"You're definitely not Ian!"
Ga'er sheathed his twin blades behind his back, yet none of the sharpness in his bearing diminished.
The white-haired, wolf-eared youth narrowed his eyes and circled Sheo with extreme vigilance. "Your aura is wrong. You don't have the scent of a Fairy... Even if you can conceal it, some trace should have been exposed under my attacks."
"And as a swordsman, the coordination of your hands and feet is completely abnormal. This body isn't suited to blade combat at all; you only avoided my blades through precise control. Those are absolutely not the movements of a swordsman who has trained with the sword and should be at the level of a great knight."
At last, he became certain and nodded slightly. "That's it. You may look exactly the same, but you aren't Ian."
Why are you being so perceptive?
Listening to Ga'er's analysis, Sheo was completely bewildered.
The scent of a Fairy? She could barely understand that. After all, Ascenders with Fairy Bloodline did indeed possess unusual spiritual fluctuations, and most of them had personalities that were rather unrestrained—or simply unlike ordinary people.
Even if one regarded Fairy Bloodline purely as an Ascender who manipulated the forces of various Origin Matter elements for destruction, the Fairies' highly pure affinity with Origin Matter gave them a distinctly "fresh" feeling. Add in their usual personalities, and they became "fresh and unworldly."
That part was easy enough to understand... but Sheo simply could not make sense of his observations about martial artists. She had never trained with a sword, so how could she possibly know what a swordsman's footwork or coordination should be like?
Ian wanted me to impersonate him, but he never intended for me to fight...
"But it doesn't matter."
Yet at that moment, Ga'er drew his