The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

"Is there anyone who can make you feel inferior? Then who is number one?"

Felix's curiosity was immediately piqued.

He knew Wiener well; he was stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat.

When they are in the right, they are unforgiving; when they are not, they resort to sophistry and unreasonable arguments.

There are very few people who can truly convince him.

"Yes, your master."

Wiener wore an expression that seemed perfectly natural.

"Look at you, talking nonsense again."

Felix's first reaction was disbelief, but seeing Venere's seemingly genuine demeanor, he began to waver slightly.

"What's the reason? If you slander my master's innocence for no reason, I won't let you off so easily."

Felix pumped his fist in a gesture.

“The prettier a woman is, the more likely she is to lie,” Viner shrugged.

"So you're saying that Master is the best at lying, which means you admit she's beautiful?" Felix suddenly laughed.

“You could say that,” Wiener agreed.

Perhaps due to the filter of his childhood memories, Tissa was indeed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

As for Lisette... she's still on the same track as the little girl.

“Oh, I see—” Felix suddenly ran a few steps forward, then turned around and playfully stuck out his tongue at Venus. “Then I’ll have to go tell Listy on him.”

"what?"

Wiener looked stunned.

Who did this brat learn bad habits from?

Chapter 304 This was his own choice.

Although Felix's match ended quickly, the actual damage he caused to the ring was far more severe than that of Venus's match.

Although Rivers only knocked over a floor tile, Felix left two deep ravines on the entire ring.

If Jessica hadn't intervened at the last moment, sending Felix's sword energy into the sky, even the arena's protective barrier probably wouldn't have been able to withstand Felix's attack.

Repairing the arena and reinforcing the barrier will take some effort, which will give the last two contestants more time to rest.

The winner stays on the field, and the loser leaves voluntarily.

Although they could go to the stands to continue watching the match, few players who had just lost would likely feel that way.

The cheers from the stands echoed from above, but River could only leave silently through the exit tunnel.

Just as I was about to step off this long path, a figure suddenly came into view.

"River".

"Lord Rogurd."

The visitor was none other than Rogurd.

"Is everything alright?"

"It's just a minor abrasion, and the medical team has already taken care of it."

Despite losing the match, the opponent's first concern was for his injury, which warmed River's heart.

"I'm sorry to disappoint Lord Rogurd. Not only did I lose the match, but I also destroyed all the weapons you specially entrusted to me."

“These are all minor matters,” Rogurd waved his hand dismissively. “You’ve already succeeded by walking off the ring unharmed.”

"Losing to the sword emblem holder is not your fault; blame them for being too secretive."

"He's actually the holder of the Sword Emblem?" River was taken aback upon hearing this.

The name of the Sword Emblem is well-known to every Emblem user, but very few have actually seen it.

Besides the extreme rarity of those capable of awakening the Sword Crest, the main reason is that most of those who have witnessed the Sword Crest have become dead.

"What a pity. If I had known this would happen, I should have tried harder to win over Felix."

Thinking about this, River couldn't help but feel regretful.

He noticed Felix very early on, but unfortunately he didn't focus all his attention on him.

"Hmph, what do you mean by not being allowed to join a class during the first semester? It's just giving the academy half a year to snatch up the best talents ahead of time." Rogurd seemed to have long been dissatisfied with this. "If it weren't for this, Arios should belong to our kingdom."

"You mean, Hero..."

River, as the next Blue Lions prefect appointed by Dimir, was aware of the name of the current hero.

"Now I can tell you that Arios is a citizen of our Kingdom of Fagas."

Rogurd displayed a completely different attitude in front of River.

"It's a pity that he's become too close to the academy and doesn't consider himself a member of the kingdom."

Thinking of this, Rogurd gritted his teeth.

St. Freya Academy, which should have been merely a tool in the hands of the hero, has instead become the one that overpowers him.

St. Freya Academy is indeed the best military academy on the mainland, but it is also the biggest brainwashing factory.

"The same goes for Felix. Now that he's fallen into that woman's hands, he'll probably forget all about his origins very soon."

"You should take this as a warning and never get too close to the academy."

"His Highness Dimirli overruled all objections and appointed you as the next Blue Lion Chieftain. Do not let His Highness down," Rogurd earnestly instructed.

“I understand.” River nodded.

What he has been doing since entering the academy is to recruit students with potential from among the common people.

Compared to students from aristocratic families, these commoner students were more vacillating in their stance.

It might be just a slight gesture that could push them into the arms of another country.

The academies that impart knowledge and power to them are naturally approachable to them.

When these people come together, they become a force to be reckoned with.

Because he was doing the same thing, River understood just how extraordinary the Golden Deer Chief, who was on par with His Highness, truly was.

The empire's princess also seemed to want to gather these forces from the common people, but had to give up due to some internal obstacles.

As for Prince Dimir... it's best not to let him do such delicate work.

"Yes, not only Prince Dimirli, but I also think you are capable of serving as the Blue Lion Chieftain."

“Your Highness is an ambitious person and will never be content with the status quo.” Rogurd’s words carried a hint of implication.

"I will do my utmost to assist Your Highness."

River placed his right hand lightly on his left chest, performing a knightly salute.

After River's figure completely disappeared into the passage, Rogurd remained standing in the same spot, as if waiting for something.

After a long while, a figure silently landed behind Rogurd.

"grown ups."

The voice was deep and respectful, revealing absolute obedience to Rogurd.

"You're late."

Rogurd slowly turned around, scrutinizing his subordinates with piercing eyes.

"There are skilled people in the academy; I was almost discovered by her," the spy hurriedly explained.

"If we get caught, I don't need to tell you what to do, right?"

"My subordinate understands."

"How's it going?"

"It's all been taken care of, and no one will be able to trace it back to us."

“Hmm.” Rogurd was silent for a moment, as if weighing something. “You leave the academy now and do not contact me again until the Griffin War is over.”

Although there were still messages he wanted his subordinates to gather, Rogurd chose not to take the risk.

"Yes, sir." The spy responded, his figure blurring again, as if merging into the surrounding air and disappearing without a trace.

Then Rogurd strode off in the exact opposite direction from the spy.

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"You mean, Sigurd has become a cripple because he was wearing cursed equipment?"

Adele gently rubbed her temples with her thumb and middle finger, trying to process the heavy news brought by Alandre.

“Yes, Your Highness. I just returned from the infirmary. The physician told me that Sigurd has not only exhausted his life force due to wearing the cursed equipment for a long time and engaging in several fierce battles, but even his emblem has become damaged beyond recognition. I'm afraid he will be unable to take care of himself in daily life in the future…” Alandri reported in a deep voice.

"What were you doing all this time?" Adele suddenly interrupted, her sharp gaze fixed on Alandre.

"What does Your Highness mean?" Alandri asked, looking slightly bewildered.

Adele's eyes were fixed on him, her reproach evident. "What were you doing all this time?"

"Do you expect me to wait until he's beaten to death in the arena before you recognize that it's cursed equipment?"

"Why didn't you call a halt earlier?" Adele's voice grew increasingly stern.

“I think that since he is determined to use the cursed equipment and win the championship, we might as well grant his wish,” Alandri explained. “Anyway, it is his own choice, and even the Rafner family cannot pursue the matter.”

"Utterly foolish! It's precisely because he wasn't certain of victory that he touched that cursed equipment!" Adele rebuked sharply. "How can an inanimate object be compared to a human life!"

“Your Highness, this is more than just an inanimate object!” Alandre retorted solemnly. “It symbolizes the glory of the Empire and the dignity of the Rafna family.”

"That's what you said to him too, right?"

“No one forced him, Your Highness. These were all his own choices.”

Chapter 305 Vena: Felix has ruined me!

"...Okay, I understand. Do you have anything else to report?"

Now was not the time to break ties with the other party, so Adele could only try her best to suppress her anger.

"I have finished my report."

"Then please return. I still need to prepare for the next match, so I won't see you off any further, Your Grace."

"I'll take my leave."

Arlandley, as if he had gotten rid of a hot potato, left without looking back.

"Snapped!"

Adele slammed her hand on the table, sweeping everything off the table. Then she pounded the table again, as if that wasn't enough to vent her anger.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door.

After two calls, the other party did not wait for a response and pushed the door open to enter.

“I saw that Duke Alandre went out,” Schuster said, looking at the mess inside the room. “...It seems the conversation didn’t go very well.”

With a gentle wave of his hand, the documents scattered on the ground seemed to be drawn by an invisible force and neatly stacked back on the table.

As for the shattered ornaments, they gathered to one side and were then completely consumed by a ball of flame.

"I've been away for too long, and those people have started to get restless again."

Adele stood up from her seat, walked to the window, and gazed at the students coming and going outside, lost in thought.

"Tell me, shouldn't I—"

“I can end my studies early and return to the Empire to clear some obstacles for Your Highness,” Schuster interrupted her, speaking first.