Similarly, Lutiel’s breaths went back to a steady pace, the man unable to contain his curiosity. “Was that magic?” He asked swiftly, watching her pull the already dried panties back on herself.

  The girl smiled after standing upright, correcting her glasses a bit before finally locking eyes with him. “It was. I made the blood inside your cock retract. You should feel less excited already, no?”

  Nodding at the words, she swiftly omitted his face, turning back towards the oven doors before opening them right after. “Tell me, what do you want to know about magic?” Adding whilst grasping the glass from inside with bare hands, she put the ready fish on the sink before keeping her attention on the pans.

  “The basics. I’m not sure if I will ever be able to use it, but I still want to understand it,” he said after a brief ponder, making the girl agree faintly whilst filling out two plates.

  “Well, who knows? Like you said, it’s better to know even if you won’t be able to use it.” Shutting her lips as she finally turned around, with two plates in hands, Raeyine put them on the table, having already restored it to its pristine condition.

  “However, how about we start from tomorrow? It’s a bit late already, and I still need to train on my own,” she said, prompting him to nod briskly.

  “I have no issues with that,” he said, quickly grasping onto the silverware she had placed near him before glancing at the hefty piece of pale orange meat, browned along the top with two slices of a lemon and herbs sprinkled around.

  “Thank you for the meal,” he added, promptly digging into the meal.

  …

  The blade fell ahead of itself, shaking vehemently as it met a sturdy wall in the form of a wooden sword. Stopping his offense in a facile manner, Folvana pried it to the side through a slash of her own, moving nimbly while targeting his figure.

  Yet, the man and his clenched jaw quickly brought the sword back, blocking the attack. Skidding through the grass ever so lightly, soil revealed itself, however, he was able to stop it. At the same time, a new slash came out from his arms, loosening the girl’s grip.

  Stepping forward quickly, he thrust the tip straight at her face, for it to simply part her red hairs, the girl dodging effortlessly.

  The head of the man lowered itself faintly, seeing a foot travelling right to where his ribs were placed. “Haa,” Lutiel spat out, raising the right knee to block the kick before placing the sword horizontally and ahead of himself.

  Right after the physical attack, her sword fell towards the middle of his head, ringing soundly as it met with the shining metal. Gritting his teeth and tightening his footing, Lutiel slashed upwards before disrupting the girl’s stance completely.

  With arms up in the air, Folvana quickly tried to move them down, however, Lutiel’s purple eyes screamed to her. His blade’s tip traveled all the way towards her pinkish skin, arriving right before the neck. Yet, just a whisker away from her skin, the sharp cusp hesitated, simply staying there as he looked at her solemnly.

  “Are you not going to wound me?” The girl asked, her arms remaining in the air.

  “There is no reason to inflict meaningless pain, no?” He asked swiftly, beginning to retract his weapon. Though, his eyes widened a breath later.

  “Wrong,” she said, delivering a nippy kick to his stomach and making him fall down to the grass, lying on his back. Before he could even feel the pain, she was already sitting on top of him, her weapon pointing its dull shades right in the center of his brows.

  “Ugh,” the man groaned whilst glancing up. Turning to the eyes however, Lutiel only saw her amused smirk stand out.

  “No pain is meaningless, mind you,” she said, slowly getting up from the position. “Stand up, we’re continuing. You have too little injuries on yourself,” the mutter easily went over to his ears, making him sour up somewhat, but he quickly did as she said.

  Yet, still he hadn’t put on a stance once his shoes mingled with the verdant blades. Rather, he stared at the lady’s image, ruminating on it for a while.

  “What is it?”

  “Were you not using magic to enhance your strikes?” Disrupting the winds, his question made little changes around the lady’s face.

  “Maybe?” She said, plain eyes glancing into him before he simply shook his head after a sigh. Seeing his reaction however, Folvana painted a faint smirk. “Did you enjoy the feeling of victory? Even if it dissipated right away?” Asking suddenly, his position turned awry, the face ruminating speedily.

  Seeing his lips part away however, Folvana’s image lurched forward. Appearing right before him with a single, strong step, she made his teeth grit tightly.

  Looking at the sword coming at him from above, Lutiel’s body moved desperately into a faulty stance. The arms near his hips swiftly turned in an arch, making the dummy weapon fall upon the flat part of the blade.

  A groan crawled out of him immediately, feeling the brunt wholeheartedly. Pressing down on the man as if a boulder hit about, her student could only grind his teeth harsher whilst feeling his arms give into her prowess.

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  Tipping the blade over, her blunt sword slid down its edges before gaining freedom. Folvana slashed towards the sky right as she escaped, allowing no maneuver of his to blossom out.

  Shackled on top of the hill, a dangerous sight headed straight at his head before leaving a somewhat deep gash around his right cheek.

  “A first strike to the face after a full ten minutes. You’re getting good. Though only at defense. I’m still perfectly fine,” she played her tongue through the winds, however, the man could only stare at the grass before raising his head again.

  Despite the crimson fluids coming from his face, Lutiel no longer lost sight of the girl. Rather, he was already in position to slash or pierce through her face, his hands raised above the shoulders. “That’s a nice look, but it won’t do anything to me, will it?” Adding whilst her own figure descended into a pose, the images flashed through his corneas.

  The girl rushed across the space anew, an eyebrow raising itself in the meantime. Covering half of their distance, the man’s feet sprung into action. Resuming a straight face, she swiftly stopped her slash, turning back to keep the sword beside her thighs.

  Only starting to attack once the two met a step away from each other, she still looked dubiously at her student. Yet, her mien turned subtly after he attacked first.

  The weapons stopped the movement of each other, but Lutiel’s sword had definitely come closer to her body, making Folvana put on a mellow smirk as they stared into the other’s eyes. Kept in a standstill for a few breaths, she wouldn’t break their locked gazes, not moving her figure in the slightest.

  “Are you finally giving up? Just injure me, Raeyine will easily heal it,” she said softly, almost whispering. However, an opposite reaction came instead. Furrowing his eyebrows, Lutiel suddenly faltered.

  Not hesitant at all, Folvana came in with the sword, piercing through his right shoulder before he staggered back, grunting painfully and catching the wound with his left hand.

  “Haa,” a deep breath left his nose, promptly changing his glance between the bloodied palm and the ready girl. “You… really… haa,” muttering under his breath, Lutiel sighed before once again readying himself.

  ‘Why can’t I just hit her? Damn it!’ He cursed through his mind, just to stop as she moved again already. Starting to run like prior, she was the first to slash at him this time.

  Watching the sword come from the side, Lutiel slashed from above, meeting the in the same way as before.

  “Are you scared of hitting me? Do you hate the smell of blood? Or the feeling of piercing through someone?” She kept nagging him, but the man made sure not to fall for her words.

  Alas, Lutiel simply couldn’t do it.

  Before he knew it, he was already lying on the ground, his figure sprawling through the grasses whilst a faint, hollow point appeared in the middle of his forehead, from which a streak of blood flowed down.

  Breathing out harshly as he laid there beat up, he glanced up to the side suddenly. Despite the murky skies, her figure still cast a shadow over him. Descending slowly, she lowered her thighs closer to the calves, though the girl didn’t wet her bottom through the grass unlike the man.

  “I think I know your problem,” she said suddenly, stretching her hand out closer to his forehead before hovering her palm over the wound. Immediately, his face scrunched up, however, the wound no longer spilled out blood, a coagulated layer covering it on the surface.

  Letting the answer settle within him for a while, Lutiel scoured through the space, arriving at her golden eyes glancing directly at her disciple. “Really?” He asked, only for the girl to share his reactions.

  Silence sprawled through her as the hair swayed lightly, watching ahead with an indifferent expression. “You’re scared of hurting another being, but more importantly, you think that just the slightest touch of yours will make them die,” she said, only to witness him furrow his eyebrows.

  “What? But, I…” He started speaking, only to simmer down as he fell into his own head. ‘No, I almost killed Randall because I didn’t think properly at that time. The twins, I had no problem with them because I still treated demons as evil. It all spiraled out of control before the ball,’ he mused, keeping the girl in silence as he stared away at the gray clouds.

  “What you’re fearing is natural. A sword is a sharpened metal. It’s easy to kill people with it, however, only if you don’t know what you’re doing,” she swiftly explained, resting her forearms on her knees whilst leaning over him. “Still, I still think you’re at an abnormal level of that.”

  “Why?” He asked suddenly, turning back at her eyes.

  After a moment of silence, she finally spoke. “Because you’re actually capable of that. You were able to cut through the wolf as though it was lard. You know it subconsciously, which is why you start hesitating at the slightest thought of landing a blow. Still, that doesn’t exclude the possibility of you simply not wanting to kill.”

  “Ahh,” Lutiel muttered, leaving his mouth open faintly whilst staring at the golden gleam around her. “What can I do, then?”

  Staring into him as his question reverberated inside her ears, Folvana put on a somewhat amused face. “Get beaten up,” she said with a forced smile, closing her eyes before Lutiel could only sigh again.

  Promptly, the girl stood up, taking a free hand and grasping his fallen body. “Stand up before I start attacking,” she uttered, making him groan meekly whilst pulling the man up.

  Eventually, he stood against the hill, readying himself with the sword before glancing deep into the girl.

  She ran at him immediately, making him grip the sword tighter. Yet, as she appeared a few steps away from him, her figure flickered, overlapping with a certain girl as the weapon in his hands headed for her. Quickly, he dropped it to the ground, falling down on his knees before the stomach churned its way out of his mouth.

  With the same, stern face, Folvana’s sight trickled down towards the man. With a deep breath, she simply let him do the deed. And, as he finally cleared his mouth away, the girl resting the wood along her shoulders finally spoke up. “Let’s end for today. Yesterday’s events are clearly lingering in your mind.”

  Not waiting any longer, she promptly turned around, in the mansion’s direction.

  “Wait,” he said suddenly, making her stop just a few steps later. Turning around abruptly, she stared at his solemn expression, listening intently to the words. “I want to keep going.”

  Not doubting the gravitas of the man, Folvana turned around fully. Without waiting any longer, she put on her stance, Lutiel following her approach. “I’m gonna ease the attacks because of your state,” her voice briskly traced through his ears.

  “Alright,” he muttered softly, firming his grip on the sword’s hilt.

  Spryly, they walked towards each other, a solemn grasp of the sparring partner in their eyes. Soon, a thud escaped the wind as the blades fell against one another one more time.