Chapter 110

Chapter 110

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Chapter 110

After the freshman orientation, Lefia experienced a small change.

“Let’s go! Another exciting day! Let’s go to class, Lefia!”

“Let’s go, Lefia.”

An elf exchange student and an Imperial student were now attached to her side.

“Ah, alright, Eloise. I understand, so please let go of this... Heeek!”

Although Lefia hadn’t spent all her time indoors, she hadn’t been very physically active either.

Therefore, keeping up with the energetic Eloise, an elf and former military officer, and Lavrenti, a sharpshooter but also a well-trained soldier, was quite challenging for her.

“Let’s go a little slower! A little slower... Kyaaah!”

And it wasn’t just walking together, it was like having two special forces soldiers grabbing her arms and running.

It would have been perfectly fine to ask them to let go, but Lefia didn’t do that.

She knew they were wary of her, so she needed to do something to make them lower their guard. And contrary to her expectation of being lonely, being with someone like that felt quite good.

She thought that the Second Princess, regardless of her intentions, had ultimately exiled her.

But if there were people here who treated her this kindly, it wouldn’t be so bad.

“Hmm. Lefia, you’re too weak physically.”

“You two are incredibly fit! Huff! Puff!”

“No, Lefia. You’re definitely too weak.”

“Wait..!! Please, you two, just... please... stop!”

...And to be fair, it did seem a bit too much to just drag her around and make her run during her break.

After being tormented by the two professionals all day, Lefia was finally able to return to her dorm.

“See you tomorrow, Lefia!”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Eek...”

‘Is this just a ploy to get close to me? You’re not trying to torment me, are you? You’re really not, right?!’ These words kept swirling in her mouth, but she managed to hold them back.

But what if she was mistaken? Wouldn’t the other party be hurt by her suspicion? And to be honest, this approach was far better than that of ‘those’ people she met a while ago.

‘Foolish people. Do you think my sister wouldn’t see through this?’

Although distant from the position of a knight, the Second Princess was close to the throne.

Lefia knew this well. She had even considered switching sides to support her.

Perhaps if she understood politics and power better, she would have already done so.

‘...Right. Come to think of it, they said a delegation from Lasker would be arriving in a few days.’

Not long ago, hearing this news, she thought it was a rather sudden visit. There was no reason for Lasker to send a delegation to the Empire, nor were there any significant events to warrant it.

But recalling the events of the freshman welcoming party, the people she met there, and the conversations she had, she realized it might be one of the reasons.

Dishonorable. Unknightly. Unfit to lead Lasker. These were their reasons for choosing her over the Second Princess.

It was absurd. If they were going to make that choice, they should have supported her from the beginning. Why change their minds now? Was this a provocation?

Changing their allegiance after everything was done was already dishonorable and unknightly. Hearing those reasons from such people made her want to distance herself even more.

Was the Empire trying to take a different stance towards Lasker?

Were they trying to convey their intentions through this young man?

Were they signaling a potential return to hostility?

The delegation head’s concerns were not unfounded.

The words that Karl uttered next could not be dismissed as a mere slip of the tongue from a young nobleman.

“These must be the knights escorting the delegation. Hmm. Even just by looking, their presence is impressive. I heard you’re staying here today and entering the palace tomorrow. If possible, I would like to spar with the knights here. Would that be possible?”

This was absurd. A conflict with the delegation, for any reason, was unthinkable.

Even if it were a ‘friendly match,’ it would be incredibly awkward in the current situation.

Yet, the Imperial officials, though seemingly embarrassed, didn’t stop him.

Instead, they looked at the delegation and asked, ‘So, what do you say?’

Something was definitely amiss. There was no reason for the Empire to act this way.

Wasn’t this an insult to a delegation that came with diplomatic intentions?

‘Did we do something to offend them? What could have happened?’

While the head of the delegation racked his brain, the escorting knights took the initiative.

“...It’s a bit sudden, but if the opportunity arises, and if there are no issues between our two nations, we would like to accept the friendly match.”

“Is that so? Ah, for the record, the Empire has no issues.”

It was clear. Something had happened, something the delegation was unaware of, that had greatly displeased the Empire.

Otherwise, even the Imperial officials wouldn’t be acting this way!

The head of the delegation wanted to stop the knights. Understanding the situation was the priority.

However, the problem was that their opponent was from Friedrich County.

‘These people!’

The knights’ eyes burned with the desire to compete and win.

Did they want to erase their past defeats?

To break free from the specter of the Knight Crusher?

To wash away the shame and shock of that moment?

After much deliberation, the head of the delegation reluctantly nodded.

“Very well. Then, the format of the friendly match...”

“How about a winner-stays-on format? The winner of a match continues to fight the next opponent.”

“Sounds good. Then, what about the number of participants?”

“That’s up to Lasker. Two, three, or even more, it’s all fine.”

Thud—

Karl took off his coat and casually tossed it on the ground, then spun his greatsword once.

After the Kanfras, now honor-obsessed Knights.

Seriously, when will my peaceful life come? I finally left the battlefield and returned to my normal life. This shouldn’t be happening at the academy.

It’s like a happy college student returning from military service getting emotionally scarred.

“Oh, and for the record, the Empire is only sending me.”

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