"But think about it, you were also on the mountain at that time. What if the Duke had cast war magic?"
"Afterwards, how will my sister face you at your grave?"
Gwen was taken aback; she had never thought about this question before.
At that time, Erica wasn't the only one standing on the mountaintop.
She was there when she went to chase after Erica.
As Kevlar said.
Fortunately, the Duke was in charge of the magic array, and he stopped the war magic.
Once the magic is unleashed, she too will not be spared.
At that moment, Gwen thought of Viktor's words again.
It was for her that they defeated the god of the volcano.
Even without their own knowledge.
“Victor… really saved me…”
Gwen's mind became increasingly confused, and she began to lose track of her own feelings, her expression becoming increasingly complicated.
"What's wrong? Are you thinking about something?"
Kefla smiled at Gwen, her gaze sweeping over Gwen's head.
Hmm... she probably didn't use much force.
They shouldn't get hurt.
Gwen shook her head. Since she had accepted someone's kindness, there was no reason not to repay it.
After figuring everything out, she was no longer so conflicted.
Kefla smiled and nodded, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said...
"Ah! Since little Gwen hasn't taken off her armor yet, how about sparring with your sister for a while? We haven't fought in so many years!"
Gwen looked at Kefla with some surprise, some doubt, and some reluctance.
"Sister? You?"
Before she could say anything more, Kefla grabbed Gwen's hand and headed toward the training ground.
"Let's go, let's go! Let's go to the training ground!"
"Don't you need to wear protective gear?"
"No need, no need!"
...
"Huff, huff..."
Gwen knelt on one knee, barely managing to keep from collapsing by supporting herself with a sword.
She was drenched in sweat and almost completely exhausted.
On the other hand, look at Kefla on the other side.
He was holding only the sword of an ordinary knight, and he was not wearing any protective gear.
As a result, she seemed relaxed, as if she hadn't used her full strength at all.
Kefla stretched, sheathed her knight's longsword, and hung it back on the wall.
"Mmm~ Ha! It's been so long since I've had such a good time! That felt so good~"
Gwen struggled to her feet and suddenly asked:
"Sister, why did you choose to give up the path of a knight?"
"Um?"
Kefla turned around, resting one hand on her chin, as if she were thinking carefully.
"It must be out of helplessness."
"After all, my family needs my talents."
Gwen's heart sank.
Her sister, Kefla Delin.
As the eldest sister in the family, she is exceptionally talented and powerful. As early as ten years ago, she already possessed strength comparable to that of a Royal Knight Commander.
However, the older sister gave up martial arts.
She restarted her political career, constantly learning social skills and navigating the political world.
This is also a kind of helplessness.
As a powerful military family in the empire, the Delin family needed a leader who could maintain a firm foothold in politics and lead the family out of crisis.
Even though his father had countless students and disciples, there were still many who saw the Delin family as a thorn in their side.
Kevlar is cheerful, has high emotional intelligence, and excellent social skills; she is a beautiful woman loved by everyone.
He is the complete opposite of Victor.
Thus, Kefla Delin laid down her beloved weapon and became a sacrifice for her family.
Beneath her cheerful exterior, perhaps lies unspeakable pain.
"But something's not good, little Gwen."
Suddenly, her sister's voice pulled Gwen back from her thoughts.
She blinked, somewhat puzzled.
Kevlar looked at her and said with distress:
"To be honest, I'm also quite interested in your strength since I came to the capital this time."
"You... seem to have made absolutely no progress."
Hearing her sister say that, Gwen gripped her sword tighter.
She was indeed unable to defeat her elder sister, even though her sister had given up the path of knighthood many years ago.
However, she disagrees with the claim that her skills haven't improved in recent years.
Kevlar suddenly said:
"No, little Gwen, if this continues, Father might call you home for extra training. What should we do?"
Kevlar, feigning distress, darted her eyes around, observing Gwen's expression.
"Got it!"
Gwen looked up at Kefla.
Kevlar seemed to have come up with a perfect solution and said:
"Why don't you and Viktor get married on a good day right away!"
"That way, Father will definitely allow you to stay here!"
Gwen blinked.
"ha?"
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