Upon turning a corner, Alexia finds before her a face that she is quite familiar with.
âThereâs no âwhyâ about it. This facility is mine, after all. I made an investment in that man. Thatâs all there is to it.â
Blond hair, a well-featured face, and that confident smile. It is none other than Zenon-sensei.
âWhat a relief. Iâve always that that you must have some screws loose in your head. Feels good to be proven right.â
So says Alexia while slowly backing up, one step at a time.
Behind Zenon is a flight of stairs. Most likely, that is the way out.
âIs that so? I donât care what you feel though. All I want is your blood.â
âEvery single person here keeps going on and on about blood. Are you guys researching vampires in here?â
âFor you, it might be something similar.â
âWasnât actually hoping for an answer. I have zero interest in the occult.â
âThought as much.â
âIâm sure you already know, but the Knight Order will arrive very soon. Youâre already finished.â
âFinished? Exactly what is it of mine that would be finished?â
Zenonâs smile is the same as ever.
âYour social status and prestige will be ripped from you, and of course your life too. Iâll drop the guillotine blade for you.â
âSee, thatâs not gonna happen. Because you and I will be escaping through an escape tunnel. Together.â
âWow, what a romantic invitation. But unfortunately, I hate your very guts.â
âOh, you will come with me. With your blood and my experiments, the 12th Seat of the Rounds will be mine. The status of such a position is like heaven and earth in comparison to a worthless position like âSwordsmanship Instructor.â â
â âRoundsâ? Is that what you and your group of crazy friends call yourselves?â
âTwelve knights recognized and chosen by the Order, âKnights of Rounds.â Status, prestige, and wealth, everything will come to my hands at a rate incomparable to anything before. My strength has already been acknowledged. The only thing that I have left to do is to present a tangible achievement, but that will soon be cleared too, courtesy of your blood and my research.â
(T/N: Yep this naming is a reference to the Knights of the Round Table. But the author even used katakana to indicate that he wants them to be called Knights of Rounds, so Iâm going to stick with that.)
Zenon spreads his hands theatrically and laughs.
âReally couldnât care less. More like, Iâm getting tired of this stupid conversation about blood.â
âTo be honest, if I could choose, Iâd have preferred Princess Irisâ blood, but I suppose Iâll have to make do with yours.â
âI will fucking kill you.â
âOh, pardon, you dislike being compared to your sister, right?â
ââŚâŚ!â
Alexiaâs flare of killing intent turns into the starting bell of their fight.
Her sword flies straight to Zenonâs neck, butâŚâŚ
âOoooo, so scary.â
It is repelled by Zenon at the last possible moment.
Then he also proceeds to handle Alexiaâs follow up attacks.
The two swords collide violently again and again, filling the air with sparks.
Just by looking at the exchange of blows and the two swords dancing through the air, it can perhaps be said that the two are equal.
However, the facial expression of the two are in sharp contrast.
Alexiaâs is grim, while Zenonâs is a relaxed smile.
Sure enough, the one at a disadvantage is Alexia.
After a soft click of the tongue, Alexia retreats from Zenonâs maai.
âIn the short time that I havenât seen you, it seems that youâve changed to using a rather cheap sword.â
What Zenon is looking at is Alexiaâs sword. Alexia also looks at it, albeit with a bitter expression. Although it hasnât been long since the start of the fight, her blade is already chipped in numerous places.
âMasters donât choose their sword, right?â
Alexia decides to put up a strong front.
âThatâs true. Actual masters, that is.â
Zenon scoffs.
âBut you, you are a commoner. That I can guarantee, as the Swordsmanship Instructor.â
Alexiaâs face visibly distorts.
For a split second, she looks close to tears, then the next moment it is all wiped away by a fierce anger.
âThen you keep looking. Whether or not I am a commoner.â
With another flare of killing intent, she dives back into the fray.
Alexia knows. She knows that even if she fights Zenon with normal circumstances, she wouldnât win. And now, her weapon is even a cheap, mass-produced sword. It will not last long.
However, Alexia has not been swinging her sword everyday for nothing. With her sister as a goal, she has been analyzing her own shortcomings, and pouring in effort to overcome them. And she has also seen her sisterâs sword up close far more than anyone else.
She is already capable of flawlessly tracing a tiny bit of her sisterâs sword.
Which is why she can easily pull off this move.
âHaaaAAAAHHH!â
That one attack truly resembled that of her sisterâs.
ââŚâŚ!â
For the first time, the smile is wiped off of Zenonâs face.
He is also forced to inject magic into his sword.
The two swords meet in a violent clash, then bounce back from the recoil.
The two were equalâŚâŚ no.
It was Alexia who had come out slightly on top in that exchange.
There is a single red line left on Zenonâs face.
With a surprised face, Zenon traces the cut with a finger, then confirms the redness on his finger.
âIâm surprised.â
It is pure and simple praise, with no hidden meanings at all.
âI truly did not expect you to be hiding something like this.â
Zenon continues gazing at his finger in different angles, as if to confirm the color of his blood.
âI will make you regret it if you underestimate me.â
âKuku.â
However, the smile is back on Zenonâs face.
âI am indeed surprised. But I am only surprised. In the end, it is merely a mimicry. This is far too removed from the original.â
Zenon shakes his head.
âYou sure know how to talk.â
âSince weâre at it, how about I get a bit serious?â
So saying, he takes a stance with his sword.
ââŚâŚ!â
The very air around them changes.
The magic surrounding Zenon qualitatively becomes sharper and more condensed.
âAllow me to say this beforehand. Up to now, I have never once gotten serious in front of outsiders. What you will now see is my true sword, and is also the strength of someone who will soon become a member of the Rounds.â
Then the air shakes.
âThisâŚâŚâ
The very dimension that they are on is too far apart.
This strike contains far more power than Alexia has ever seen Zenon pour into his sword.
Genius and commonerâŚâŚ the gap between the two is too vast. The unbridgeable distance causes Alexia to despair.
She acknowledges that this manâs strength might even be enough to match her sister.
Alexia has no way to defend herself from the blade speeding towards her with overwhelming pressure.
It is only due to her many years of training that at least her bodyâs muscle memory kicks in.
However, there is no clash.
Sword meets swordâŚâŚ then Alexiaâs sword simply shatters into pieces.
Alexia feels herself looking at those glittering fragments flying through the air as if it is somebody elseâs business.
As if she is looking on from far away.
The far off memories from her childhood, when she had been swinging her sword because it was so fun, flashes through her mind.
And her sister had always been right beside her.
These are memories from so long ago that she had already forgotten them.
âYou cannot be like your sister.â
A single tear falls from the corner of Alexiaâs eye.