Chapter 13: Are You Deliberately Picking a Fight?

Chapter 13: Are You Deliberately Picking a Fight?

Early in the morning, Viktor leaned against the carriage, bored, waiting for Gwen to come out of her house.

Gwen had just pushed open the door, holding a slender silver sword in her hand.

She was going for her morning practice.

As soon as she stepped out, she looked up and saw Viktor's carriage.

Gwen was momentarily stunned.

At the same time, Viktor, leaning against the carriage, nodded at her.

Gwen: "..."

He came so early?

Feeling it would be impolite to let him stand outside, Gwen thought for a moment and said to Viktor:

"Want to practice?"

"I'm a mage," Viktor replied flatly, staring at the thin silver sword in her hand.

Gwen's face turned bright red. She turned her head away and let out a small "Oh."

"Come in first, then."

With that, she ran off to the training ground to begin her morning practice.

Viktor, feeling a bit bored, stood by the training ground, watching her intently.

A knight's morning practice was nothing more than swinging and chopping with a sword to train the body.

And practicing various combat techniques, repeating them over and over.

Gwen swung her sword for a while, feeling a bit embarrassed under his gaze, and couldn't help but explain:

"Knights need to train every day, day after day."

"I didn't ask you," Viktor replied.

Gwen: "..."

So one person watched while the other practiced, in wordless silence.

After her morning practice, Gwen wiped the sweat from her forehead and was about to pick up the water pouch beside her to take a sip and replenish her fluids.

A leisurely voice came from the side.

"Drinking water immediately after intense exercise isn't good for your body."

"..."

Gwen put down the water pouch, feeling that if she drank the water, Viktor would probably nag her again.

What was wrong with him today? Was he having some kind of episode?

After the morning practice came breakfast time.

Gwen looked at Viktor, hesitated for a moment, and asked:

"Have you eaten?"

"No," Viktor answered her concisely.

Gwen: "... Then let's eat together."

Hearing her invitation, Viktor immediately set off, walking into the mansion a step ahead, his face unruffled and his heart unperturbed.

Gwen: "..."

She tried to scrutinize Viktor with her sense of justice, but all of his actions and words were honest.

"Strange," Gwen muttered, shaking her head to rid her mind of those unfounded thoughts.

In the dining room, Viktor elegantly cut his food with a knife and slowly brought it to his mouth with a fork.

Gwen ate while watching Viktor eat.

Although she didn't want to admit it, Viktor was truly pleasing to the eye. Even just sitting beside him watching him eat gave her a feeling of increased appetite.

His behavior and manners were the epitome of elegance.

If Viktor didn't count as nobility, then perhaps there were no true nobles in this world.

Comparing herself, despite being a girl, she seemed somewhat rough when eating.

Gwen felt a bit dejected, yet also puzzled.

How could such a proper and elegant nobleman do such a foolish thing that showed no understanding of propriety?

She was, of course, referring to his confession to the underage daughter of the Duke.

"..."

Well, it had nothing to do with her anyway.

Viktor had said he would handle these matters.

After they finished breakfast, Gwen put on her knight's armor.

The silver-white armor made her skin appear even more snow-white and delicate, and her exquisite, perfect face carried a cold, aloof quality.

She looked like a Valkyrie who had stepped out of the ice.

The silver sword flew out, its tip pointing directly at Viktor.

All the knights were startled. If that thing couldn't be dodged, it could be fatal!

They were about to warn him when they saw Viktor extend his hand.

What was he doing? Was he going to use magic?

"Don't! It has strong magic resistance," Gwen shouted urgently.

However, Viktor still didn't move.

Under everyone's terrified gaze, Viktor's outstretched hand suddenly grabbed one end of the sword.

At the same time, his body made a nimble turn.

The silver sword, which should have flown far, was easily pulled back.

This movement was so smooth and fluid that it left all the knights on the scene stunned.

Viktor casually twirled the sword, leaving the members of the Knights' Order dumbfounded.

What the hell?

Grand Knight Gwen's precious sword was being casually played with in his hands?

Was he really a mage???

Gwen was equally stunned, her body still in the position of reaching out to stop him.

She blinked, looking at Viktor, unable to speak for a long time.

Viktor played with the silver sword in his hand for a while, then returned it to Gwen, very humbly saying "Sorry" in front of her.

"It's been a long time since I've touched this thing, so I played with it a bit."

Gwen looked directly at Viktor, suddenly remembering their conversation from this morning, and said with some resentment:

"You know how to use a sword."

Viktor shrugged, his face expressionless.

"I'm a mage."

Of course, in his heart, he added another sentence.

"A full-time mage."

Seeing the collective shock among the members of the Knights' Order, Vega turned its head to glance at Viktor.

It seemed to understand Viktor's intention.

Because... showing off really felt good.

Gwen snatched back the silver sword and sheathed it, no longer paying attention to him, and issued an order to the Knights' Order:

"All knights! Mount up! We're setting out!"

......

Today was the first day of the prop shop's opening, and Lia was very excited, so she personally presided over the shop today.

At the same time, she had invited many 'industry insiders' to promote it.

However, the effect was not very good.

She sat in the store, watching the mages passing by outside.

Some people saw the few bottles of magic potions displayed on the cabinet outside the door and were quite tempted, but when they saw the prices, they inevitably balked.

"So expensive."

Almost all the passing mages said such words.

Lia wasn't anxious. As long as someone discovered the value of these potions, everything would be fine.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as she had thought.

Instead, it attracted many uninvited guests.

"Is this the shop?"

Lia looked towards the voice and saw several fierce-looking, tattooed thugs outside the door.

She yawned.

Here they come again, troublemakers.

Lia touched the Mage's Hand she wore, a gift from Viktor.

Somehow, at times like this, she actually thought Viktor wasn't so bad.

At least when doing business in the territory, no one ever dared to have designs on the Kravina family's business.

A cold female voice came from behind:

"Do you need me to drive them away, Miss Lia?"

"Better not," Lia said, looking at the menacing ruffians with some pleasure on her face. "If we drive them away, who will help us make a name for ourselves?"

A voice sounded from outside.

"Start smashing!"