I’m Doing My Best To Follow My Heart

Edmond, who had disappeared from the arena, reappeared at the North end of the Academy, near the tower where the statue of Brynhildr resided.

“How is he, Master?”

“Not bad.”

The young lady arched an eyebrow as she looked at her Master with a sweet smile on her face.

“Only not bad?” the young lady asked. “If that is the case, then why is Master looking like he just suffered a loss? Did Ethan perhaps beat you in the duel?”

“He’s a hundred years too early to beat me in a duel,” Edmon snorted. “But I have to admit that I can now understand why you did what you did. I guess you can say that you made a good choice.”

“That’s high praise coming from you, Master. It seems that Ethan has exceeded your expectations.”

“Nonsense. He wasn’t even able to take a single blow from me.”

“More like you hadn’t had the chance to give him a single blow, Master.”

Edmond clicked his tongue. He didn’t know if Ethan was truly the reason why his disciple had a sudden change of heart.