With Scáthach not using her Noble Phantasm and Fu Yuan not using his killing moves, it was merely a sparring match where they stopped at the right point.
And was it Fu Yuan's imagination...? Why did he feel that Scáthach's offensive this time was several times fiercer, and carried an indescribable... anger?
Boiling killing intent erupted without reservation from the Gáe Bolg held in Scáthach's hands, pouring toward Fu Yuan.
Fu Yuan did not know why Scáthach was so irritable right now, but he did not fear such a disorderly offensive. He even successfully found an opportunity to counterattack.
Then... Fu Yuan suppressed Scáthach's fierce offensive!
Fortunately, Fu Yuan had met Irisviel. Otherwise, with how dense he was, he would probably have remained single for life...
Worthy of the Imperial Princess of the Root
After a pleasant [dangerous] sparring session [slaughter], the gloom and irritation in Scáthach's heart were covered over by the exhilaration and delight brought by fighting Fu Yuan.
Once the sparring ended, it was time for Fu Yuan to head to Germany.
"Irisviel, I'm leaving."
"Mm, come back quickly, okay?" Irisviel said reluctantly.
"I will." Fu Yuan smiled at Irisviel and nodded, then looked toward Scáthach, whose pretty face was flushed and whose expression was alluring.
Judging by Scáthach's expression, she had been satisfied after her battle with Fu Yuan.
"Scáthach, help me protect Irisviel and Sella. Lately, I've always felt that someone is watching us," Fu Yuan said seriously.
"Isn't that just your imagination~?" Scáthach said lazily. What sort of person's gaze could escape the senses of the Queen of the Land of Shadows? The only one who could likely evade her perception was the man before her, whom even the Wisdom of the Mystic Realm could not see through.
Could there really be a second