“The final attack. We could have definitely counterattacked.”

Fortunately.

Deon also seemed unable to recognize himself.

At Morgan’s lips, an unintentional smile of relief appeared, and Deon twitched his eyebrows.

“The final attack?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

Deon looked sharply at Morgan.

A battle with the instructor to qualify for participation.

Deon had no intention of moving from his spot to face the participants, and indeed, he didn’t move.

But just one person.

In the fight against Morgan Dale, right in front of him, Deon took half a step.

Moreover, the scene that entered Deon’s eyes when lifting Morgan’s sword with the final attack.

Morgan feigned as if he missed the handle of Deon’s attack, letting it go with his hand.

Deon was convinced. He saw Morgan Dale’s grip loosen.

In a move that seemed like Morgan was giving Deon a chance and choosing defeat, Deon felt extremely uncomfortable.

“Disqualified.”

Seeing his nonchalant appearance, it seemed like he didn’t want to pass.

So, he gave disqualification. The others were weak, so he disqualified them.

“Well, even if you call it playing dumb, I’ll tell you… I lost to the instructor.”

What we’re doing now is not playing dumb.

Nonchalant words effortlessly flowed from Morgan’s lips with reddened lips that weren’t wiped clean.

Deon furrowed his brow as he looked at Morgan, who was at a similar eye level.

“Morgan Day.”

Then, several groups of people began to pass by the two. It was time for the reevaluation, and the swordsmanship and students began to move.

On the way to the evaluation venue.

Seeing Deon conversing with Morgan, the students hesitated, quickly greeted him, and passed by.

“……. ”

Deon closed his mouth amid the pouring greetings.

Then, looking at Kim An’s bowing figure, he slightly narrowed his eyes, turned around.

“Let’s talk next time.”

“Yes. Please go in.”

Following the departing Deon, Philip said, “Fortunately, Young Master. I was quite anxious thinking you might fight with him.”

“Noisy.”

Deon had always been a powerful ability user, but strangely, from six years ago, it felt like his abilities were gradually getting stronger.

With repeated experiences, suspicions turned into certainty. Since then, Deon used his abilities only to the extent of relieving the fever, not to suffer from high fever.

“Brother, aren’t you not using your ability too much? Use it powerfully when needed. I’ll purify you anyway.”

Even with Liche’s bright words, Deon mumbled his response.

My power is too strong. What if I accidentally hurt you while purifying you?

Because of such worries, Deon couldn’t use his ability. Liche is a Retyom, so.

There was also another hardship for Deon due to the changes in his power. Avoiding places with people, Deon thought.

“There are too many people, and the smell is strong.”

As his abilities grew stronger, the smell of Deon’s breath changed too.

Although Liche still didn’t have any smell, the breath of others now carried scents from his past experiences.

For example, the scent of iron and the sea from a knight who came from the seaside. The scent of flowers and books from a former librarian who worked in a flower shop.

And.

“Hello, Instructor Dercadion.”

The scent of an ability user that emanated from a student who had once used abilities.

“Still…….”

“What? Young Master, what did you say?”

Deon, recalling Morgan’s blonde hair and golden eyes, murmured.

He’s still someone I don’t like.

“Ian Dwain Gerwer.”

“Has your daughter arrived safely?”

In the study of Lordwick Duchy, Blake’s library.

Hibetsman Duke spoke to Blake sitting at his desk.

Blake, fixed on the documents, replied.

“She passed the qualification assessment on the first day.”

“I expected that. But, Blake, you’re holding your documents upside down as you read.”

What’s the use of looking like you’re reading hard on the outside?
Blake’s mind was so preoccupied with worries about his children that the letters didn’t even register in his eyes.

Duke Hibetsman casually took a sip of tea, saying he expected Blake to be like this.

“Why did you say you respect the choice? If you had opposed Cesselphone’s participation, you wouldn’t have to worry like this.”

Or you should have followed along with me.

Even Duke Hibetsman, who said such things, was in the same position as Blake, having been rejected by Liche.

Duke Hibetsman said to Blake, “Don’t worry too much. Your son went as an examination instructor.”

“…Deon, right?”

A communication that came from Liche a few days ago.

Blake doubted his ears. Deon, who left home without saying a word, was now an examination instructor at Cesselphone.

While answering that it wouldn’t be, trying to erase the uneasy feeling, Blake couldn’t shake off the discomfort.

“Don’t worry too much on your end. Try to find out what happened here. Too worried, Liche.”