"Alphonse! Get down here! Tell me now..."
Priscilla called out from below the tree, but the young man in the tree ignored her and remained unmoved. It wasn't until the girl rolled up her loose sleeves, preparing to climb the branch herself and pull him down, that things changed.
"You're being too reckless! Trying to climb a tree while wearing a gauze dress? Hey..."
Alphonse reluctantly put away his wine jug and his gazing into the distance, then jumped from a height of three meters, landing lightly on his toes.
At this moment, Priscilla focused her eyes, wanting to take a good look at this companion she hadn't seen for seven years.
His companion was no longer as short as before; back then, Alphonse was only the same height as Priscilla.
When he returned to see Priscilla this time, he was already a head taller than her.
Priscilla had to look up slightly to get a good look at his face.
A black ribbon was tied around her forehead. Her snow-white hair, which had been grown for many years, was braided and tied at the back of her head.
His blue eyes, as always, retained their gentle color;
Today, upon our reunion, a new, resolute spirit shines through those eyes.
Alphonse's eyes felt like a calm lake, undisturbed by any wind that might blow through the two holes.
After removing his heavy armor, he was wearing a plain black cloth shirt that extended all the way to his knees, making him look like a young adventurer from out of town.
Similarly, a black glove was put on his left hand. Priscilla vaguely remembered that there was a crest engraved on the back of his left hand. So the purpose of the glove was obvious: to cover up the crest.
In every aspect, he has lost all his childishness and has matured a lot.
"What did you just ask me to tell you?" Alphonse muttered to himself, "Actually, there are many things I don't even know where to begin..."
Priscilla was eager to know what had happened after they parted ways in the Emerald Snow Forest.
Where did Alphonse go during those seven years, and what other small questions remain?
Without hesitation, Alphonse replied casually, "That time, ever since we parted, I've been running towards the cliff... Actually, the way I was trying to escape was by jumping off the cliff. Because there's a lake below, if I had jumped, I probably wouldn't have died."
"I knew it! You lied to me!" Priscilla clenched her fist and roared, "If you had been with me then, you might have been saved by my father!"
"But if that happens, I won't have the chance to meet my master."
Alphonse caught Priscilla's fist, which she angrily pounded on her shoulder. "Without my master, how could I have defeated that giant of the southern barbarians today?"
Priscilla forcefully pulled her hand away from the young man's, saying, "If I had been under the 'tutelage' of my father and Van, I might have achieved even more than I have today..."
"Haha, you must be joking. My master, Zeraya, is a woman renowned in a foreign land as the 'Female Sword Saint.' Otherwise, how could I have won my duel with Vanrexor today?"
Alphonse smiled proudly at his victory. Priscilla felt that Alphonse's casual manner and slightly childlike personality had remained unchanged to this day. These two traits, while considered weaknesses, could also be seen as strengths…
Although she had never seen the "Female Sword Saint" or heard of her name, Priscilla admired her just as much as her disciple Alphonse had performed well today, and appreciated her effective teaching.
"Your master is truly amazing, and so are you. Putting aside that wretched giant—you actually managed to beat Fan in the sword fight!"
He's the king's adopted son, an unparalleled light mage, and an unmatched swordsman in the duchy. But you're cheating! Using your defensive short sword to defeat your opponent!
"What? Didn't we say we were going to have a 'sword' contest? A short sword is a type of sword, isn't it?" Alphonse patted the area on his right hip where the short sword was hidden.
“You…” Priscilla’s face flushed red with anger for the second time today. She snapped, “You’re talking nonsense! Don’t use that as an excuse for your foul! Humph.”
Seeing her seriousness, Alphonse was puzzled, then burst into laughter. He laughed at her for not understanding the mysteries of the "sword".
The broad definition of a sword encompasses almost all long weapons.
Any weapon whose blade is longer than its handle and whose attack methods include slashing, chopping, and thrusting can be considered a sword.
As for "chopping," the attack method of a wooden stick is chopping. It just doesn't belong to the category of sharp weapons, so in Alphonse's concept of a sword, a blunt weapon like a wooden stick can still be considered a sword.
Naturally, a short sword also fits the concept of a "sword." As for its use, he believes it depends only on the occasion and is not absolute.
"Hey, isn't your golden short sword supposed to have the same blade and hilt length?"
"It's the prototype of the Extreme Ice Holy Sword 'Danrityll.' After the magic is released, an ice blade will be generated and seamlessly attached to the blade of the short sword. It is indeed a sword."
Seeing that Alphonse's explanation was so logical and reasonable, Priscilla simply couldn't refute it from any angle.
But deep down, she still felt resentful about Fan's defeat.
"Look at your smug look, it's infuriating! I suddenly really want to defeat you myself and deflate your arrogance."
Priscilla looked directly at Alphonse and made up her mind.
"Sure, I'm always ready!"
At the same time, Alphonse felt that Priscilla's stubborn temper had only increased.
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