Chapter 46: Chapter 45 Don’t Bla _2
Celia was wiping her tears at this mont, her eyes red and swollen, and with her simple elegance, she appeared pitiful and evoked sympathy. Although Sonia was confident in her superior looks, Celia had the advantage of temperant, atmosphere, and tear-stricken makeup; Sonia couldn’t surpass her no matter what.
“Ingrid, I’m skipping class.”
“Mm,” Ingrid also expressed her understanding.
However, just as Sonia was about to leave the Practical Combat Hall, a thunderous shout shook the dust off the ceiling.
“Felix, co here!”
A tall, black-haired Sword Master shouted loudly, “You dare to toy with my sister’s feelings, surely you are not too cowardly to show up?!”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone’s gaze imdiately turned to Felix and Sonia. Felix, however, remained calm. He seed accustod to such incidents and stepped nonchalantly into the Practical Combat Hall. Sonia, after an internal struggle, also gave up the idea of running away—she couldn’t leave without saying a word, as that would signal cowardice, and running away would be a concession.
In the countryside, cowardice and concession only make it easier for others to bully you.
The sa is true in the big city.
Rural mice and city mice don’t differ fundantally when it cos to shortsightedness.
“Lauren, Celia, good morning,” Felix nodded to them. “Would you like to join for lunch later?”
“Forget it. Just looking at your face makes want to puke.” The black-haired Sword Master didn’t give the Vosloda young master any face, “Draw your sword. Let’s see the backbone of the Vosloda Family.”
Upon hearing this, the nearby students began to whisper among themselves, and Ingrid couldn’t help but exclaim silently, “It’s actually Senior Lauren!”
Thanks to Ingrid’s introduction, Sonia learned that this Senior Lauren was also a notable figure, a third-year swordsmanship prodigy. Although not favored by Professor Trozan, he had beco an apprentice to a certain Gold Sword Master and had already beco a One-winged Silver Sword Master a year ago, a mber of the Sword Flower University competition team!
Although he was from a mid-tier noble family, Lauren’s future held at least the rank of Two-winged Gold, bright prospects, naturally not requiring respect for a re Vosloda Family young master. Those who fend for themselves have firm resolve.
Lauren and Celia weren’t biological siblings; their fathers were brothers, and because they attended the sa school and grade, they got along very well. It was almost Lauren’s duty to stand up for Celia.
But Felix didn’t rise to the challenge and instead looked at Celia, “Senior sister, is this what you want?”
Others might think Felix was backing down, but Sonia knew he was genuinely puzzled—as soone who could change girlfriends four tis in a month, Felix naturally didn’t harbor feelings for them, thinking the won approached him understanding this. Hence, his licentious behavior had never caused problems before.
However, Sonia noticed the way Celia looked at Felix and understood everything.
What had started as a casual affair had turned into real emotions for Celia.
Only genuine feelings could explain Celia’s current irrational behavior, severing the last threads between her and Felix and engaging in futile actions.
Emotions are the most unpredictable things. Even Hunters sotis step into their own traps.
Won always assu they are the last one; n always believe they are the first. Those ensnared losers always hold unrealistic fantasies.
Without a response from Celia, Felix turned to Lauren, “Senior Lauren, do you an… you want to give a beating?”
“This is the Practical Combat Hall. Let’s have a real combat training,” Lauren said with a sneer. “The Healing Institute is next door, and I’ll hold back as much as possible, so the Vosloda Family won’t lose a promising young mber. You’re not scared, are you?”
“Good, very good. How could I possibly be scared? It’s just a first-year student sparring with a third-year. A Sword Master who beca a Mage just a few days ago versus a Senior who’s been a Mage for over a year. Why would I be afraid?”
Felix revealed a row of white teeth, each sentence accusing Lauren of bullying the weak. As a noble’s son, he was no fool. How could he fall for such an obvious provocation?
The surrounding students clearly disapproved of a fight with such a disparity in strength. This was no different from bullying. However, Lauren’s expression remained unchanged, his gaze shifting from Felix to Sonia.
Sonia suddenly had a bad feeling.
“Felix, I heard you recently gained a beautiful ‘nice junior sister,’ and the two of you even summoned a Technique Spirit during battle. Your relationship must be ‘good,’ and your personal connection ‘deep,’” Lauren said sarcastically, emphasizing his words. “As a senior, of course, I wouldn’t bully the young. I’ll give you the chance to gang up on —since I’m taking this up for Celia, it’s not enough to just challenge you, Felix. Let’s have your junior sister join as well!”
“ against the two of you!”
Although Lauren didn’t say it outright, every sentence he spoke hinted at the sa subtext:
I’m going to beat both of you, you despicable couple!
Sonia’s current mood was nothing short of wanting to smash the head of the Observer—how did she, a bystander who prided herself on integrity, get dragged into this ss?
Now, all eyes were on her, including Felix’s.
Sonia’s gaze shifted. She did not step forward, remaining beside Ingrid and looking puzzled, “I’m sorry, Senior Lauren. I don’t understand what you an—although I study with Felix under Professor Trozan, we don’t have much personal contact. This is your private dispute, and I have no reason to get involved.”
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