. On the best fourth year mage around, you old geezer. But in a flash, Dirk was right in front of her, grabbing the wrist holding her staff before she could react. So what? He challenged. The rest of your team isn't on your level. The moment those words left his mouth, he attacked. Elsie dove to the side to dodge, leaving behind the most important member of the fragile, squishy mage herself. Watching everything unfold, Ian cursed under his breath. Damn it, if we just kept our formation, we could have used our numbers to before he could finish the thought. His eyes landed on Syria, sword in hand, charging straight toward Dirk. Ian shouted in alarm, stop Syria, don't go. Dirk calmly watched Syria rush at him and amused smirk spreading across his face. So reckless, he remarked coolly. With a single effortless step back, he dodged Syria's sword swing completely.

3:44:10She missed. Dirk's voice stayed calm, even instructional. In situations like this, maybe you should talk to your teammates first. Work together. But by the time Syria realized something was wrong, it was too late. Dirk's palm came down hard on the back of her neck. She collapsed beside Elsie. Dirk turned his sharp gaze toward Ian. Now, what's the plan for you too? Ian didn't answer. Elsie's support spell was still active on him. He quickly assessed the situation Syria was clenching her teeth, trying to fight off the dizziness. She wasn't completely knocked out, but she was definitely dazed. Elsie was in no condition to fight. Ian made a decision and turned to the person next to him. Selene, go help Syria. She's the strongest one here. If we want to beat but Selene wasn't even looking at him. Her eyes were locked forward. Both hands gripping the hilt of her sword, her stance firm. No, she interrupted. Voice filled with stubborn determination. We can win without her.

3:45:10Ian stared at her in shock. You're serious. Even with things looking like this, Selene shut her eyes tight, yelling back. I can't stand it. I hate how you care about her so much. Ian barely had time to register those words when he felt a presence beside him. His eyes widened. A beat of sweat rolled down his cheek. A low, calm voice echoed beside him, laced with quiet menace. Let me remind you, monsters won't wait for you. Dirk appeared right in front of Ian. His eyes cold and deadly serious. Monsters won't. Wait. The sky was still clear. The wind still blew gently. Leaves drifted down around them like nothing had happened. Dirk surveyed the four of them, all collapsed around him. His arms were crossed. His coat draped casually over his shoulders, completely untouched after their so-called training session. He sighed in disappointment. Pathetic. No teamwork at all. His gaze shifted down to Selene. His expression sharpening as he called her full name.

3:46:13Selene haster. Selene struggled to push herself up with trembling hands, unable to speak. Her head hanging as Dirk continued. Why? Are you even part of this team? Ian gritted his teeth, leaning on his sword for support, glaring at Selene and frustration. Combat training is dangerous I thought, at the very least they'd work together. But instead, they're busy picking stupid fights. Ian furrowed his brow, determination flashing in his eyes. I have to fix this, somehow. Hoi Chachi-Pity the starry sky stretched over the academy grounds. Somewhere nearby, the sound of rushing water echoed as someone turned on a faucet. Selene, now completely calm, lowered her gaze toward the stream of water and softly muttered. Ian, her mind drifted to memories of their childhood how gentle and protective Ian used to be. She could still recall him patting her head with that warm smile, saying, it's okay, Selene. It's not your fault. Pushing open the bathroom door, she stepped outside, only to notice a folded piece of paper

3:47:15lying at her feet. Huh? She muttered, crouching down to pick it up. Unfolding the note, she recognized Ian's handwriting immediately. Meet me at the clearing in the eastern forest. I need to talk to you about something. Selene squatted there for a moment, her face filled with curiosity and uncertainty. What's this about? Is he going to scold me for what happened during training? Or maybe, maybe this is where he confesses to me. She made her way to the meeting spot, her eyes drawn to the dazzling night sky above, star sparkling like jewels. Her mood lifted, her cheeks flushed pink at the thought maybe this was some kind of date. When she arrived, she spotted someone standing ahead of her. Ian? What's going on? She called out. Ian stood there, still wearing his uniform, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His cold gaze met hers, and he greeted her with a single word, hey. The look on his face caught her completely off-guard. She hesitated, confused. W. What's with you?

3:48:16You said you had something to talk about, didn't you? Ian's eyes stayed locked on hers, unwavering. Tell me how long are you planning to keep fighting with Syria? Selene threw her arms out to her sides in frustration. What? I never started anything. That rude girl is the one making everything worse. But Ian cut in, his voice steady. Everyone saw it, Selene. You were the one who provoked her first. Selene froze for a moment, silent. But frustration quickly bubbled to the surface. Her brows furrowed as she glared at him fine. Yeah, I did it on purpose. She gets on my nerves. Ian's expression darkened, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he took a firm stance. That's enough of an excuse. Fight me. He continued, voice filled with finality. There's only one way to settle this, once and for all. Selene stared at Ian, confused. A duel? What are you even talking about? Without a word, Ian coldly tossed a black sword toward her.

3:49:16It landed at her feet with a dull thud. Pick it up, he ordered. His eyes widened as she hesitated. Wait a minute, that's a real sword, isn't it? Her expression still full of disbelief Ian's voice remained calm and unwavering. Exactly. You won't have any excuses this time if it's a real fight. Tension settled over her as she looked at him, weariness clear in her eyes. No, I mean, why do we have to fight each other at all? Ian stayed cool, completely unmoved by her confusion. Talking isn't going to solve anything. Let's let the winner decide. For a moment Selene looked like she'd completely lost her mind. But then, to Ian's surprise, she smiled sweetly almost too sweetly for the eerie silence of the forest. Maybe the wilderness was finally getting to her. Ian slowly drew the sword from his hip, his sharp features said in that ever-composed, CEO like expression of his, ready to fight. We've always settled things this way, haven't we? Selene's mind drifted back to their childhood the good old days when they were just innocent

3:50:19kids. She remembered Ian, grinning mischievously, teasing her relentlessly. If I win this race we make up, okay? He'd shouted, sprinting ahead as little Selene chased after him, huffing with frustration, fully aware there was no way she could beat him. Snapping back to the present, Selene narrowed her eyes. You really haven't changed much, have you? She stopped hesitating. Bending down, she grabbed the black sword from the ground, determination now etched across her face. Fine. This is probably better than being annoyed all the time. With one swift, practiced motion, she brought the sword to her hip, falling naturally into a perfect combat stance. There was no hesitation in her eyes now. She looked every bit the fearsome warrior every movement screamed that Ian was about to get wrecked. Ian eyed her, raising his own sword, blade pointed directly at her. How are we deciding the winner? When one of us surrenders, Ian replied, already in position confident. Well then before he could finish his sentence, Selene lunged forward with lightning speed,

3:51:22launching the first strike. Let's go. Ian's cool, composed expression evaporated in an instant, replaced by shock as he barely managed to react. What the hell? A spark of triumph flashed in Seline's eyes, completely overshadowing Ian's earlier confidence. His thoughts raced, fragmented by panic. What the hell? I know she's better with magic than me, but this, this is on a whole different level. Selene's attacks came fast and relentless, giving Ian barely any time to dodge. The rules had reversed he was the one flustered now, scrambling backward to avoid her strikes. Did you drink some magic Alexa or something? He exclaimed, utterly thrown off. But just as quickly as her fierce aura had taken over, Selene's expression softened into that deceptively innocent look of hers. She looked down at Ian, now practically laid out on the ground, stunned, as she spoke firmly. That ghost spirit inside you, it taught me something. Ian blinked, still trying to process what just happened as Selene continued.

3:52:24It taught me that sometimes, it's better to put everything you've got into a single strike. Slowly, Ian pushed himself off the ground, still shaken by the speed and power of her attack. At first I thought all that ghost spirit talk was nonsense. He admitted to himself, his thoughts bitter, but damn it it works. That stupid spirit again. Selene, looking flawless and composed, tightened her grip on the sword. Guess that things been teaching you some pretty useless lessons, she added. Her voice teasing but sharp. And with that, she launched a final, devastating strike toward Ian. The determined look in her eyes and the sheer speed of her attack made it clear she had taken that spirit's lesson to heart and poured everything she had into this one, crushing blow. Seeing the attack coming, Ian swiftly dodged to the side. But his mind was still racing with thoughts about what had just happened. Her strikes are getting stronger. If I take even one clean hit, I'm done for. But her movements are slowing down. The ground shook under the force of her last blow, chunks of dirt and rock scattering everywhere.

3:53:28Ian's eyes sharpened as he finally saw the opening he'd been waiting for. After every strike, she leaves herself exposed. Without hesitation, Ian launched his first counterattack, moving with speed that nearly matched Selene's. And she was still one step ahead. In a flash, she appeared right behind him. Her face twisted with determination, ready to land a decisive blow that left Ian no room to dodge. Startled, Ian turned. His expression, a mixture of shock and disbelief as Selene soared closed in on him. He couldn't block this with his bare hands but somehow, without anyone noticing, Ian suddenly produced an axe from. Who knows where? With a powerful swing, he slashed toward Selene. The unexpected move cutting her and drawing a thin line of blood. Landing back on the ground, Ian stared at her, still stunned. Damn it, how did you dodge that? Selene covered her wound with her hand, glaring at him. Everyone knows you always carry an axe, she snapped. Now, Ian stood with a sword in one hand, and the axe he'd seemingly pulled from thin

3:54:28air in the other. His face turned blank, thoughts racing. Looks like it's time to switch tactics. In a blink, Ian tossed the axe high into the air seemingly towards Selene. She shouted, rushing toward the spinning weapon. What you think grabbing that's gonna change anything? But as she got closer, she realized something was off. Wait, that's not the axe. The object spinning in the air like a pinwheel was Ian's sword, her eyes widened and disbelief. You've gotta be kidding me, when did you before she could finish? The axe was already back in Ian's hand. His eyes gleamed with sharp focus. The same electrifying energy Selene had displayed when she'd launched her first assault now reflected in him. The axe came down hard, smashing against Selene's sword, knocking it from her grip with a blinding flash of light. The force of the clash sent her tumbling backward, pain flashing across her face. Ian didn't miss a beat. With Selene distracted, he charged forward, staggering Selene reached for her fallen sword,

3:55:28still dazed by the sudden turn of events. But Ian's sword was already drawn, aimed directly at her. Too slow, he muttered under his breath. All aim for her arm, Ian thought to himself, his eyes narrowing. Minimal damage, but enough to stop her from attacking. Selene's face shifted, panic flashing in her eyes as she spun to face Ian, sword in hand. But Ian's blade was already dipping lower to low to strike her arm. Wait, if I keep going like this all his eyes flicked up, only to see Selene's face pure, innocent, almost disarmingly sweet. And in that instant, it wasn't her sword that would pierce him. It was her expression, a weapon in its own right, that struck right at his heart, before Ian could pull back, blood bloomed across the blade. But the blood wasn't hers. It was his. Selene's sword quivered, its tip buried in Ian's arm. Somehow, at the last second, Ian had stopped himself lowering his own blade, allowing her to strike him instead.

3:56:29His face twisted in pain, but there was also a deep, stubborn resolve beneath it. He clenched his teeth, bearing the injury, unwilling to let this battle end the wrong way. Selene sat on the ground, her freehand dangling weakly by her side. Her face blank was shock as she stared at Ian's blood dripping from the tip of her sword. He stopped my blade with his bare hand. A thin layer of tears welled up in her eyes as the realization sank in. If he had done that, I could have, her gaze slowly lifted toward Ian, the tough, stubborn look on her face melting away, replaced by the expression of an innocent vulnerable girl. Ian's hand trembled slightly as he gently placed it on her head, calling her name softly. Selene, a warm, forgiving smile curved his lips, so different from the cold sharp expression he usually wore. His hand stayed on her head, steady and comforting. I won, didn't I? Ian's eyes widened, glistening with unsteers as she looked at him, her heart stirring at the gentle warmth in his voice.

3:57:30Their swords lay side by side on the ground, forgotten for now. Ian looked at her with calm determination, his voice steady. I want you to butt before you could finish Selene blurted out in a panic, more importantly you need medical attention first. Ian's gentle smile remained as he met her eyes, his expression nothing like the stern, a loof one from earlier. I want you to apologize to Syria, and give you all at the festival. Tears streamed down Selene's cheeks as Ian continued to pat her head. She sobbed softly, protesting, that's what you want. Out of all the things you could have asked for, before she could finish, Ian's body suddenly slumped to the ground, unconscious. Ian? Ian? She cried out in panic, shaking him. When Ian woke up, he found himself lying on an unfamiliar bed. Some sunlight poured in through the open window beside him. A familiar voice called out, so you're finally awake, huh? Ian groaned slightly from the soreness, sitting up with some effort, still a bit dazed. Huh? I've been here all night.

3:58:31Selene stood by his bedside, stretching like she'd just woken up from a good nap. That's right. Luckily, your injuries weren't too bad. Ian nodded, rubbing his arm. Yeah, it doesn't hurt that much. But before they could exchange another word, both of them noticed a familiar silhouette standing behind Selene. Their eyes widened and surprised as they both called out, Syria? Ian furrowed his brows. Why are you here? Syria walked into the room, approaching Ian's bedside. The professor told me you were seriously injured, she replied calmly. The moment Selene saw Syria, her cheerful expression soured, her lips pressing into a thin line. Then, in an almost comedic switch, she sprang to her feet, suddenly full of nervous energy. Standing in front of Syria, she lowered her gaze, biting her lip. I, I'm sorry, Selene, blurted out, bowing her head. For always starting fights with you. I won't do it anymore. Behind them, Ian silently observed, nodding to himself.

3:59:33Nicely done, Selene. But don't complain if she doesn't forgive you, that parts up to her. Syria's expression remained neutral as she answered in a matter of fact tone, catching Selene completely off guard. I don't really care anymore. Selene's body tensed, her eyes darting away awkwardly. Really? Syria's face softened ever so slightly, her cheeks flushing faintly as she looked away, speaking in a quieter, more vulnerable voice. Yeah, that's just how things are here. For the first time, Syria's guarded expression cracked as she looked at Selene, her blush deepening. And I have my own faults too. So I accept your apology. Hearing that, Selene's face instantly brightened. Syria continued. From now on, let's get along, okay? A wide, cheerful smile spread across Selene's face as she excitedly grabbed Syria's hand. Deal. Let's make peace. Syria was caught off guard by the sudden handshake but still nodded in agreement. Ah, yeah. Watching the two girls shaking hands in front of him, Ian finally let out a sigh of relief.

4:00:38Things turned out better than I expected. If it stays like this, nothing will stand in our way at the hunting festival. His eyes softened as a confident smile crept onto his face. Our team's full of talented members, but we've had our fair share of tension. Now, those problems are behind us. Ian's expression grew steady with quiet determination. The only thing left is perfecting how we work together. The saintess suddenly entered the room, catching everyone off guard. The gentle, cheerful tone, she asked, you look much better now, don't you? But in the blink of an eye, her voice dropped a few notes, and a calm yet terrifying smile appeared on her face. Could you two leave the room? I need to heal Ian. The moment Ian heard that voice, a shiver ran down his spine. What the why do I suddenly feel so cold? Selene stayed quiet for a moment, looking at the saintess, then lowered her head respectfully. He's very important to me. Please take good care of him. The saintess gave her a knowing smile.

4:01:38Of course I understand. But right after that, her voice sharpened ever so slightly. However, if he's that important to you, you should have made sure he didn't get heard in the first place. Selene froze for a second, speechless. I understand. As soon as Selene walked out the door, the saintess turned to Syria, motioning for her to leave as well. You should step outside too. The hesitated, awkwardly lingering in place. Is there a problem? The saintess asked, smiling sweetly but with words that carried no warmth. Syria fumbled for a response. Am, can't I stay here? The saintess's smile didn't waver, but her words cut sharper than any blade. Why? Are you his fiancé or something? Syria's face instantly turned bright red as she stammered. W. Of course not. I'm not his fiancé. Is saintess pressed unrelentlessly? Her sweet smile unchanged. Then, are you his girlfriend? Cornered, Syria stumbled over her words, her whole face flushed.

4:02:40And no, it's not like that. The saintess's eyes lit up in satisfaction as she gently guided Syria out the door. In that case, please leave the room. Before Syria could even process what was happening, the door clicked shut behind her. Back inside the saintess turned serious. Ian hold out your hand. Ian obeyed but still protested weakly. You really didn't have to kick them all out, you know? The saintess gently took his injured arm, pouring healing energy into it. Ian flinched slightly at the warmth surging through him. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. You didn't injure yourself on purpose just to impress those girls' girls, did you? Before Ian could reply, she lifted his arm higher, tightening her grip, her voice dangerously low. You are not allowed to get hurt again. Ian's eyes widened at her unexpected aggressiveness. If you keep doing that, you'll be the one hurting me. The saintess ignored his protests, her expression darkening with concern. You've been pushing your body too far.

4:03:41If you keep this up, the next injury will leave permanent damage. Ian stiffened at her words, a chill running down his back. W. Seriously? I'll be more careful. The room fell silent for a moment before the saintess finally broke the tension with a calm sincere voice. This is my advice to you as a saintess. She met Ian's eyes with a steady gaze. If you're planning to participate in a hunting festival, I think you should reconsider. Her eyes softened, but her words were firm. Your body is already at its limit, Ian. Ian hesitated, conflicted. Even if she says that, I can't just back down now. Sensing his silence, the saintess stood up, her expression unwavering. Promise me okay? Ian looked up at her, staying quiet for a moment before finally nodding. Alright, suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached, and a familiar voice cut through the room. Pooa, what's going on? Things look tense in here. You're in, a third year student and the saintess's personal escort, strolled in with his usual

4:04:44easygoing grin. What happened while I was gone? Ian's expression relaxed as he greeted his friend. You're in, didn't you say you went to the holy nation? You're in approach the bed, hands casually in his pockets. Yup. Took care of some business over there. The saintess turned to him with a warm smile. Welcome back. Did you retrieve both of the items safely? You're in reached into his pocket and replied. Of course. Sorry it took so long. That old man was stubborn as hell, so he trailed off as he pulled out a small box containing a crimson crystal. This is the blood crystal. Ian, still sitting on the bed, couldn't hide his curiosity. A blood crystal? You're in lifted the crystal for everyone to see. That's right. This is one of the sacred relics granted to the saintess. You can only find this in the holy nation. He explained its power to Ian. With this, the saintess's healing abilities are massively enhanced. As long as someone isn't dead yet, they can be saved.

4:05:45You're in brought the crystal closer to Ian, letting him get a good look. Ian stared, unable to believe it. Even if they're on the brink of death, they can still be saved. You're in nodded without hesitation. Exactly. With this, even little mock could be saved. The saintess gently closed the box, her expression turning serious. But remember, this is an extremely valuable artifact. She held the box with both hands, treating it with deep reverence. That's why, unless there's a major emergency and the holy nation gives permission to use it. It stays here. The saintess followed up on Euron's words, her voice calm but firm. I want to save Ma too. But you need to understand, I can't decide that on my own. Ian's eyes lingered on the box as he nodded. Understood. The saintess placed a hand over her chest and politely excused herself. We'll be taking our leave now. But just before she stepped out, she reminded him one last time, Ian, don't forget your promise.

4:06:46Watching the two of them disappear out the door, Ian let out a heavy sigh, mumbling to himself. If I had a choice, I wouldn't be going anywhere near this. He touched his injured arm, lost in thought. There are way too many red flags showing up all at once. Ian recalled Syria's determined expression. I promised Syria were going to win this. His mind flashed a little ma, lying weak and pale in the infirmary. Besides, if we can take down a high-level magical beast, its materials could help heal Ma. If I ignore that warning, we're all in serious trouble. Ian lowered his head, guilt weighing on him. I'm sorry, saintess. He clenched the bandage on his arm tightly. I'll do everything I can not to get hurt. Days passed in a blur of intense training. Ian worked relentlessly to strengthen his injured arm. The entire group trained like maniacs, the atmosphere growing more focused and determined with each passing day. Finally the day arrived. Ian gathered at the Academy's open field.

4:07:46The area buzzed with excitement and nerves. People rushed around making final preparations. Ian stood silently, hands in his pockets, observing the scene. He turned to his teammates and spoke calmly, let's go. As they moved forward they spotted a group laughing and chatting together. Else he couldn't hold her tongue, scoffing loudly. Oh wow, look at this pathetic bunch finally acting like a team. We crossed her arms, her irritation plain as day. At the very least, try not to drag us down with you. Ian turned to encourage everyone, his voice steady and full of conviction. We've all been giving it everything we've got like our lives depend on it, right? Else he nodded in agreement, though her tone still carried her usual snark. Yeah, but the basics will always be the basics. The real battle that's a whole different story. As they walked, Ian chuckled lightly, replying, you're right. But now at least we've learned how to function as a team, so before he could finish, a dagger came flying through the air, cutting straight toward them.

4:08:49Ian reacted in an instant, drawing his axe and deflecting the blade with ease. Behind the flying dagger, a familiar group approached, their presence impossible to ignore. Leading them was delphine, wearing her usual sly, a mused smile. One time no see, she greeted with a voice that dripped with mockery. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she called out, Prince of the axe. Ian clenched his jaw, glaring at her. Seriously. That could have been dangerous. But delphine only shrugged playfully, utterly unfazed. Oh, come now, aren't you overreacting? She tilted her head with foes innocence. You dodged it just fine, didn't you? Step by step she closed the distance between them, casually reaching out a hand as if offering peace. Relax, I only came to say hello. But then her expression shifted. Her voice dropped, laced with malice as her gaze settled on her sister. Syria, I need a word with you. Syria flinched at the sound of her name, caught off guard.

4:09:50Hacha? Delphine's sinister smile deepened. Her words pressed down like an invisible hand tightening around Syria's throat. Just give up and step aside. Her every word landed like a crushing weight on Syria's shoulders. Just like you always do. In that moment, an old memory surfaced in Syria's mind a letter, the very first one she ever received. The words burned in her thoughts from the bottom of my heart. I am grateful to the head instructor. Since that day, our relationship has only grown stronger. More than that, it was the first time I won the hunting festival. I remember wondering what would happen when I faced that beast. But thanks to him I survived. And now, I still question how he knew the creature's weakness was its horn. Ian was visibly taken aback by her words. Telling her to give up, that's insane. His eyes flicked toward Syria, who stood frozen in place, clearly shaken by what she just heard. His expression darkened with irritation. Even if she is next in line to inherit the family name, this is ridiculous.

4:10:52Just as Syria trembled, unsure what to do, someone stepped in front of her. Elsie, her teeth clenched in anger, shouted, are you crazy? We're winning the hunting festival this year, so butt out. Her small frame was practically brimming with rage. Who the hell do you think you are? But Delphine remained perfectly calm, unbothered by the outburst. Him? I'm just talking to my little sister. Hearing that Elsie nearly lost it, she raised a fist, her voice booming across the clearing. Use your damn brain, would you? Hearing her to quit is basically telling all of us to quit. Ian, standing nearby, winsed and quickly stepped in, grabbing Elsie by the shoulders. Who? Take it easy, Elsie. Just look away for a second. All right? I was about to say something. But thanks to you losing your cool, I've already calmed down. But Elsie wasn't listening, still glaring at Delphine. You outsiders can you not stick your nose in our business? Delphine's expression remained unchanged.

4:11:53Her tone is casual as ever. I'm just having a conversation with Syria. Suddenly old memories flooded Syria's mind the voice of Delphine, cold and sharp, echoed in sight or head. Remember you'll never defeat me. Her voice darkened, laced with malice. And if you can't prove yourself useful, expect the same fate as our dear mother. The haunting image of their mother's face flashed in Syria's mind, accompanied by the ever-present threat of her sister. Don't even think about standing against me. But then Syria. The sound of Ian's voice snapped her back to reality. She looked up, startled, to find Ian standing beside her, offering a warm, reassuring smile. You're not that timid little girl who could only stand there and watch anymore. Seeing her still shake in face, Ian softened his tone. Don't be scared. This is exactly why you signed up for this competition, remember? His words seem to anchor her. The trembling in her hands ceased. Her fingers slowly curling into fists. A determined light burned in her eyes as she locked her gaze on her sister.

4:12:56I'm sorry sister. Her voice was steady now, her eyes unwavering. But this time I'm not backing down. Delphine didn't even flinch. She smirked, clearly entertained. Oh, well I'm glad to hear that. A wild, unsettling grin stretched across her face. Her eyes glittering with madness. It's been far too long since I had a proper rival within the family. Her tone was dripping with amusement, but her eyes betrayed her hunger for conflict. It'll be boring if this ends too quickly, so by all means keep struggling. With that she turned to leave her cold demeanor returning. But then senior Delphine. Delphine's expression instantly softened into a bright, cheery smile as she turned back around. Ian casually tossed a dagger in her direction. You forgot this. Before Delphine could even react, Olma appeared out of nowhere, blocking the dagger with his axe. The weapon ricocheted back toward Ian, who easily caught it mid-air. His face cold Ian asked, you're not going to take it back.

4:13:57Delphine simply smiled, completely unfazed. Consider it a reward, for blocking my little sneak attack. Ian looked down at the dagger, deep and thought. What exactly am I supposed to do with this thing? After a moment of hesitation he slipped the dagger into his coat pocket. All right I'll hold on to it for now. Olma approached, grinning as he spoke. Pretty good with that axe of yours, looks like the prince of the axe nicknamed suits you. Ian hesitated for a moment before asking the man in front of him, you are. But before the guy could answer, else he cut in confidently. That's Olma the axe of blade, a pretty well known mercenarium on the fourth year students. She crossed her arms, iron Ian teasingly. Looks like since you both use axes you've caught his attention. Omar casually raised his twin axes and spun them around with ease. Show me what you've got with that axe of yours. Without waiting for Ian's response, Olma demonstrated a few flashy basic moves clearly showing off. Ian stared at him like he was watching a street performer deep and thought, what's this

4:14:58guy's deal? Should I just knock that axe out of his hands? Just as Olma continued his little performance, Ian casually pulled an axe from his coat, swung his arm, and sent Olma's weapon flying. Omar froze, completely caught off guard. What the? Staggering back a few steps, he barely kept his footing, forcing out a chuckle. You've got some guts, suddenly swinging like that. Ian calmly lifted his axe and replied, just wanted to show off a little too. At that moment Syria arrived, pointing at Ian, her voice sharp with frustration. Hey, why did you suddenly take a detour like that? Omar furrowed his brows but tried to explain, Syria, I just wanted to show him a little of my skills. Delphine approached, her voice calm and almost amused. It's time. Omar shrugged in defeat. Alright alright. But before leaving, he grinned at Ian. If you're ever interested in joining the circus come find us. Ian froze completely thrown off.

4:15:58Huh? The circus? With that Omar walked off with his group. Delphine, turning as she left, called back playfully, see you soon in the forest. Chris, Prince of the Axe, Celine walked up beside Ian, glancing at the departing group with suspicion. What were they doing here? Trying to provoke us or what? Ian frowned, watching the group disappear into the distance. As if I know, who knows what's going on in her head? The scene shifted to the central training ground. The organizers voice echoed from the loudspeakers. Before the competition begins, we'll go over the rules one more time. Ian perked up, listening closely. Like everyone knew, the rules for the hunting festival were simple. The speaker continued in a steady tone. Each team will have a set time to capture magical beasts. Rankings will be based on the strength and rarity of the captured creatures. Ian and his teammates focused their attention on the forest ahead, each lost in their own thoughts. When the signal to start echoed out, Ian clenched his fists.

4:16:59If I can catch that horned beast, I'll finally be free of those annoying letters. His eyes narrowed, his expression turning ice cold. Just you wait, I'll take you down. With burning determination in his eyes, Ian and his group entered the forest. Everyone remained alert, eyes scanning every direction. Elsie clearly irritated, crossed her arms. We need to catch something fast. Or we can kiss that championship goodbye. Her face twisted with frustration. We've been wandering around here and haven't found anything. Selene reflected on their situation. You're right, all we've found are a few weak magical beasts. She turned to Ian. So, what's the plan? We need to catch something big before we get eliminated. Ian sighed, clearly just as frustrated. I know he cursed silently. Damn it, why didn't that letter say anything about where that monster is? As they were about to move on, Serious suddenly stopped them. Everyone wait. The group turned back toward her, confused expressions all around. Serious voice dropped, steady and serious.

4:18:01He's not right. Her eyes narrowed, sharp as ice. I can't sense any presence around here. Following serious words, Selene glanced around, now more alert. Now that you mention it, this forest is way too quiet. Ian's expression tends to immediately. This feels exactly like the last time we ran into a high level magical beast, all the animals vanished. Elsie still cheerful and oblivious to the mood, skipped a few steps ahead. Finally, all our hard work is paying off. But suddenly, her expression shifted as she pointed in a specific direction. I can sense a dense magical aura over there. Her playful face darkened. No doubt about it, whatever's over there has to be at least a high-ranking magical beast. Ian's eyes turned cold as he followed the direction she pointed. If even Elsie's saying that, there's no mistake. His voice dropped in octave, steady and dangerous. It's the horned beast. The whole group instantly tightened formation, backs toward each other, their expressions tense and focused.

4:19:03Everyone's stay sharp. Ian commanded. Cauchessly the four of them advanced deeper into the woods. Suddenly their steps halted all at once. Scattered before them lay piles of dead animals, blood splattered everywhere. The scene was brutal, like a massacre. Ian carefully scanned the area. Is that? But before he could finish, Surya's voice cut in. It's not just regular animals, she pointed out in disbelief. There are magical beasts in that pile too. Her voice wavered. What the hell happened here? The group spread out, cautiously circling to investigate. Ian's mind raced. Was this the work of a high-level beast? Or did Omar's group do this? Suddenly they all froze and instinctively looked upward. Their eyes locked onto something. Ian's brows furrowed, lost and thought. That creature, as the realization hit him, his stomach turned. I thought it tortured its prey to show off its strength. They ducked behind the thick brush, peering through the gaps.

4:20:04Ahead of them, two magical beasts were locked in a ferocious battle. Ian's mind spun. I didn't expect even its parents to be this brutal. But before they could analyze the situation any further, the horned wolf-like creature seemed to catch the scent of humans nearby. Its sharp things beared in a menacing snarl as it charged toward them like a black blur of death. Ian's heart skipped a beat. He shouted at the top of his lungs, everyone, get ready. The horned wolf leapt into the air, stepping on the head of the bear it had been fighting. Then shot toward the group like a mad beast. Ian quickly tried to calm the team, raising his sword in front of him, ready to engage. Everyone stick to what we practiced. Elsie's support us with magic. Got it, on it now. Elsie responded, raising her wand and casting a protective spell. First, stay sharp and observe its movements. Selene calmly analyzed the situation. No fallen trees, no signs of crashing, its movement is extremely agile.

4:21:04Ian gritted his teeth, determined. Then we'll fight it somewhere open. Magical barriers shimmered around them as Elsie's support spells surged forward. The whole team charged ahead. Boost the shields. Elsie shouted, and the shields instantly surrounded them in glowing energy. Ian glanced over. Senior its weak spot is the horn. Elsie hesitated, how do you know that? Just trust me, Ian affirmed. Syria, without wasting a second, targeted the sharp horn protruding from the creature's head and swung her sword fiercely. The beast sensed the attack and instantly reared up on its hind legs, towering over them like a mountain. Are you kidding me? How is this thing so massive? Ian exclaimed in shock. The beast roared in fury, its claws swiping down toward Syria. She instinctively ducked to dodge her mind racing. Okay, just stay calm and keep going like this, before she could plan her next move, its giant paw came crashing down again, faster than expected. Don't hesitate move.

4:22:04Selene's voice rang out. Syria snapped out of it, quickly rolling aside and charging toward the beast, sweat dripping down her tense face. What the hell is this thing? Her attack sliced through the air, but the beast easily dodged. No way. They exclaimed in disbelief. As Syria's sword pierced the beast's side, its neck suddenly stretched over a meter long, lunging towards Selene at the rear. Ian's face twisted with realization. Damn it, that's how it moves so freely through the forest. He swung his sword and shouted Selene dodge now. But Selene was already prepared. She thrust her sword toward the beast's open mouth. The blade was knocked away, but Syria caught it midair. Just then the beast's front leg suddenly expanded, lashing out toward them. Selene and Syria retreated, keeping a safe distance. What the hell is this thing? Fatigue began to set in. I can't track its attacks. Selene admitted, breathing hard. It's nearly impossible to keep its attention.

4:23:05Syria looked worried. What do we do now? Sticking to our training won't cut it. Ian cursed under his breath. Yeah, I can't think of anything better either. We'll have to bet everything on Elsie's magic. His eyes suddenly blazed with determination. We won't attack directly. Instead we'll draw its attention as much as possible. The beast charged, unleashing magical blast toward them. Ian reacted instantly, shoving Selene aside to protect her. The blast shook the entire forest, splintering trees into pieces. Ian was sent flying, crashing hard into a tree. Are you okay? The group called out in concern. Ian gritted his teeth, struggling to push himself up with his sword. It's reckless attack, just like its offspring. Watch out it's coming again. Selene quickly moved back into position. I'll cast the shield again. Elsie called out. Ian's eyes lit up with fierce resolve. Good, let's hit it with everything we've got. The beast came at the materifying speed.

4:24:06Selene charged toward its head while Syria slipped toward its underside, slicing at its belly. The beast reacted just in time, swatting Selene away. She slammed into a tree with a painful cry. Syria shouted Selene. Elsie quickly signaled the spells ready. Hold it down. Ian and Syria immediately sensed the beast shifting its focus toward Elsie, ready to strike. Syria dashed forward without hesitation, calling out Ian, cover me. Her sword swung through the air, clashing hard against the creature's claws. Ian seized the opening, lunging straight for its mouth. A deafening crash echoed as the strike connected, shaking the ground beneath them. Ian quickly shouted, aim for the horn. Elsie responded without hesitation. On it. A massive magic circle materialized beneath her. Energy surging outward and distorting the very air around them. The force of the magic blurred their vision, and sent ripples through space itself. Ian couldn't help but marvel. I heard that fifth-tier magic circles like this don't even appear in the academy.

4:25:09She's seriously insane. With this kind of attack, nothing should be able to withstand it. His eyes darted back to the beast. His grip tightening on his sword only to find the creature standing there. Completely unfazed, even after taking the full brunt of Elsie's spell. Ian's face paled in disbelief. What the hell? Damn it. Elsie's voice shook as she explained. It has lightning resistance. Ian's heart sank. He could only watch as the monster bear its fangs and roared in defiance. No way. The letter didn't say anything about this. Lightning resistance. But Elsie isn't proficient with any other elemental magic. Even as his mind raced, Ian was forced to dodge another ferocious strike from the creature. I need to stall for time. Figure something else out. His eyes locked onto the gap between the creature's body and its horn. His mind clicked. He shouted toward Elsie cast the spell again. She hesitated, panic rising. Didn't you hear me? It's resistant to lightning. Her voice wavered as she glanced beyond Ian toward the beast looming behind him.

4:26:12No matter how many times we hit it, it's useless Ian cut her off. Voice sharp and urgent. We don't have time. His eyes widened as he realized the beast was charging up its own attack, a sickening feeling washed over him. If it resists lightning, then of course it can wield lightning magic too. A massive sphere of concentrated magical energy began to form within the creature's jaws, crackling with electricity. The glow was so blinding. It looked as if it could tear through space itself. Ian froze, his body paralyzed as the monstrous light grew brighter. The memory ended as the worn ivory-colored letter closed gently. Its elegant border framing the final words written in neat. Precise script every time I asked, you would only smile and say you had your own way. To this day, that remains a mystery. Even after we somehow defeated that creature, even after we were ambushed, somehow, we ended up with the spoils from its corpse. And now I find myself. Oddly grateful for that attack.