Chapter 142

Chapter 142

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Hmm

The two stood silent for a moment, gazing at the fading light.

Both Euphemia and Barun looked lost in their own thoughts.

Breaking the brief silence, it was the Emperor who spoke first.

Its time to go back.

She tucked her silver hair, tousled by the wind, into her robe and turned away.

Towards the entrance where the attendants were waiting.

Barun voiced her subdued observation then.

It seems the hero has brightened up. Just like old times.

The Emperor stood tall, turning to look at Barun.

The old womans wrinkled eyes still faced where the hero had disappeared.

She looked closely at her eyes to see if she had noticed something, but it didnt feel that way.

Relieved, the Emperor responded.

Brightened up like old times?

Of course, Your Majesty.

Euphemia tilted her head.

I wonder what makes you think so.

The old woman burst into a clear laughter as if feeling ageless at the comment.

Both of you were laughing as you walked out of the cabin.

Ah.

As the Emperor reflexively touched her own face.

Barun leaned on her staff, continuing in a gentle tone.

Ive always thought there was a place more suitable for the hero than the battlefield. Didnt know it would be the academy though.

I dont think Ted would appreciate that sentiment.

He wouldnt be one to take offense at an old womans small observation, Your Majesty.

Barun imagined Ted Redymer standing at the lectern.

Passing on the strength and wisdom to navigate through these turbulent times to the young successors.

Surely shining brightly.

In the past, everyone was drawn to that light.

Even young heroes would undoubtedly be the same.

She hoped even the young ghost who had been hiding in the darkness all her life would find that light.

Sometimes I imagine the two of you born into a peaceful and tranquil era.

Thats an odd imagination.

After a pause, the Emperor asked again.

What do you think?

The same. That you two would end up becoming friends after all the fighting.

Euphemia smirked.

Mocking the Emperor, Barun, thats quite irreverent.

Please take pity on the old sheep who will soon go to the Lord even if she is not hung on the gallows. Your majesty.

What.

After showing off her Harlem jokes, the saint again shifted her cloudy eyes to the western sky.

And then she murmured softly.

I pray for the day when both of you will be freed from all obligations and responsibilities.

Euphemia murmured quietly, feeling the mingled scent of water and wind.

Thank you.

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Meanwhile, Felson was fully focused on reinforcement.

Being able to detect everything isnt the panacea. Everyone, try sending a detection spell at me just as you learned.

The children who followed the instructions let out amazed sighs.

Ohh

Felson was clearly there in front of them.

But no matter how far they extended their mana, his presence couldnt be detected.

Its one of the applications of detection, called reverse detection. It captures the mana of the opponents detection and disrupts it to conceal their presence. Special agents, like those in the Dark Division, often specialize in this technique.

He would soon be drafted into the vanguard for the East.

A son he may not see for a very long time.

Ban didnt know, but Felsons eyes turned to him whenever there was a gap during the class.

That boy

Felson smiled to the point where wrinkles formed around his eyes.

He immediately realized that his sons relationship with his classmates was very amicable.

It was a more than willing experience for Felson, who remembered the gloomy boy who used to only go back and forth between the barracks, library, and corner of the room just a few months ago.

Especially when he discovered a few female students who were somewhat distant and glanced at him, his smile intensified threefold.

Hes like me.

He also had an extraordinary popularity in his youth

Huh?

It was then that Felson realized that his sons gaze occasionally wandered to the side even as he chatted with his friends.

It was very fast and discreet, but he couldnt avoid his fathers watchful eyes.

The red-haired girl sitting by the window at the back.

Her sunlit hair sparkled like brilliant flames.

She was alone in the classroom where everyone else was gathered harmoniously, but it seemed clear that it wasnt out of dislike.

The granddaughter of the Sword Saint Her name was Leciel.

She was the only one who seemed to have a talent superior to his sons.

The overwhelming talent was of a magnitude that even he could not fathom.

He has eyes like me, looking at her

Unfortunately, the girls eyes did not turn towards his son.

She seemed lost in thought, repeatedly scribbling with a pen on one corner of her notebook while looking out the window.

Seeing the drawing on that corner, Felson couldnt help but secretly sigh deeply.

His sons talent was truly formidable.

He doesnt resemble me at all.

He couldnt help but feel a pang of regret.

Because he had never failed.

While Felson was contemplating what advice he could give to his son as a life mentor and as a love mentor, a cheerful voice rang in his ears.

Bans father! Hello!

With cheerful sky-blue hair and cute little horns popping out.

Felson greeted him with surprise.

Ah, Ms. Evans, would you like to

Would you like to spar with me after the lecture?

Is this a failure in etiquette education?

As Felson pondered how to politely decline his sons friends challenge, someone came in.

He blinked his eyes with a puzzled expression several times.

Hes already here?

The hero was smiling faintly, looking at the children from the back window of the classroom.

He was in a position where he could clearly overlook the classroom, although he wasnt visible to the children sitting in their seats.

His expression

Even Felson, who had never seen it several times, was struck by the bright face.

His eyes were filled with constant interest and affection.

It was a sight that was very reassuring as a parent and as a teacher

Haha, the members who are obsessed with the leader would be jealous if they saw this.

Whether he was using reverse detection to conceal his presence, none of the children seemed to know that the hero had come.

When Felsons eyes met his, the hero quietly placed his index finger on his lips.

Secret observation, huh.

Felson chuckled at the unusual and cute idea.

Then he would have to show his achievements so far.

Clap-

Felson clapped his hands, gathering the scattered attention of the children.

And he took out the prepared items.

It was a blindfold, earplugs, and a bag of marbles.

So, were going to do a simple exercise, is there a student willing to volunteer?

Someone raised their hand before anyone else.

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