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Chapter 127.1. The Third Year at the Academy - Martial Arts Tournament Preliminaries (1)
Chapter 127.1. The Third Year at the Academy - Martial Arts Tournament Preliminaries (1)
Markant’s prediction was correct; the weather gradually worsened.
Daily snowfall continued, and the occasional sunny spell wasn’t enough to melt the accumulation.
From what I’d overheard, a severe cold wave had struck the entire Empire.
About two weeks into this snow-covered routine, I visited Katie’s shop.
“Thank you, Alter.”
After finishing a business discussion, we were chatting over general’s tea when Katie suddenly brought it up.
Sensing the topic, I shook my head.
“I had nothing to do with it. Samini is sharp. If she thought it wasn’t worth it, she’d have dropped it immediately.
The ongoing orders are proof of your skill, Katie.”
“You’re saying nice things, but even if that’s true, a spark matters, doesn’t it?”
“If you insist, please consider it just business.”
“Unselfish, aren’t you? All right, I’ll prioritize it then.”
Saying that, Katie lifted a few sheets of parchment.
These parchments were the reason for my visit—design sketches.
Although her guidance had helped me escape amateur status in ornamentation, I still couldn’t compare to a professional, especially one so talented.
That’s why I entrusted Katie with rare materials or base accessories too valuable to risk.
“By the way, it’s almost time. Alter, which one are you entering?”
This time, I didn’t understand and tilted my head.
“The tournament. You can use both sword and magic, right?”
“Oh, is it that time already? I’ve been so busy I forgot. Since the schedules don’t overlap—both, I guess.”
Saying this, I glanced at the closed wooden window.
“Besides, with this weather, my family won’t be able to attend. I’ll just approach it casually.”
“In that case, I’ll cheer you on instead.”
“Then I can’t afford to lose. I’ll aim for the finals.”
I replied with a smile.
After chatting for a while longer, I took my leave.
When I stepped out, fine snow was falling.
Adjusting my collar, I headed home through the snowy streets of Seren.
The passersby, looking equally reluctant, trudged along the snow-covered sidewalks.
Even the craftsmen’s work sounds seemed distant.
Most winters, my [Ice Resistance 2] skill was enough, but this year’s cold was biting even for me.
Breathing out white puffs, I looked up at the dim sky.
Several days after the Breaking Axes departed, Lambert visited my house without warning.
“I won’t see you again until the tournament is over.”
He declared this abruptly and left before I could react.
It was so sudden I couldn’t say anything.
Once I regained my composure, I understood his words.
Lambert’s purpose in coming to Seren was to earn his father’s approval.
Although he already held high praise, winning the tournament would be a tangible achievement.
His enthusiasm made sense.
Lambert had grown considerably since enrolling.
At thirteen, his [One-Handed Sword 3] was impressively high, and he’d mastered skills like ‘Shield’ and offensive techniques.
Mentally, he surpassed even Felix.
Within Cartillar, including upperclassmen, there wasn’t a stronger student.
Yet, even so—I wouldn’t struggle against him.
If Harvis were in our grade, Lambert wouldn’t stand a chance, and I’m stronger now than Harvis was before graduating.
Lambert’s resolve weighed on me.
I, too, bore the responsibility of the Riedwald Baronial family. Losing wasn’t an option.
And even if I threw the match, it wouldn’t please Lambert.
A flake of snow touched my cheek, sliding off without melting.
The sensation made me lower my gaze to the sidewalk.
We both just had to do what we needed to do.
Whatever the outcome, it would be fate.
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