However, Gwen did not relax because of this. Instead, she raised her longsword again and slashed down at Viktor.
Victor landed on the ground, his eyes fixed on the longsword that followed.
He waited, waiting for the longsword to fall.
Just as Gwen's longsword was about to strike his face, in an instant, Viktor revealed a round shield in his previously empty hand!
clang--!
A crisp sound reached Viktor's ears.
He watched as Gwen, who had taken a few steps back, shook her head, looking dizzy.
He succeeded; he successfully deflected Gwen's attack.
Victor was satisfied.
He was satisfied with the effect of the [Evil Knight], which meant that even against opponents whose melee abilities were far superior to his own, he could fight them with ease.
Gwen recovered quickly; the dizziness did not have much of an effect on her.
However, his own mage's physical condition had almost reached its limit, and he no longer had the strength to engage in the kind of confrontation he had just faced.
Viktor was panting heavily; without magical buffs, he was indeed struggling in close combat against a knight like Gwen.
So he signaled to Gwen to pause.
"take a break."
Viktor was feeling somewhat emotional.
This was the first time he had felt so comfortable since he came into this world.
The muscle soreness, the exhilarating pleasure, and the battle with Gwen brought him back to a sense of reality.
Gwen also stopped. She didn't feel tired, but she seemed a little silent at this moment.
Viktor really surprised her.
Gwen could tell that Viktor was very skilled in close combat.
His combat skills, experience, and exceptional reflexes all indicated to Gwen that his opponent was a seasoned veteran.
However, his physical abilities were simply not up to par with his combat experience.
Also, what's with that round shield in his hand?
Kefla and the other woman stopped fighting and rushed over, bringing water and towels to Viktor.
Viktor accepted it and gave a brief thank you.
He wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel and was just about to open the water bottle to drink when Gwen came over with a hostile tone.
"Drinking water immediately after strenuous exercise is bad for your health."
"..."
Viktor put down the kettle.
There was no way around it; I suddenly remembered that these were the words he had once said to Gwen.
They really hold grudges.
After resting for a while until the sweat subsided, Viktor took a sip of water.
Suddenly, Kefla pointed at herself with a grin and said...
"Victor, you seem pretty good."
"Want to practice with me, your older sister?"
Viktor was silent for a moment, then picked up the sword from the ground and patted Kefla's body, startling her.
Soon, Victor's gaze fell upon the level displayed above Kefla's head.
Lv39.
Victor ignored Kefla, stood up after resting, and looked up at Gwen.
"Let's continue."
...
Several hours later, Victor, having removed his protective gear, sat on the ground, drenched in sweat and looking quite disheveled.
Gwen sheathed her sword and said, seemingly somewhat satisfied:
"good."
"Although I don't know why you suddenly wanted to start practicing swordsmanship, if it's needed again next time, I..."
Suddenly, Gwen paused slightly, her voice becoming somewhat hesitant.
"I... um... I have time for my morning exercise..."
After saying that, Gwen felt a little upset. Would saying that make Viktor misunderstand something?
It's my own fault for being too quick to speak; Victor didn't ask, so why did I start talking?
But Viktor said:
"Thank you, I really need it."
He had rested enough, and a cleansing spell wiped the sweat off his body.
Gwen watched as Victor suddenly became dry and felt a pang of envy.
Victor nodded to her and said:
"I'm leaving now, Gwen. I still need to be Her Highness's tutor today."
Gwen knew he had something important to do, so she nodded without giving any further response.
Viktor suddenly asked her:
"Do you have any spare high-quality steel that you can sell to me?"
Steel is something a knightly family like Delin's would never lack.
After all, both weapons and armor require a large amount of fine steel to make.
Gwen nodded, but she still had some doubts:
"What do you need the fine steel for?"
She didn't think of Viktor as a potential job changer. Could it be that after being promoted to Earl, he planned to recruit some family knights for his family?
"Prepare some for me, I need some."
"Here, take this."
Victor pulled out a piece of gold parchment and handed it to Gwen.
"What's this?"
Gwen took the parchment and asked curiously.
"Once you have the steel ready, you can use this to find my location."
After Viktor finished speaking, he turned and left.
Gwen nodded blankly, standing there watching Viktor leave, a raven perched on his shoulder at some point.
Even after Viktor had walked far away and disappeared from sight, Gwen was still standing there in a daze. Seeing this, Kefla nudged Gwen with her elbow.
"Hey, still looking? Everyone's already gone."
Gwen then realized what was happening and quickly offered an explanation.
"I was just about to ask him if he had eaten breakfast..."
Upon hearing this, Kevlar began to tease her again:
"What's wrong? My little Gwen isn't angry anymore?"
Gwen turned her head away, explaining as if in a fit of pique:
"I wasn't angry in the first place."
Kefla looked at Gwen teasingly and asked in a low voice;
"Are you really not angry?"
Seeing that Gwen didn't react, she sighed again:
"Sigh, Viktor is really something. My little Gwen looked so beautiful at the party, but he didn't even come over to look at her."
Gwen puffed out her cheeks and argued with Kevlar, "I'm really not angry!"
Hearing Gwen's stubborn reply, Kevlar covered her mouth and laughed, comforting her, "Okay, okay, don't be angry, don't be angry."
However, after her joke, Kevlar's expression turned serious, and she asked Gwen:
"So, you tested Viktor?"
"Has your sense of justice truly failed you?"
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