Master's eyes widened slightly. These things hidden beneath the surface were not something a boy under sixteen could possibly understand.
He pondered for a moment, his tone shifting slightly before he slowly said, "Go back. You won't be this lucky next time."
Charles stared at Master's changed expression, his face full of disbelief.
This wasn't a dream, was it? Lord Master had actually let that guy go!
Yet under Charles's astonished gaze, Falan returned to the group as if nothing had happened.
"That guy..."
A flicker of disgust passed through Charles's eyes. How could someone with no knightly spirit become a knight? It was simply the greatest insult to the title of knight!
Master quietly watched Falan's retreating back, his eyes flickering as though he were deep in thought.
After another round with the maid, Aurelian looked thoroughly bedraggled, covered in dust and dirt.
That was right. He had been crushed again.
Whether in swordsmanship or hand-to-hand combat, he was still suppressed by Miss Maid in every respect.
Still, compared to yesterday, he had improved by the slightest bit. At least he had not lost too miserably.
His red pupils flickered as he looked at the slender black-and-white figure across from him.
She was as calm as ever, and her maid uniform was spotless. There was no sign at all that she had just fought a fierce battle against a peak lower-rank mana powerhouse.
"Whew..."
Drawing a deep breath, Aurelian raised Starlight of Innocence once more. He decided to try again.
His crimson eyes sharpened, and a nameless ferocity stirred deep within them—the bloodline of the Archmonds was awakening!
"Take this!"
Without drawing on the mana within his body, he stepped forward. He would defeat Jeanne with pure swordsmanship.
Aurelian was incredibly fast. As a lower-rank mana powerhouse, even without