"That Metal Series witchcraft just now is quite rare, isnât it?"
"Does anyone know what kind of witchcraft this is?"
"I donât know, but from its power, generally, a Third Level witchcraftâs defensive power would not be able to withstand Carlâs Instantaneous Slash."
For a moment, the onlookers whispered among themselves.
...
Carl, at this moment, was staring blankly at the hilt of his Dual-Handed Greatsword, letting out a wry smile.
"Lord Rein, I lost!"
Rein felt a slight fondness for his straightforward admission of defeat.
Just then, another young man in linen clothing, standing nearby, flushed as he stepped forward, as if he wanted to speak, but Carl stopped him with a hand.
"I believe what Lord Rein just said is true."
"With Lord Reinâs strength, defeating Greenwood with a single move is more than enough; there is absolutely no need to say such things to him."
Upon hearing Carlâs words, the young man seemed to understand something, nodding slightly.
The logic is indeed simple. Even Carl, a formal disciple, was taken down in one strike; Greenwood is simply no match for the opponent. An elephant doesnât need to, nor will it, shout at ants.
"Lord Rein, however, not everyone thinks like me, especially Sir Lambert, my teacherâs first disciple." Carl, while leaving, paused and turned back to remind.
"Thank you." Rein nodded, indicating understanding.
...
While Rein was being challenged at the Dragon Knight Reserve camp, Olena, after receiving the message sent by Major General Tatia, hurriedly made her way to the Rein Mansion.
As Rein was not present, the short-statured Matteo greeted Olena.
Being well aware of the identity of the competent lady who had visited several times before, Matteo naturally knew about her close working relationship with their Lord Rein.
"Lady Olena, Lord Rein, along with Lord Luther and Lord Halowin, went to the Dragon Knight Reserve camp early in the morning." The short-statured Matteo did not conceal from the hurried lady.
"Did Lord Rein mention when he would return?" Olena asked with a hint of worry on her face.
Seeing Olenaâs expression, Matteo immediately realized that there might be something urgent. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Lord Rein didnât mention it, but he estimated it would be at least in the afternoon; however, he will definitely return for dinner."
"Oh? At dinner time?"
"Yes, because Miss Lagaray is coming, Lord Rein will definitely return for dinner," Matteo added.
At this time, Lagaray, who hadnât yet gone to sleep, heard someone downstairs mentioning her name. She immediately got up and peered outside from the second-floor window.
She saw the somewhat familiar short-statured Matteo speaking with a competent lady but found it a bit strange why Matteo brought up her name.
However, shortly after, she heard the words âOlenaâ and immediately recalled that Rein had mentioned this person previously, seemingly his contact at the Sword Holders.
"Hmm, but this message of mine is rather important. I should inform Lord Rein as soon as possible. Hmm... Iâll head straight to the camp to find Lord Rein," Olena nodded.
Having just received news about the Secret Snake Sect, she felt it was crucial to inform Lord Rein at once.
As Olena departed the mansion and boarded the carriage once more, the driver began to slowly steer the carriage.
Suddenly, two figures in black robes swiftly approached Olenaâs carriage from the side of the road, one from the front and the other from behind.
The black-robed figure at the front of the carriage swiftly leaped onto the empty co-driverâs seat, placing a short dagger at the driverâs back neck, forcing him to halt the carriage.
This puzzled Olena inside the carriage, wondering why the driver had stopped without her signaling.
"Creak~"
The carriage door opened, and a black-robed figure nimbly dashed in like a squirrel.
"Donât be alarmed, Lady Olena, and refrain from shouting or resisting; otherwise, more holes might appear on your beautiful body," the black-robed figure said with a smile, brandishing a thin sword at Olena.
Olenaâs body stiffened; her sense of her opponentâs aura hinted at a Great Knight level. At this distance, although she had a Sorcery Scroll in her arms, she dared not use it.
Being a Second Level Wizard Apprentice, even to retrieve and activate the scroll, within a meterâs distance, required time.
She was certain she wouldnât make it in time if she attempted.
This realization drove Olenaâs heart to the depths of despair.
Had this occurred in Mingster, she would have arranged for an escort, but here in the Imperial City, at her level, she had not yet reached the point for the Sword Holder Headquarters to assign an escort.
In her mind, she assumed the safety of the Imperial City to be assured and naturally wouldnât discuss escort arrangements with Rein.
At this moment, not far away, a young lady dressed in a noble huntsmanâs outfit observed the scene with thoughtful eyes.
Apart from her outstanding appearance, her pair of shapely long legs were particularly eye-catching.
The noble maiden observing was none other than Cleya.
In fact, she had returned to the Imperial Royal Academy from Meister a while ago.
But recently, as she was at a crucial stage of enhancing her strength, she had been in seclusion within the academy.
Now, due to the activation of her family bloodline, her strength had rapidly soared to the level of a Peak Knight.
In recent days, even within the Imperial Royal Academy, the incident of the âCarverâ Harold being killed stirred quite a commotion.