They don't want me to try anymore.

“You have misunderstood the principal. I will not break your rules.”

"Furthermore, making things difficult for an exchange student is not only against my principles as a soldier, but also damages the dignity of the Empire. Moreover, taking action against him now would only make people suspect that the Dulles family is a sore loser."

"I just……"

Speaking of which.

For most of the day since entering St. Goethe, Albert, who had been sitting upright with a deadpan expression, finally smiled for the first time.

"I'm just waiting for him."

Hela gave a soft hum: "Hmm?"

Albert shrugged: "To be honest, the Gulf Army's opponents are all too boring. I would be happy if little Connaught could give us some surprises."

"And I'm not in a hurry. As long as he remains the prince of Connaught, as long as he's still as unwilling to bow his head as he is today... I'll see him again sooner or later, in a way that's more naked than the school arena."

As he spoke, Albert recalled the imperial strategy discussed by the ministers at the Imperial Conference, the lobbyists from various companies who frequently visited high-ranking officials in the capital, and the unexpected windfalls that had poured in after his promotion... Oh, coincidentally, some of them did indeed come from the Connaughts.

His Highness is facing quite a few predicaments.

Albert raised an eyebrow, his smile vanishing without a trace, and he returned to his previous solemn expression.

Finally, he bowed to Hela, straightened his back as if it were made of iron, and turned to walk towards the exit.

"This kid really hasn't changed at all... Ah, why are so many of my students in the military!"

The witch Hela scratched her head in distress, then disappeared from the spot, much to the disappointment of many freshmen who were excited to finally see the principal.

But it doesn't matter, the principal or not, he won't be the main character tonight.

As the results of the duel spread explosively, and as countless people were astonished, it was foreseeable that Richard's name would be sung countless times at St. Goethe's tonight, and that thousands would feel anger, surprise, shock, and joy.

But no one can deny that this is a remarkable miracle...

The impact of this miracle will also manifest in many different places, both on and off campus…

Two hours after the duel ended.

Hamilton sat slumped on the club's leather sofa, his lifeless eyes wide open, motionless, like a salted fish.

Why did we lose...?

That's Lady Linda! How could she possibly lose?

Damn Richard!

I'm so stupid, really...

Phew, calm down.

He let out a long breath and straightened up.

Regardless, what's done is done; now we need to figure out what to do next...

dong dong!

The sudden knocking interrupted his already chaotic thoughts.

He tried his best to remain calm and said in a low voice, "Please, please come in."

"Mr. Hamilton."

The visitor was the bearded Gold-rank mage, the school's discipline officer, Kalanish.

"Teacher? What brings you here...?"

"In order to bring to a close all the events that followed the Illusionary Realm."

Kalanish sat down opposite him, his cold and stern gaze sending a shiver down Hamilton's spine.

“Just half an hour ago, Miss Liz came to us, claiming that she was coerced by you into identifying Richard Targaryen at the hearing…”

Liz was the witness who claimed to have seen the Shocking Scrolls.

“That’s slander!” Hamilton stood up agitatedly, vehemently denying it. “She’s a money-grubbing woman, maybe…”

"Indeed."

To Hamilton's surprise, Kalanish nodded.

"Our subsequent investigation revealed that Miss Liz did indeed change her tune after receiving two hundred gold coins from Miss Alice. We have already given them a good talking-to..."

"Right! That's exactly the kind of person she is!"

"...But in her drawer, we also found the one hundred gold coins you gave her."

"..."

"Besides that, we also discovered some new things at the shopkeeper's shop in the pointed hat shop, and in the magical traces in the illusionary realm... So Mr. Hamilton, you are now suspected of colluding with outsiders to frame a classmate and disrupting the school's examination order..."

Hamilton felt his mouth go dry: "What...what will happen to me?"

"Well, the good news is that the school only plans to expel you."

So I'm really going to get fired...?

Wait, is this sweet news or good news?

"The bad news is that Miss Alice and Miss Hepper have filed charges against you with the Tribunal in the capital, saying that you hired thugs to attack them and prevent them from finding evidence."

"This is absurd! They were the ones who went to wander around the slums on their own! This kind of accusation shouldn't be accepted!"

Kalanish raised an eyebrow and simply replied, "This is an off-campus matter and has nothing to do with the school."

"But, teacher..."

“Mr. Hamilton, although the formal procedures have not been completed, you are no longer a student of St. Goethe and no longer need to call him teacher… Please have the clerk come to the school to complete the formalities before tomorrow afternoon.”

After saying that, Kalanish left the club, leaving Hamilton slumped back onto the sofa.

It looks like a stray dog ​​with a broken back.

Then several hours later.

Thousands of miles away, on the frontier of the empire.

A valiant female swordsman with a remarkably curvaceous figure arrived at a village.

The village was very remote, with only a dozen or so people, and it was rare to see anyone other than the tax official.

Therefore, when the tall woman in full armor came in front of them, countless curious eyes were drawn to her.

An elderly man stepped forward and asked in a humble voice, "Sir, who are you?"

"I've come to destroy the demons."

The female swordsman's sharp gaze swept over the old man and then over the villagers at the village entrance, her voice icy: "A demon in human skin."

The surroundings fell silent instantly; even the birdsong could not be heard.

next second...

Whether it was the elderly or the boys, girls, and children in the fields, their bodies swelled up like inflated balloons, their eyes turned red, and their fingernails grew longer and sharper!

The deformed old man roared and charged at the woman.

"Now that you've seen through our disguise, then go..."

Before the word "die" could even be uttered, a flash of sword light appeared, and the old man's body was split in two, green pus and blood gushing out and splattering all over the ground.

The woman twirled her sword and calmly walked towards the remaining demons.

Judging from their appearances, the demons seemed more terrifying, but at this moment, they were trembling on the spot.

Next…

It was a one-sided massacre.

Not far away, several cavalrymen were observing the situation in the village. One of the young men sighed:

"...Lady Luvia seems a bit angry these past few days!"

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"However, even with swordsmanship that clearly carries energy, it didn't deviate from its form in the slightest. That's truly amazing!"

The young man spoke eloquently: "Every sword strike was perfectly timed, and all the sneak attacks from all sides were anticipated in advance..."

"Pfft, I didn't expect you to be so talkative."

The other female swordsman next to her laughed out loud: "Then why were you stuttering yesterday? We thought you had a speech impediment!"

"It's because Lady Luvia's aura is too strong! My reaction was perfectly normal, okay?"

The young man blushed slightly and said, "The prodigy of the Grand Duke Cromwell's family, the youngest Gold Saint of Holy Roland, the invincible sword of the empire—these titles alone are enough to make people breathless, not to mention that the lady has been keeping a cold face the whole time..."

"Ah, I'm not criticizing you. I also think that's how the Imperial Sword should be: powerful, noble, and aloof! But... that does make it seem unapproachable."

After listening, the female swordsman smiled and said, "That's true. I was just as nervous as you when I first became your attendant... But don't be too nervous. Your master isn't as difficult to get along with as you think. Why don't you take the initiative to strike up a conversation later?"

"Forget it, I've heard that story before..."

"what story?"

"That's what everyone's talking about. Back in Idaril, Duke Clinton's youngest son took a liking to Lady Luvia and deliberately tried to strike up a conversation, only to be terrified by just one look from her..."