"Miss Iona, your swordsmanship still has room to grow. However, given your poor health, I'm afraid now isn't the time to train."
"Oh, you can tell I'm not feeling well too? Never mind, Teacher Heide must have told you." She waved her hand.
"Since you say my swordsmanship still has room to grow, then analyze it for me." She had demonstrated her swordsmanship a few times in front of her classmates, but that hadn't shown them everything she could do.
Sylutia thought for a moment, then pointed out a few details in Iona's usual training that she could improve.
"Perhaps I underestimated you." Iona's opinion of Sylutia had changed considerably, and her tone softened a little.
"You do have a good eye." She considered it for a moment.
"Since you've shown me what you're capable of, I can show you some respect in return. From now on, just call me by my name in class. There's no need for a title."
"Here, this is for you." She took a handwritten booklet from the cabinet.
"It contains instructions for practicing Bee Dance Footwork. I won't teach it to you directly. How much you can understand and learn from it will depend on your own talent."
"All right, that's enough for today. If you want to see me in the future, let my maid know in advance." She waved her hand, ready to see her out.
Sylutia thanked her for the booklet and then took her leave.
Before long, the room fell quiet again. Iona stared at the iron box in the corner for a long time.
"I never thought I'd meet a true genius in a place like this."
People in different regions had different ideas of what a genius was, but as someone from White Cliff Royal City, Iona