"Okay, okay." After catching the watermelon, Trillian's mood instantly brightened. She still had a hint of grievance in her voice, but her hands betrayed her intentions; she scooped out a large piece of the watermelon flesh and put it in her mouth.
The cool, sweet juice exploded in her mouth, instantly dispelling the summer heat. Trillian's previously sullen face relaxed, and she began to devour the food with gusto, perfectly embodying the "it's so delicious!" principle.
"Mmm~ So sweet!" Trillian exclaimed indistinctly.
Seeing Trillian's satisfied, food-loving expression, Draco shook his head and chuckled. He picked up a spoon, scooped out the sweetest part of the watermelon from the center of Hermione's arms, and held it to her lips.
"Try it, the middle one is the sweetest."
"I can do it myself..." Hermione's face turned even redder. Although there weren't many people around, it wasn't completely deserted. Her eyes darted away, as if she wanted to look away, but her body betrayed her, and she opened her mouth...
Draco pushed the spoon forward again. Hermione glanced quickly at Trillian, who was only focused on the watermelon, and finally opened her mouth and bit into the flesh. Too embarrassed to look at Draco, she slowly swallowed and whispered, "... It's quite sweet."
It was indeed very sweet; the sweetness went right to my heart.
Seeing Hermione obediently eat, Draco's smile deepened. He scooped up a spoonful for himself, put it in his mouth, and nodded, saying:
"Yes, it's not bad."
Just then, Windsor led a woman over, interrupting this brief moment of sweetness. Windsor introduced her to the group, "This is Evelyn!"
All eyes turned to the woman beside her. She was a young woman who looked to be in her late twenties, about the same height as Windsor, but more slender. Unlike Windsor's fuller figure, hers was slightly flatter, but her height made her stand out.
With her striking face, delicate and refined features, a straight nose, light-colored lips, and short, light-gold hair neatly framing her face with wispy strands framing her neck, she exudes a sophisticated Britain- style charm.
"Hello everyone, I'm Evelyn." Evelyn greeted them politely. Her voice, like her appearance, had a slightly cool quality. As she spoke, her gaze swept over the three of them, pausing briefly at the corner of Trillian's mouth, which was still stained with watermelon juice, before settling on Windsor.
Windsor added to the trio, " Evelyn is a regular at the fencing hall here and one of the best amateur fencers I know. She's won quite a few medals in amateur competitions."
"Hello, you must be the expert Windsor was talking about," Evelyn said, taking the initiative to speak. She believed that Trillian was indeed an expert.
Trillian, who still had a mouthful of watermelon flesh in her mouth, almost spat it out upon hearing this. She held it in, quickly chewed and swallowed the flesh.
Then he hurriedly put down the silver spoon in his hand, wiped his hands and mouth clean with a tissue, and then shook hands with the other person with a slightly embarrassed expression.
"Hello, hello! My name is Trillian, but I'm not an expert, you've got the wrong person!" Trillian quickly clarified.
"Huh?" Evelyn was taken aback and looked at Windsor.
"My young master, Draco, he's the expert Coach Windsor was talking about!" Trillian spread her hands towards Draco.
Following her direction, Evelyn looked at Draco, her eyes filled with suspicion as she gazed at Draco.
The man before me was undoubtedly very handsome, with a unique charisma; even in simple sportswear, his outstanding qualities were undeniable.
But the man's posture was far too relaxed. He sat leisurely in the chair, one arm casually around his female companion's waist, the other holding a spoon. He was scooping a spoonful of watermelon from her lap and offering it to her lips. The woman felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, but she still opened her mouth and ate it.
This scene is warm and sweet, but... it's really hard to associate it with the words "sword master."
In particular, Draco doesn't appear to have the particularly defined muscle lines of a fencer who trains regularly.
Instead, he seems more like a pampered young nobleman.
"You didn't expect that, did you, Evelyn? Actually, I didn't expect it either, but that's just how it is," Windsor confirmed.
Hearing Windsor's confident testimony, Ella's doubts subsided slightly. She immediately moved past Trillian to Draco and Hermione, politely extending her hand.
Hello.
Evelyn's gaze lingered more on Draco.
Draco was about to hand the spoon to Hermione when Hermione beat him to it, taking Evelyn's hand and giving her a polite but aloof smile, "Hello, Miss Evelyn, I am Hermione Granger, and this is my husband, Draco Malfoy."
Evelyn sensed Hermione's wariness. She released her grip, nodded to Hermione, and then turned to Draco.
"I didn't expect that the 'master' Windsor calls him is so young. He really cannot be judged by his appearance." Evelin said with a hint of emotion in her tone.
"Right!" Windsor wholeheartedly agreed.
"My teacher gave me a real lesson back then!"
"In that case, Windsor, let's start practicing. I'd like to see how much your swordsmanship has improved after being instructed by a top expert." Evelyn's gaze returned to Windsor, her eyes gleaming with intense interest in sparring.
"That's exactly what I was thinking!" Windsor nodded.
She also wanted to test what she had just learned.
Evelyn and Windsor donned their protective gear, stepped onto the fencing piste, and stood facing each other, swords in hand. Both adopted standard fencing starting stances, but their auras differed. They were ready.
Windsor launched the first attack; her movements were no longer the somewhat rigid pattern of before, but more agile and varied.
Moreover, he was no longer in a hurry to achieve success, but instead used quick sliding steps and shuffling steps to control the distance, while his sword constantly made probing feints and deceptive movements at tricky angles and extremely fast speeds.
Evelyn was somewhat surprised by this; she hadn't expected Windsor to change her fighting style after Draco's instruction.
But she wasn't intimidated by Windsor's imposing manner; instead, she tried to counterattack using her strengths in quick thrusts and precise parries.
However, Evelyn soon discovered that Windsor's rhythm was no longer the predictable offensive pattern it once was.
Her feints were incredibly realistic; often, just as she shifted her weight to prepare for a block or counterattack, the tip of her sword would change direction unpredictably.
Then it strikes from an unexpected angle.
"Swoosh!" Windsor scored first.
Eve adjusted her breathing slightly. This time, she was more cautious, wanting to use a more complex combination technique to try and break through.
But Windsor's defense is no longer what it used to be; it no longer relies on brute force but instead employs a more fluid and deflective technique.
Often, with a flick of the wrist at the moment of contact, Evelyn's attack force is deflected. At the same time, the footwork is coordinated with minimal movement to instantly close or widen the distance, causing Evelyn's subsequent combos to miss and instead causing the opponent to expose an opening.
"Pfft!" Windsor scores again.
This put Evelyn under pressure, and sweat beaded on her forehead.
She discovered that Windsor's sword seemed to come alive, no longer bound by fixed moves, but responding most effectively to the slightest changes in movement, breathing, and even the eyes.
The opponent's attacks became more unpredictable, while their defense Fianto Duri, and their timing was terrifyingly precise.
"Swoosh! Swoosh!" The score quickly became 4-0.
In the final point, Evelyn was forced to use her ultimate move: an extremely fast sprint followed by a change of direction and a stab.