Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

The Sword Saint, residing within Alger's body, smiled with relief upon seeing Alger regain his strength. He had watched Alger rise from the depths of despair step by step, and as his most prized disciple, the Sword Saint had great faith in him.

"Senior Alger? Is that Senior Alger?!"

As Alger was walking down the street, a female student suddenly recognized him and then gathered a few of her friends around him, like a group of star-struck fans.

Yes, he was defeated by Domi in Bloomfield, but what impact did that have on his prestige in the academy? The female students just love the handsome and dashing senior, Alger.

"Why did Senior Alger suddenly come back?"

"Yes, yes, I remember you were in seclusion training, right? Is there something you need to do now that you've emerged from seclusion?"

Alger thought for a moment and said, "Yes, there is indeed something I need to do personally now, and I have been waiting for this moment for four years."

Four years is a sensitive number for Alger and his female fans, because it points to that humiliating day.

"So...you're going to seek revenge on that person?!"

That person was naturally referring to the wicked and treacherous Dominic Brofeld.

The young female fans' eyes suddenly lit up. In their eyes, what could be more appealing than a story of enduring hardship and then finally getting revenge in a satisfying way? Especially since the protagonist was their idol, Senior Alger!

"real or fake!"

"I cannot allow anyone else to be unaware of this."

"Oh God, please let me know on the day of the final battle..."

Alger chuckled awkwardly and waved his hand, saying, "If conditions allow, I will definitely let everyone know then. Well, I have something to do, so I must take my leave now."

He finally managed to shake off the fervent fans and headed towards Xia's residence. When he arrived at the girls' dormitory, the dormitory supervisor stared at him for a long time before finally recognizing him.

Since the empire had appointed guards for Princess Shia, there was no reason to stop him. Alger successfully went upstairs and finally stopped in front of Shia's door, knocking loudly.

"coming."

With a few slaps of slippers on the floor, Alger opened the door and, upon seeing Shia, his long-held longing poured out like a river bursting its banks.

She had just been studying ancient literature in her bedroom, and her eyes were getting sore from reading so much small print that she could barely see clearly. She had to adjust her round-framed glasses on her pert nose to make out who it was.

"Alger?!"

"Princess! I'm so glad to see you again!" Alger knelt down on one knee so quickly that Shia almost didn't have time to react.

Shea had Alger sit on the sofa in the living room and poured him a cup of tea, but instead of the cup she and Domi used, she used the one specifically for guests.

After placing the teacup on the coffee table in front of him, he sat down opposite him and asked curiously:

"Where have you been all these years? I haven't heard a word from you."

Is Princess Shia worried about him?

Alger was immediately moved:

"I'm sorry to have worried you. Over the years, under the guidance of my grandfather, the Sword Saint, I went to a secluded place to train alone, in order to gain greater strength to protect you and to avenge myself..."

In fact, Shia was just worried that Alger had died outside, otherwise she wouldn't be able to explain it to the Queen who had placed Alger by her side.

"Revenge? Who do you have a grudge against?"

At this point, Alger's face darkened:

"Four years ago, I fought Dominic Bloomfield, and I lost that time, a crushing defeat that left me devastated. So this time, I'm going to challenge him again and prove myself once more!"

“So that’s how it is…” Shia had almost forgotten about this, and coaxed, “Alger, this can’t be called ‘revenge,’ ‘sparring’ is more appropriate.”

"I used the wrong words."

"So, Princess Shia, I heard he's also come to this academy. Can you tell me where he went? My sword is itching for a fight!"

Upon hearing this, Shia revealed a slightly subtle expression. Could it be that he... didn't know he was already engaged to Domi during his seclusion?

However, seeing his eagerness for revenge... ugh, for a friendly spar, Shia couldn't bear to let him know about it. If personal feelings were involved, it would be too unfair to Alger.

After weighing the options, she decided not to tell Alger about it for the time being.

"Domita... I'm probably busy right now. Come see me again in four days, and I'll let you know then."

"Yes."

Although the four days were agonizing, he would carry out Princess Shia's orders without any complaints.

During this time, news of his return and his intention to challenge Domi to a duel spread among his female admirers. The news quickly reached half of the academy and even reached the ears of several princes.

The fateful showdown this Saturday.

They took this very seriously and all decided to go and observe it when the time came...

Domi over here.

On the first day, he stayed in the Land of Time Stop until it got dark before going back.

The next day, Thursday, he arranged to have a mock match with Argyle Edward and the others at the academy's general arena. Their opponents were Nates' team, and playing against each other would effectively improve their skills and help them understand each other better.

The final result was an unsurprising victory for Argyll's team, but Nats and his teammates also learned a lot, so it can be said that everyone gained something.

On the third day, Domi pressed on and used up all the remaining time in the Time-Stopped Land.

I left the customs at 10 p.m. local time, felt dizzy and went back to my dorm, and then slept until noon the next day.

Knowing it was Saturday, Domi subconsciously lost the desire to get out of bed; he was unaware of the fateful showdown.

"Meow~"

Suddenly, he felt something wet and slippery on his face, as if something prickly, soft, and warm was licking him.

"Um... Coal Ball, stop messing around..."

Domi reached out, lifted the lump of coal that had been stepped on his face aside, and then turned over to continue sleeping.

"Meow..." Coal Ball let out a rather resentful cry, as if lamenting Domi's heartlessness for standing it up for three days, and then treating it like this when they met again!

I'm heartbroken, truly heartbroken, and this isn't just a big argument.

"Domi, wake up!"

The familiar voice came to my ears again.

Who is it this time?

He didn't care; all he wanted to do now was sleep! He continued to play dead, pulled up the blanket, and wrapped himself completely in it.

Shea stood by the bed, hands on her hips in exasperation. It wasn't his fault; anyone who worked themselves to the bone for fifty days would have a cooldown, let alone a young man like Domi, full of vigor.

She actually hoped that Domi could rest a little longer, but Alger was already impatient and declared that he would challenge Domi at one o'clock this afternoon. If he didn't come, he would be labeled a coward.

She was caught in a dilemma, feeling incredibly conflicted.

Should I be so heartless as to wake him up...?

At that moment, Argyle also entered the room.

When Domi came back yesterday, he was completely out of sorts and forgot to close the door, which allowed Shia and Argyle to stand 'unrestrainedly' by his bedside.

Seemingly sensing Shia's inner turmoil, Argyle decided to take on the villain himself.

"I'm sorry, Domi, but it's for your own good..."

With a determined heart, he went to the foot of the bed, grabbed the blanket with both hands, and then suddenly yanked it off!

The two people present were no longer surprised by what happened next.

"Fuck!"

Domi sat up abruptly, his eyes wide, and after surveying the scene, he looked heartbroken:

"Don't you guys even know it's Saturday?! Can't I even sleep in a little longer on Saturday? Are you even human?! Are you even human?!"

Argyle said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Domi, but you should get up first. There's something you need to know right away."

Afterwards, Domi listened to Argyle recount the whole story while eating his 'breakfast,' and now all that was left was the outcome.

As luck would have it, he was one of the main figures who created the outcome.

"I see. Alger, is that it? You dare to disturb my meditation? Heh..."

As he spoke, the two could clearly feel the intense killing intent emanating from him.

Shia suddenly became worried about Alger's safety, and after careful consideration, she gave him a word of advice:

"Don't kill anyone..."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful."

After putting on their school uniforms, Domi walked with the two towards the general arena in the center of the academy.

At this moment, the arena was about two-thirds full. Some were die-hard fans of Alger, others were just there for the fun, and some had come because they heard that even the princes were coming, which made it seem so prestigious.

The princes were the first to occupy the stands with the best views.

Crown Prince Alfred was about 21 years old, with a meticulous gaze and a hint of an old emperor's demeanor.

His younger brother, the second prince Ocasio, sat next to him.

Compared to his brother's meticulousness, which is reminiscent of a German, Ocasio has a poet's unrestrained and romantic air of nonchalance. Even his posture is crooked and awkward, sitting at an angle on the spectator seat with his hand supporting his cheek, and occasionally yawning.

"Why did Your Majesty come? It was just a little squabble between two junior students."

“Ocasio, stop testing me. I already have enough of the usual troubles. Please let me rest for a while.”

"Okay, okay~"

Compared to the seemingly relaxed but actually tense conversation between the two, the conversations among the other onlookers were much more normal, with most of them guessing who would win.

Will Dominic retain his title, or will Alger successfully avenge his loss?

If gambling weren't prohibited in the college, someone would surely have orchestrated a gambling scheme involving tens of thousands of credit points.

It was nearly 1 p.m. when Alger, as the initiator of the duel, was already standing on one side of the arena, just like before.

This time, however, he drew his longsword and planted it upside down in the sand, his hands gripping the hilt, his eyes filled with confidence, devoid of any arrogance.

Domi and his two companions walked to the entrance of the arena.

Argyle waved to him and said, "Then let's go to the stands first. Good luck, and don't let your guard down."

"Go for it!" Xia also clenched her little fist to cheer him on.

"Yeah, don't worry, I'm not someone you can easily bully."