Closing the docunts in his hand, Aiven combined the information extracted from Old Hyena, forming a rough outline of this organization in his mind.
Evil, powerful, and crazy, yet to so extent maintaining cooperation with the authorities or so powerful officials, and possibly even having so tacit understanding with the Church, it was a formidable adversary.
"What a colossal entity!"
After weighing the pros and cons, Aiven decided to take a wait-and-see approach. With a stronghold destroyed, the "Blood Hand Gang" couldn’t remain unresponsive.
After all, even a hero needs to act within their ans!
Knock.. knock.. knock..
Just then, a knock suddenly sounded on the apartnt door.
"Who is it?" Krell, still sprawled on the couch, asked.
"Is Cadet Aiven here? I am Linda, the assistant to the principal. The principal requests Cadet Aiven to visit." A female voice ca from outside the door.
Upon hearing that it was soone looking for him, Aiven opened the door and saw a female officer in a crisp uniform standing in the living room, looking at him.
"Hello, ma’am! I am Aiven. Does the principal want to see ?" Aiven was a bit puzzled. The principal, who hadn’t even shown up at the entrance ceremony for this batch of short-term trainees, wanted to et him alone?
"That’s right, please co with ." Although Linda, the female officer, was a young and beautiful woman, her voice bore the sternness of a soldier, making her seem not easy to talk to.
"Alright! Let’s go, ma’am."
Aiven changed his clothes, inford Krell, and followed Linda out of the dormitory.
At this ti, there weren’t many people on the campus. The trees rustled slightly under the night wind, adding to the tranquility. Only the footsteps of the two of them remained on the path.
Tap.. tap.. tap..
"Ma’am, this doesn’t seem like the way to the principal’s office?" After walking for a while, Aiven noticed sothing was off. Even if he had never been to the principal’s office, he knew where to find the principal.
"No, we’re going to et Vice Principal Her Highness Liweina; this is the right direction." Without turning her head, Linda kept walking.
Slightly stunned, Aiven instantly recalled the basics of the Navy Academy that Krell had explained to him before.
Speaking of who the principal of this academy is, it’s indeed possible that so people don’t know, just like in those past lives where soone never rembered their university principal’s na until graduation.
Ahem, Aiven himself was one of them.
However, in this Navy Academy, it’s absolutely impossible for anyone not to know Vice Principal Liweina, even though she’s been in office for less than a year!
Not only because of her status as a mber of the royal family, but also because, although she’s the Second Princess, she’s the first in line to inherit the throne of the Phaletis Kingdom, the indisputable next Queen!
The future Queen!
Each graduate of the Royal Navy Academy might never interact with the principal again, but they absolutely cannot avoid their future "Big Boss"!
Because, under the centralized system, the Queen is the absolute ruler of the country. In theory, the Kingdom Navy’s allegiance has always been to Her Majesty the Queen personally, not to the country or its people.....
One might ask, since the Second Princess is the first in line, what happened to the Eldest Princess?
Officially, it was stated that the Eldest Princess died unexpectedly from illness three years ago, automatically elevating the Second Princess from second in line to the sole heir to the throne.
However, when Krell discussed this, he gossiped an inside story to Aiven.
With outstanding talent, the Eldest Princess, already at the Tier 3 Extraordinary Great Knight level, couldn’t have easily succumbed to illness. At the Great Knight level, one’s body is so robust that they can directly resist poisons lethal to ordinary people, let alone minor ailnts?
The Eldest Princess rely... ahem (voice lowered to the lowest whisper)... ran away with a "wild man," leaving behind her easily accessible queen’s throne...
Nevertheless, Krell, while recounting this upper-crust rumor, didn’t really believe it himself.
Just thinking about it is absurd! What kind of exceptional or lucky man in this world would warrant her abandoning imnse royal power to elope?
"Indeed, it’s gossip!"
Aiven’s lips twitched while listening, and he simply listened without intending to ntion it to a third person. Disparaging the royal family could be a serious cri.
With his mind racing wildly, without realizing it, the two had arrived at their destination, not the vice principal’s office but a Swordsmanship Hall for cadet use within the academy.
Creak—
Linda pushed open the gate and indicated for Aiven to enter.
Both the location, timing, and reason left Aiven puzzled.
rely using his keen spiritual sense to slightly probe the area, he confird only one other breathing was inside, detecting no "eight hundred axe-bearing guards", Aiven boldly stepped inside.
"Catch!"
Whoosh—
Just stepping inside, as his eyes adjusted to the light changes, a training wooden sword shot at him, and Aiven caught it deftly in one hand.
"Co on, let’s have a match first, then talk!"
Clad in a form-fitting outfit that highlighted her graceful figure, the Second Princess, holding a similar wooden sword, slightly raised her exquisite chin, commanding Aiven, who stood stunned at the doorway.
Not knowing the aning behind this formal first eting with the Second Princess, Aiven could only clutch the wooden sword and bow slightly: "As you command, Your Highness!"
Swoosh—
With a leap, his body soared gracefully over she did in the air and landed lightly opposite the Second Princess. Facing her across the red line etched on the field, he spun the wooden sword in his hand, adopting a relatively conservative Horizontal Sail Stance.
Seeing Aiven standing symtrically across from her, precisely equidistant from the red line, Liweina’s lips curved into a smile; showing off, are we? Indeed, still a young person.
Already having the idea to personally test him, she was now even more intrigued, internally noting, ’Let show you what true swordsmanship artistry is!’
[Secret Sword Art: Night Wind!]
Aiven had just struck his opening sword stance when Liweina had already transford into a gust of fierce wind advancing towards him, leaving a long, intertwined blurred trail behind her, undoubtedly showcasing her formidable Senior Knight level strength!
[Sword Style: Floating Boat!]
As Aiven’s foot shifted, this oft-used secret technique had already beco ingrained in his bones and was second nature. His entire person seed to glide away lightly like a small craft.
But this ti, his secret swordsmanship didn’t sweep through success as it had in the past.
In the mont of their crossing, Aiven was suddenly entangled by the airflow wrapped around Liweina’s blade, causing a slight hesitation. His secret technique was disrupted, and he was forcibly hit by Liweina’s sword.
Bang—
Fortunately, balance was always Aiven’s forte; he barely used the strong sword body to withstand the princess’s ferocious strike, borrowing the force to fly backward and attempting to regain distance.
[Secret Sword Art: White Moonlight!]
Little did he know Liweina’s speed of changing moves was even faster. In an instant, as she twisted her body, her blade glead with a faint, spectral radiance. It ceased to be a person wielding the sword; rather, the long sword seed to drag her along.
Sowhat akin to a dance partner leading effortlessly in a waltz, almost making one seemingly glide across the dance floor.
Rumble—
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