The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

Jessica raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly.

"I see. I had doubted Anna, but it seems I misjudged her." Venere nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

"Wait a minute, you just mentioned Anna? What did she do this time?" Jessica's ears perked up, keenly catching a hint of something amiss.

“Anna happened to come to my place yesterday and saw that I was forging swords, so she gave me some advice.” Although Vena didn’t know why Jessica was so sensitive to Anna, she still satisfied her curiosity.

"She said you're different from others; you might not be interested in the things that ordinary girls like. Since you already have the Demon Blade Thousand Blades, you probably wouldn't like having another Thousand Cherry Blossom Sword either."

Jessica was silent for a moment, then asked, "So what about the Senbonzakura (Thousand Cherry Blossoms)?"

If Jessica's interest in the Demon Blade Thousand Blades is still at the stage of mere interest, it can be said that she doesn't particularly like it.

She harbored a deep aversion to demons, and even the word "demon" made her uncomfortable.

The terms "demon," "demon sword," and "demon woman" all sound derogatory.

This is why, despite having the opportunity to transfer to the Demon Academy, she insisted on staying at the Arena Academy.

If this Nine-Character Sword hadn't been a gift from Venere himself, Jessica would have liked it at most, but it wouldn't have been nearly as much as the Lionheart Sword.

However, Senbonzakura is different.

Even without ever seeing its true form, the name alone filled Jessica with anticipation.

“Anna took it,” Venere replied.

"How could you give it to her so easily?" Jessica's tone revealed her dissatisfaction.

“She gave so much.” Vina covered her face in embarrassment.

Anna casually picked up the box, but didn't lift it herself, which made Venus curious about just how heavy the box of cold iron was.

He took out the entire box of cold iron and weighed it, obtaining an extremely exaggerated weight.

From now on, if anyone dares to tell him that Miss Anna, the mascot of the Valentine Chamber of Commerce, is frail and weak, Viner will be the first to disagree.

Whose frail woman can lift two tons with one hand?

Even Viner herself felt that she owed a huge favor.

That wasn't just any ordinary iron ore; it was a full two tons of cold iron. Even if Wiener hadn't squandered all his credits, it would only be enough to scrape together a fraction of that amount.

A single cherry blossom branch is probably not even worth the interest on this favor.

“I’ll go there in person later to thank her properly,” Jessica said through gritted teeth.

"what--"

Wiener yawned.

He was so focused on going back to sleep that he didn't notice the subtle change in Jessica's tone.

"The items have been delivered. I'm going to rest now."

He casually waved to the two of them, then turned and walked towards the gate of the villa.

The temperature was a bit low when he went out in the morning, and the chill made him shiver.

But now the sunlight was shining gently and lazily on Vina's face, warm and comfortable, making him squint his eyes.

Tilisa's words suddenly came to mind: the lawn of the Silver Wolf Class was the softest and sunniest place in the academy.

"Then let's rest for a bit before heading back."

Wiener looked around and found the sunniest patch of grass.

He lay down with his back to the ground and fell into a deep sleep almost the instant his head touched the ground.

Half asleep and half awake, he vaguely sensed someone moving his body, but the movement was extremely light, as if afraid of disturbing something. Then, a familiar and soft touch pressed against the back of his head.

However, Venere, already drowsy, was too exhausted to pay attention.

......

After a long while, Vena opened her blurry eyes and saw a gentle face with a faint smile.

"You're awake?" Tilissa smiled gently.

It was then that Vina realized that the softness she had felt in her sleep was actually from Tilissa's lap pillow.

Although Listy's lap pillow was quite nice, it was a pity that Listy's figure was a bit too thin, and compared with Tilisa's well-toned and full thighs, she was ultimately slightly inferior.

“Hmm,” Vina responded, trying to get up, but Tissa gently pressed him down.

“Don’t rush to get up,” Tilissa rubbed Venus’s throbbing temples. “You looked terrible just now. It’s okay to rest a little longer.”

"Shouldn't you go back and get some rest?"

As she spoke, Wiener tried to get up again.

This time, Tilissa did not stop her, but let go of her hand and let Vina get up.

When Wiener looked up, the sun was already nearing its highest point in the sky.

He then turned to look at Tilisa, who was kneeling on the ground, and after some hesitation, he reached out his hand.

"Thank you."

Tissa stood up with the help of Venus.

"I should be the one to say this."

Although Vena didn't know when Tissa had arrived, he could tell from the red marks on her knees from maintaining the same posture for so long that it must have been quite some time.

“I still don’t understand,” Wiener’s voice was full of confusion, “why are you so good to me?”

"Isn't the reason of saving my life enough?" Tilisa retorted.

“I’m afraid it’s more than that?” Vena looked directly into Tissa’s eyes, trying to find the answer in her gaze. “We should have met before that.”

Chapter 384 This isn't bad.

The four students currently in the Silver Wolf Class can all be considered Tilissa's prized students.

Even among them, Wiener stands out as particularly unique.

Not only was Jessica often jealous, but even Lisette could sense that Teacher Tilissa seemed to be taking a little too much care of Vina.

Although Lisette has been busy training with Tilissa these past few days and has had no time to meet with Vina, she still shares some training tips with Vina every night before going to bed.

From the initial "Today was another eye-opening day," to the later "Teacher Tilissa is really strict," to the final "Ugh—Vina, am I really stupid?"

It is clear that this exceptionally talented young girl is finally struggling with Tilissa's demanding teaching schedule.

However, when it came to the issue of Venus, Tilissa always seemed exceptionally tolerant, even somewhat accommodating.

"If it's about striking up a conversation, that's a really cliché reason," Tilisa teased with a light laugh.

“I’m not joking,” Viner replied with unusual firmness.

"If it was to repay a debt of gratitude, you could have taken me with you back in Lumir Village, and we would have been even. Instead of waiting until now to remember this. If I stay in Lumir Village, are you just going to forget about it forever?"

"Even if I have a terrible memory, I wouldn't forget something like this, would I?" Tilissa shook her head in denial.

“So you did it on purpose,” Viner nodded, acknowledging the statement. “I’ve thought about why you changed your mind at the last minute for a long time, and it must still be because of that sword.”

“You say it’s Felix. That’s not right, not at all. Felix was taken away by Arios, not you.”

"But by then, you had already met Felix, so you knew that the two swords were made by the same swordsmith."

What was the truth behind that decisive battle?

As his strength increased, Wiener's understanding of the Gondorav emblem was no longer as superficial as it had been when he first started out.

He can now see more memories through Felix, including some of the memories from when Arios was in possession of him.

That's when he started to doubt Tilissa's story again.

Just as outsiders only know the story of Rufry's mutual destruction with the Frostfire Demon, but are unaware of the intricacies involved.

The hero's slaying of the sword demon is, in the end, just a sentence in the battle report.

Only those who actually experienced that battle can understand the true situation at that time.

After a long separation, the goodwill shown by Tilisa has helped Vina let go of what happened back then.

But the more this was the case, the less he could tolerate being deceived again.

This feeling is very bad.

Viner has been staying in the workshop these past few days, not showing up at all in the Silver Wolf Classroom, which may be an attempt to avoid Tilisa.

He knew that he would absolutely not be able to resist asking that question whenever he met her.

Faced with Vena's question, Tilisa sighed softly, "If you didn't have the awakened emblem, I would prefer you to continue being a blacksmith in Lumiel Village."

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Two figures darted past each other rapidly in the dim moonlight, their swords flashing, each collision producing a deafening crash.

"I never expected that what I originally intended to do was to deal with that woman, Tilisa, would turn out to be an even bigger surprise."

Sobalukai growled, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement, "Let me guess, you're the hero of this generation?"

Arios parried the opponent's attack, his eyes hardening. "You know this, yet you're not prepared to die?"

"I just feel it's a pity!" Sobalukai laughed, suddenly swinging his bone sword and stirring up a gust of wind.

"If I gave you another ten years, no, five years, I might not be your match. But right now, you're still too green."

"That's enough to kill you!"

A flash of anger crossed Arios's face, and his swordplay became increasingly fierce, even beginning to overwhelm his opponent.

Right, that is it.

Sobalukai's smile widened even more.

Its target changed after it discovered that the man beside Tilisa was very likely the hero of the present day.

Even if that troublesome woman escapes, this guy who seems to be a hero must be killed.

As the sword demon who has killed the most high-ranking human emblem users, he certainly couldn't be a brainless fool who only knows swordsmanship.

It is luring Arios into a trap step by step.

If Arios only defends and doesn't attack, Sobalukai really isn't confident he can finish the battle before Tilisa.

But after its provocation, Arios was completely enraged, and his defensive weaknesses began to show.

All that's needed is to add fuel to the fire.

"Bah!"

A sharp sword aura flashed, and a thick, purple arm flew into the air.

That was Sobalukai's arm.

"Sword Demon, underestimating me is your path to death!"

Arios understood all too well what losing an arm meant to a swordsman.

He roared and suddenly accelerated, attempting to kill the sword demon in one fell swoop.

Despite the approaching sword light, Sobalukai's smile grew even brighter.

The demonic blood spurting from his severed arm instantly transformed into blood needles, falling from the sky and heading straight for Arios.

Alius, who was already determined to win, was unwilling to stop. With a thought, a piece of armor shaped like seven flower petals appeared above his head.

Seeing this, the blood needles seemed to have a mind of their own, changing direction and attempting to bypass the petals to continue their attack.

How could armor that could cost Arios his life be simple?

The petals suddenly scattered, surrounding him.

The demonic blood, containing immense magical energy, dissipated rapidly upon touching the petals, but it also corroded six of them.

"Now you're out of options, aren't you!"

A silver light spread from Arios's sword, enveloping his entire body, transforming him into a dazzling sword light.

"I should be the one saying that!"