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บท 33: Chapter 33

After Rimmer declared that they would be sparring in a month, the children added fresh fuel to their training by imagining their future opponents.

In order to do themselves justice, no matter who their opponent was, they kept polishing their swordsmanship and cultivating their auras.

However, there were also exceptions—ones that weren't any different from usual.

Raon and Martha, the two whose opponents had already been decided, didn't change their attitudes at all.

Raon did everything in his power to train, all while Martha remained laid back, as expected of the strongest trainee.

As such, the month passed quickly, and everyone was doing their best. Finally, the sun rose on the day of the sparring matches.

Since it was an opportunity to prove the might that they had been cultivating for almost a year, and to improve their score with the instructors, the trainees were filled with excitement and nervousness.

Martha, on the other hand, was smiling as she looked to the side—as if she didn't care about anything that was going on.

'I can finally get payback.'

She grabbed the forearm that had been struck when Raon countered her eight months before.

'That was the first time.'

She'd never been hit by someone near her age before, even when she lived on the backstreets—before she joined the Zieghart family. It was the first humiliation she'd received in her life, so she was unable to forget about it.

She'd been waiting for an opportunity to repay that debt, and eight months later that day had finally arrived.

'It's going to end today.'

Unlike Raon Zieghart, who'd acquired aura only a month ago, she'd already had one for three years. There was no actual point in sparring.

It could look cowardly, but it was a waste of time to wait for him forever when he is simply talentless.

'I have something I need to do.'

Unlike Raon, she couldn't afford to be blocked by such a thin wall. She needed to become stronger as fast as possible because she had someone to save.

 

Whoosh!

 

Martha closed her mouth firmly, clutching the yellow aura emanating from the palm of her hand.

 

***

 

Sitting on the right side of the temporary arena, Raon was sitting down checking his status window.

 

Status Window

Name: Raon Zieghart.

Title: First Victory.

State: Curse of Frost (Six Strands), Decline in Athletic Abilities, Decline in Mana Affinity

Trait: Wrath, Ring of Fire (Three-Stars), Water Resistance (Three-Stars), Perception of the Snow Flower (One-Star), Ten Thousand Flame Cultivation (Two-Stars), Coldness of the Frost (Two-Stars), Fire Resistance (Two-Stars)

Strength: 35

Agility: 36

Stamina: 35

Energy: 26

Perception: 50

 

Not only had his number of traits increased a lot, but his stats had also drastically increased thanks to overcoming his limits during training.

'Pretty good.'

Raon smiled in satisfaction at the sight of the numbers on his status window, which were clearly different from before. 

"Attention, everyone!"

As he closed the status window, he could hear Rimmer speaking. After checking every corner of the arena, Rimmer nodded.

"Watching others fight is just as helpful as actually participating. Try planning your movements for your own spars while watching the other trainees' fights."

"Yes!"

"Now then. First up is Burren Zieghart and Dorian."

"Yes!"

"Huff!"

Burren stood up confidently and went to the arena. Dorian, on the other hand, trembled as he crab walked forward.

"Ex-excuse me, instructor?

"What's wrong?"

"I give up!"

Dorian raised his hand energetically and announced his resignation.

"…"

Everyone shut their mouths as they heard his desperate voice. They looked like they were wondering what kind of guy he was.

"You didn't even try, though?"

Rimmer scratched his chin in panic.

"My… My body doesn't feel good. I've been feeling cold and aching everywhere since yesterday. Cough!"

Dorian shuddered, lips trembling as he coughed awkwardly.

"Really, it's true."

Taking out an ice pack from his belly pocket, he put it on his head. He really was prepared for everything.

How pathetic. If the King of Essence's underling did such a thing, his head would've been sent flying!

'Although, that's to be expected.'

Raon already knew Dorian was going to act like that. It was pretty obvious, considering his usual personality.

"Dorian, at least try fighting. You will be able to learn something even if you lose. I'll stop it before you get hurt, so don't worry."

"Th-then if you can change my opponent… huff!"

When Dorian raised his head, he met Burren's eyes and started trembling again.

"No matter what your status was before, you are now a Zieghart trainee. If you dishonor Zieghart, I will cut your throat right here."

Burren's voice was so brutal that it was difficult to believe he was a child.

"Huff!"

Dorian's jaw dropped and he hid behind Rimmer.

"Dorian, it's just a spar. Stop thinking that it's scary. Look at it as showing what you've done so far."

"Al-alright."

Dorian's shivering subsided a little thanks to Rimmer's reassuring voice.

"Burren, you should stop being so serious, too. Honor is great, but there are many other things in the world that are more important."

"..."

Burren didn't respond, but he seemed to realize he'd gone too far as he softened.

"Hmm…"

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched Rimmer, who was smiling between Burren and Dorian.

'That worked.'

His advice actually worked for both sides. It was proof that he'd been properly watching the trainees, despite looking like he'd been playing around all the time.

'Is that what a teacher is like?'

If something like this had happened in his previous life, when he was raised as an assassin, the instructor would've cut both of their throats.

Calming them down and helping them properly display their skills seemed like something a real teacher would do.

"Then, prepare yourselves."

With all problems solved thanks to Rimmer, Burren and Dorian faced each other.

"Begin!"

As soon as the signal to start was given, Burren ran towards Dorian and swung his sword.

Since he was using aura, his speed was incomparable to the previous duel.

"Hiee!"

Dorian screamed and twisted his body. Thanks to that, Burren's sword missed him by a hair.

"Stop running away!"

Burren frowned and swung his sword again, keeping Dorian busy moving his feet and flailing his training sword.

"Argh!"

Even though Burren swung his sword more than five times, Dorian kept running away.

"How long are you going to run?!"

Burren kicked the ground while knitting his brows. He closed the distance in an instant, using his real ability. He'd been hiding it

"Uah!"

Dorian tried to quickly move his body away, but it was too late. Burren's training sword already touched his waist.

 

Smack!

 

With a powerful noise, Dorian's body was sent flying to the right.

"Awwh! Su-surrender!"

Dorian grabbed his wrist and shouted, writhing in pain.

'His body is as flexible as always.'

Raon snickered, watching Dorian lying on the ground. His talent wasn't bad since the speed of his feet and aura control didn't lose to a member of the direct line.

Although, it was obviously far from being enough to face Burren.

"Burren, you still can't control your emotions. If you fought him as you should've, your sword would've touched him in less than five strikes."

"…You're right."

Burren nodded silently, stepping back.

"Dorian, why do you keep running? You can do it, I'm telling you. If you faced him instead of running away, you could've lasted longer."

"I-I'm sorry. But I'm sc-scared…"

"You might be scared, but if you can't get over it now, you won't remain standing during a real battle. You must overcome that fear if you want to become a swordsman."

Unlike Burren, Dorian was preached at for a while before returning to his place.

"Next, Runaan and Krein."

"Yes."

"Yes!"

Runaan and the collateral Krein walked into the arena.

Krein was the son of a rather influential collateral and was one of Burren's underlings that had picked a fight with Raon before. His abilities were pretty decent, but he was no match for Runaan.

"Begin."

As soon as Rimmer lowered his hand, Runaan and Krein ran towards each other.

"Haa!"

Krein attacked first. Gritting his teeth, he swung his training sword horizontally.

"..." 

While maintaining her usual expression, Runaan swung her sword, which was exuding a white coldness, upward.

 

Clang!

 

With the sound of a lump of metal being crushed, Krein's sword flew away and thrust into the arena's hardened ground.

Despite swinging her sword late, Runaan had successfully parried the attack.

"Kuh…"

Krein stepped back with trembling hands.

"Stop."

Rimmer walked into the arena while scratching his chin.

"Krein, you are too nervous. You are putting too much force on your wrist and hand. You should be more relaxed upon wielding a sword."

"I… I'm sorry."

"And Runaan. It was a nice use of the principle of attacking first despite starting late, but your aura didn't reach the tip of your sword."

"Okay."

Runaan nodded innocently.

"Good job. Next…"

 

* * *

 

The spars continued until sunset, and only two people remained.

"Raon Zieghart, Martha Zieghart. Come forth."

"I thought I was going to die of old age while waiting."

Martha's black eyes glittered in excitement. On the other hand, Raon stayed placid as he stood in front of her.

"Eight months was such a long time to wait. Let's get this over with."

"Shall we make another bet?"

Raon raised a finger towards Martha, who was displaying her aggression.

"What?"

"The loser will obey the winner, who will become the top trainee. How about it?"

"Obedience? I don't need the obedience of a dull guy like you, but whatever."

Martha narrowed her eyes and nodded. She didn't even consider the thought that she might lose.

"This is the last spar for today. Everyone, watch well. Now then…"

With an obscure smile, Rimmer raised his hand.

"Begin!"

As soon as Rimmer lowered his hand, Martha kicked off from the ground. With a thud, her face was already right in front of Raon's.

 

Whoosh!

 

He swung his sword at Martha's training sword, slamming down.

 

Clang!

 

The impact of two swords clashing scattered sparks in the air.

"Are you wondering why I didn't use my aura?"

Martha smiled, pushing her sword towards him.

"Let's try fighting with swordsmanship first. After that, I'll make you understand just how powerful an aura is!"

The moment her voice reached past his ears, her swordsmanship changed rapidly. It wasn't just the speed and strength, but its path also grew mysterious.

 

Clang!

 

Raon narrowed his eyes while parrying her training sword.

'It's a swordsmanship I'm not aware of.'

It was fast, powerful, and mysterious. It seemed to be an advanced swordsmanship she'd learned during the direct line training.

'It's powerful. However…'

It wasn't perfect. It would've been better if she used the 'Combination' Sword that everyone had learned.

 

Clang! Claaang!

 

Raon blocked Martha's strikes by using the five postures of the 'Combination Sword'.

"Did you block all of that?"

Martha's expression grew dejected. She couldn't pierce his defense despite striking dozens of times while using an unknown swordsmanship.

"Every swordsmanship starts from five forms. If you understand that, it's not difficult to block."

Parrying Martha's swing, Raon approached her and thrust his fist.

 

Whoosh!

 

She stepped to the right and avoided it. Aiming for an opening, she swung her sword at his waist.

 

Clank!

 

Raon parried the attack by holding the sword vertically, then pushed towards Martha.

"I knew it."

Martha stepped back while spinning her sword.

"You are talented, I'll give you that. But that's only your swordsmanship. It's already been decided what a defective warrior with a weak aura will become!"

A yellow aura surrounded her. The training ground shook slightly at the aura of earth attribute.

 

Thud!

 

Martha stomped her feet. As the ground caved in, her training sword pierced through the air.

"Huff!"

He held his sword towards the yellow aura pouring down on him.

 

Slam!

 

Blocking the sword made his legs tremble. Despite it being the same dash as before, the speed and power were both on a different scale.

"Oh, did you block it?"

Martha's eyes, seen through the gap between the swords, narrowed.

"Do you understand now? Just how strong a sword used with proper aura is."

Raon's wrist and thigh were trembling. Martha raised her chin and watched him.

"Aura is more dependent on talent than swordsmanship. With your talent, which managed to create an aura as small as a bean after seven months, you can't become a swordsman."

Martha's strikes gradually grew faster and stronger. His whole body faltered each time he blocked the blows.

"The aura I'm using right now isn't my full power. I'll give you one last chance, surrender now. If not, I'll crush your bones."

"You talk too much."

Raon slammed his sword to the right. With a bang, Martha was pushed back.

"You are so stupid for refusing my last consideration."

Martha's voice grew as cold as the northern wind.

"Saying talent, talent every time. People in this household really love talent so much. It's annoying."

Raon snickered.

'Talent is important, of course.'

However, the temperament of a warrior was more important than talent. No matter how powerful a martial art one has learned, or how talented they are, it is useless if the person in question is weak.

"You might think I'm noisy because you are talentless, but I am happy whenever I hear about talent."

The corners of Martha's mouth raised.

"That's why I'm going to make sure to show you what real talent is!"

The brown energy emanating around her grew thicker. It resembled a sharply ground boulder falling.

"Then I'll show you the opposite."

That there's something more important than talent.

The twilight reflected in his eyes and one red flower of flame blossomed from his sharp blade.

The First Flame of the 'Ten Thousand Flame Cultivation'.

The flame was the first, and also the one.

Zieghart's legend was burning at the end of Raon's sword, the first in over a thousand years.

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บท 34: Chapter 34

Martha Zieghart was a very proud person.

The reason she failed during her previous term wasn't because she lacked ability, but because she almost killed the two direct line bastards that had hurt her pride.

Since it became annoying after that for various reasons, she had intended to take it easy in the fifth training ground. However, there was one guy that still irritated her.

Raon Zieghart.

That precocious kid kept being an eyesore.

She wanted to fight him already. However, she agreed with Rimmer that fighting him when he didn't even have an aura was dirty, so she held back.

That was why she was happier than anyone else when she heard Raon had acquired an aura, because she could finally get payback for her previous humiliation.

The spar began and she crossed swords with Raon.

His talent in swordsmanship shone even more in an actual fight, to a point that he could perfectly defend himself against a swordsmanship that he'd never seen before.

However, as soon as she started using Titan's aura, Raon got pushed back as easily as a paper doll.

It was to be expected.

The difference in size and purity of aura was as great as the distance between the sky and earth.

The whole situation was in Martha's favor, to the point that she could break Raon's bones whenever she wanted.

Despite knowing that, Raon's fighting spirit didn't fade.

His eyes seemed to be taunting her, seeming to say, 'Come at me as much as you want!'

It was ridiculous.

He looked like an idiotic rabbit that didn't even know who was holding it by its neck.

Pathetic bastard.

Martha smirked and swung her sword down, putting in more aura and strength.

 

Thud!

 

The arena trembled.

Raon withstood it.

He didn't fall, despite her repeated strikes.

It was annoying.

The way he was trying to climb up high. despite having the worst talent, made her boil with anger.

'Don't resent me for this.'

His limbs might've broken, but he left her with no choice. Pulling out an even more powerful aura, she aimed her sword in front of herself.

It was the posture for Hard Stone.

She was going to pierce Raon's defense using the energy of a sharp rock.

It was when she was about to kick the ground.

A red flame ignited at the end of Raon's blade.

A very small flame.

And yet, it was redder and more beautiful than any other flame. When Martha saw it, a chill went down in her spine.

'What is that?'

It was creepy. She was engulfed by a strange anxiety.

'No, I'm not afraid!'

Martha grit her teeth. She couldn't believe she was afraid of Raon, even for a moment. No, she didn't want to believe it.

 

Whoosh!

 

She struck with the training sword, using the Titan's aura in its dull blade.

Rage!

At that moment, Raon took a step. The small flame burning at his training sword created a single line.

A red line drawn from left to right. 

The Titan's aura melted upon touching that line.

And.

 

Crack!

 

The extremely solid training sword was broken in half, flying through the air.

 

Tap!

 

The sound of a broken blade thrusting into the arena floor invaded her ears.

"Ah…"

Martha stared at the severed sword, dazed.

"How… How did this hap…"

Her lips and hands trembled in disbelief at the same time.

"Is that the talent you spoke about?"

Raon Zieghart stared at her coldly. The flame ignited at the end of his sword was already gone.

"A talent that can't even withstand a single immature strike. It should be considered pointless."

"You… You…"

Unlike her usual self, Martha Zieghart couldn't respond at all. She lowered her head, just like her broken sword.

 

***

 

"Wh-what?! What happened just now?!"

"Th-the training sword, which was coated with Titan's aura, was severed in a single strike."

"Th-that's crazy…"

Raon could feel the trainees' gazes from everywhere. Panic, distrust, and astonishment. It looked like they'd even forgotten to breathe.

"Wow…"

And Rimmer, who was standing in front of them, was no exception. His eyes were wide, and his long ears looked even more pointy.

Apparently, severing Martha's sword in a single strike surprised him.

'Well, I'm also surprised.'

The power of the first stage of 'Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation', the First Flame, had exceeded his expectations to the point that he would've cut Martha if he hadn't controlled its power properly.

'If it's already this powerful at two-stars…'

His heart pounded in anticipation for three-stars and above.

"Ugh…"

He lowered his gaze upon hearing the groaning sound from below. Martha's black eyes were burning red.

'She doesn't look like she will admit defeat.'

That wasn't an expression of surrender. Since she couldn't even properly see how her sword was severed, she wasn't going to admit her defeat.

"I can't accept this."

The words he'd expected came right from Martha's mouth. She threw away the broken blade and clenched her fist.

 

Whir!

 

Titan's aura surrounded her body, creating an energy as solid as an unbreakable rock.

"I knew it."

Raon nodded and put down his training sword.

"I will make you admit defeat."

"I will never!"

Martha kicked off from the ground. She dashed at him from the left, from the front this time. Her movements were stiff, yet fast and heavy.

"Haah!"

Along with a shout of concentration, she thrust her fist.

 

Pow!

 

Raon chopped down her fist with his elbow. The immense shock twisted Martha's body.

But she didn't stop. She grit her teeth and kept punching.

 

Wham!

 

Raon drew a circle with his palm. Smoothly blocking her fist, he kicked at her abdomen.

"Kuh!"

It was a direct hit, yet Martha only groaned without stepping back. Her strong willpower suited the sturdy aura.

"It… it's not over yet!"

Martha bit her lip and thrust her fist. Despite her panic, her fist still went along the proper trajectory. The martial arts of a prestigious family seemed to shine, even at a time like that.

'But that's not enough.'

It was a quick and precise strike of a fist, imbued with a powerful aura, yet nothing more. She lacked training, by far.

 

Wham!

 

Dodging the fist aimed at his forehead, he struck her back with the edge of his hand.

"Kuh!"

The impact reaching her through the Titan's aura made her drool. After flinching, she counterattacked even faster. The savagery didn't match her elegant figure.

'She is pretty tough, at least.'

She was counterattacking despite being hit repeatedly by a fist that would make an adult swordsman fall. Her willpower and body's durability weren't at the level of a trainee.

"Haah!"

Martha stomped on the ground. The sand on the floor rose up and obscured his vision. Before he could sense her presence, her fist was swung at his right side.

 

Pow!

 

The strike felt like a rock thrown by a trebuchet. His whole body trembled each time he blocked it with his elbow.

"Aaah!"

She wasn't going to miss the opportunity that she'd created with so much difficulty. Holding her breath, she kept striking relentlessly with her fist.

 

Wham!

 

After twenty swift strikes, when Martha stopped for a moment to catch her breath, Raon's fist struck her abdomen.

"Kuh!"

Martha grabbed her belly and stepped back. Her eyes were filled with distrust.

"Despite what you said, your fists aren't really impressive."

Raon shook his hand and elbow, which he'd used to block Martha's fists.

"H-how…?"

"Skill."

Laughing at Martha, who was in panic, he turned his wrist.

 

* * *

 

'The defense of the 'Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation' is also excellent.'

Probably because his image was a flame that wouldn't be extinguished, the aura from the 'Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation' was also effective in defense.

"Huff…"

Martha raised her head while biting her lip. Titan's aura was gathering up in her clenched fist.

 

Whir!

 

The special technique 'Single Point' consisted of concentrated aura in a single spot. Her talent was indeed excellent for her to be using that at her age.

The rage was gone from her expression. Her eyes, once filled with anger, were emitting a clear light once again.

"I'll admit you're strong."

The energy gathered in her fist formed into a proper shape. It was the proof that she'd attained the rank of Sword User.

"I will admit my defeat if you can overcome this!"

Martha dashed forward like a bear hunting its prey. It was as heavy as a rock rolling down the mountain.

"Haa."

Raon sighed lightly. He took a step and thrust his fist, using the energy from the step.

The rotation, starting from the ankle, went up through the femoral muscles and reached his back. At that moment, his fist was imbued with explosive power.

 

Slam!

 

The fist containing the flame of the 'Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation' shattered the lump of brown aura and twisted Martha's arm.

"Ah…"

As the Titan's aura was shattered into pieces, he was able to see Martha's bloodshot eyes.

 

Whir!

 

Swept away by the tornado created by the blow, she bounced back and faltered like a reed in a storm.

"Ugh…"

After shaking her head, Martha fell backward with her eyes closed. Despite having fainted, her fist remained clenched.

'That's some amazing willpower, at least.'

It was difficult to believe that sort of willpower belonged to a child that was almost fifteen years old. That was more surprising than her ability or talent.

"Huff!"

"Ah…"

"Th-that's overwhelming."

"No way. How did Martha…?"

The trainees that followed Martha, as well as those who were against her, were unable to raise their dropped jaws.

"Raon Zieghart…"

Burren glared at Raon as his clenched fist trembled.

"…"

Runaan looked as blank as always, but she was exhaling cold steam from her gaping mouth, which seemed to mean that she was excited.

"Oh my…"

Rimmer, who had been stunned for a moment, ran up to Martha to check on her.

"Tsk. I should be scolding her, but she fainted."

Rimmer clicked his tongue after checking her condition.

"That's it for today. When you return, think about what you were lacking today."

"Ah, yes."

"Then, except Raon, everyone leave."

"Why me…?"

"Because I have something to give you, and also have some preaching left to do."

With a grin, Rimmer ran to the infirmary over the wall.

"Raon Zieghart."

As Raon blankly stared at the wall Rimmer had jumped over, Burren approached him.

"I knew you would catch up."

Burren was smiling, but it was difficult to tell if it was from admiration or anticipation.

"I'm different from Martha. I won't give up, even if you run ahead like a rabbit. I won't be careless, even if you fall behind like a turtle. I will defeat you at the graduation exam, putting everything I have at stake."

After saying that, he left the training ground. He looked refreshed.

'He's definitely changed.'

The egoistic and envy-driven Burren didn't exist anymore. He seemed to have come to a realization, as he'd gotten rid of his conceit and replaced it with confidence.

 

Tap tap.

 

Somebody tapped his shoulder from behind. When he looked back, Runaan was standing there with glittering purple eyes.

 

Nod.

 

She visibly nodded. That seemed to mean that he'd done well. Holding the bead ice cream box tightly, she trotted out of the training ground.

"Just what?"

Raon opened his mouth wide. He still couldn't understand what she was trying to do. Shaking his head, he walked next to the platform that the chairs were at.

As he was waiting for Rimmer and sitting on a chair, he noticed a book on the platform.

It was the book Rimmer used as his pillow when he napped. He tried opening it.

"Huh?"

Raon's eyes widened after seeing its contents.

'This is…'

He'd thought it was just his pillow, but it wasn't. The trainees' strengths and weaknesses, and the way to improve them, were written in it in detail.

He read the information on Burren on the first page.

'Has exceptional talent but is very conceited. Changed a lot after becoming a trainee. Realized what he lacked was willpower and is spending lots of time meditating. Uses an elegant and systematic swordsmanship, and he also thinks it's important…'

They were difficult things to notice if he wasn't watching the trainees closely. And yet, the book wasn't just on Burren, but for every single one of the trainees.

'How about me…?'

Raon read the information written about him.

'Extremely talented in swordsmanship and fist technique, and has a great mana perception, but is struggling with learning the aura cultivation technique. Needs to be taught about attributes. Need to find a way to make him feel the fire…'

The information was too detailed, to the point that it felt like he overdid it.

'Instructor Rimmer…'

He'd thought Rimmer was always playing around like a slacker, but he'd actually been observing everything in great detail.

Raon smiled, an unknown emotion warming his heart. It was the first time he'd ever felt that way, but it wasn't unpleasant.

That's unexpected.

'You know, right?'

But I still don't like him. He is still arrogant and irritating.

Wrath had grown even more pessimistic towards the world after he failed to take over Raon's body.

Back in devildom, there was a time where pointy ears and dwarves came over. The King of Essence froze every single one of those naughty guys…

'You really talk too much.'

Raon tapped the flowery bracelet and Wrath shut his mouth. It was difficult to handle how much he talked.

Kuh! The King of Essence is the definition of reticence. You are saying that I talk too much, despite being the least talkative one among the monarchs of the devildom. Just what kind of bullshit is that? Talking too much means…

'Wow.'

As he tapped his bracelet once again to shut him up, Rimmer returned over the wall.

He couldn't tell why he always entered over the wall, despite the door existing.

"Raon."

Rimmer approached him while smiling. His expression was still filled with surprise.

"It was an excellent aura control, despite it not having been a long time since you acquired it. However, it was unnecessary to take hits on purpose or throw away your sword."

Rimmer tapped his shoulder while smiling.

"That's what an instructor would say. Personally, I am thoroughly satisfied with that match. Congratulations on becoming the undisputed top trainee. This is yours now."

He handed over the wooden box he had placed in his inner chest pocket. It was the elixir that Martha had entrusted him with.

"Thank you."

Raon bowed his head to Rimmer as he accepted the elixir.

"It was a bet between you two, you don't need to thank me."

"No. I'm still thanking you."

It wasn't a thanks for the elixir. It was for looking over his training and giving him various pieces of advice.

Despite being late and slacking, he did instruct him properly when he needed it the most.

In fact, he probably wouldn't have acquired the 'Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation' yet if it weren't for his teachings.

Since he didn't have a teacher in his previous life, only animal trainers, he thought Rimmer was worthy of his gratitude.

"Anyway."

Rimmer snickered, watching him with a satisfied expression.

"I'll get going, then."

"Wait a moment."

He flickered his index and middle finger together.

"I told you there's somewhere we need to go together.'

"Somewhere to go?"

"The audience chamber in the lord's manor."

Rimmer grinned and pointed to the west.

"The head of house has summoned you."

 

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