"Dear Del Kora,

I think you should have had a great day today, and a pink day with your girlfriend is sure to be enjoyable – and honestly, it makes me a little jealous, so I've chosen to disturb you at this time of the day. Hopefully you're not asleep.

You know, Reims Academy has two tournaments a year that all students and faculty can attend – of course, the instructors and students are not in the same area – and it's a regular event, and the tournament takes place at the end of September.

Although the competition does not prohibit new students from participating, the first year students always sit in the audience, and very few new students dare to participate in the competition in the first year, and we have always believed that after more than a year of education in Reims, it is impossible for an old student to lose to a new student, no matter how talented that freshman is.

But if it's you, maybe things are going to take an interesting turn...... Maybe.

When I heard from Mentor Levi that you were going to the athletic tournament, I honestly got a little scared. Although I am a bronze, I always feel that you may not be inferior to me, and many times I am willing to believe in my sixth sense, so I am willing to treat you as an opponent worthy of attention.

I won't be in the tryouts, but I hope to see you in the main draw and beat you...... Or defeated by you. Either way, I think, it's going to be quite interesting.

If you're going to participate, you should start preparing now. I've heard about your lab class, but I want to warn you that your seniors aren't as naïve as first-year students, and their actual combat experience is not inferior to yours-

And, most importantly, you won't be allowed to bring your own items, and you won't be able to use your powerful equipment. So don't despise them, I don't want to see the eagle fall among the thorns.

I hope to see your wonderful performance.

Your friend

Svera Shadow Blade. ”

In addition to the letterhead, there is an attachment, which is a detailed list of rules for the competition, including the rules of entry and the rules of the competition. Del Cola read it carefully and imprinted everything in his mind.

He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then let out a long breath.

As expected, when the letter arrived, Del Cora was convinced that he had to attend the athletic convention, and he could no longer excuse himself. Levi still seemed to be worried that he would turn away from his offer, and directly blocked his back with Svela's letter......

How did he know that he knew Sveila and was also working under Richard? It wasn't impossible, Svera was also a very talented magician, as long as he could endure Richard's stinky temper, he would definitely benefit a lot under a Holy Magister.

But Del Cora himself would not have chosen that way...... He tugged at the corners of his mouth, if he had to choose Richard Bryant as his mentor, he would rather be a wandering mage. For him, it was only a few years later to reach the Holy Steps.

He put the letters neatly in a drawer and went back to bed.

This incident has no effect on him now. According to school rules, the official registration and qualifiers will not start until the third week, and he still has time.

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Del Cola was supposed to spend two full days with Satya, but unfortunately (or fortunately) clouds began to gather over Landmont on Saturday night, and raindrops were falling before dawn. The autumn rain is not as violent as the summer rain, but once it starts, it is difficult to stop, and the dark clouds in the sky indicate that this is not a rain that can end in a short time. Looking at the raindrops falling outside the house through the one-way glass window, Del Cora felt a little glad in his heart.

However, his rejoicing didn't last long.

The Shadow Rift opened beside his bed, and under Del Kora's horrified gaze, a heavily armed Satya stepped out with a dagger in her hand and sat down on his bed.

Delcora moved in silence, pulling up his quilt - even though he was wearing pajamas, Satya's gesture made him a little insecure.

"It's so uncomfortable......"

Satya lay on her back with a melancholy face, her two daggers narrowly avoiding Delcora's legs hanging on the other side of the bed. Del Cora sat up helplessly, grabbed her wrists and carefully removed the two quenched daggers and placed them on the bedside table, sighed, and asked, "What's the matter, my princess, why are you so sad so early in the morning?"

"Well, look at this. ”

Satya pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Del Kora. Del Cora unfolded and glanced twice, only to see a large number of inexplicably familiar contents.

"Inviting you to the athletic convention?" Del Kora's expression was a little subtle, "this is the ...... Isn't he the student president of your college?"

"It's my instructor in the actual combat class," Satya looked at the ceiling in confusion and muttered to herself, "I would have learned from you to conceal my strength if I had known...... It's all this damn bronze rank that hurts ......"

Her eyes lit up.

"Eh, you said that I am now telling my mentor that I actually only have black iron ranks, and my bronze evaluations are all fake......"

"Don't be stupid, my miss," Delkora patted her on the head, then untied her headband, letting her flaxen hair fall loose on the bed, "You're a role model for the first year of the Assassin Academy, and if you do that, all the Mentors from top to bottom will go crazy - and they have a way of telling if you're a real Bronze Blade Assassin." ”

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Besides, Mr. Rans is watching us, and we can't afford to cause trouble to Mr. Lens." Mom and Dad will scold me. ”

"Yes, they'll only reprimand you, not me. Satya chuckled, but she quickly twisted her head and said coquettishly, "Don't untie my hair every time! ”

"Well, well, not next time. Delcora replied perfunctorily, still holding Satya's two strands of hair in her hands.

"Only at times like this, you won't listen to me. Satya gave him a blank look, twisted and rolled around, pillowed on his lap, and said wistfully, "But I don't want to participate in this athletic event." ”

"Why? you must have more combat experience than they do?" Delkora wondered.

At the very least, as far as he knew, Reims Academy didn't have Sages and students to fight against each other—and the vast majority of students didn't have a bronze mercenary badge like Satya.

"Why do you think that?" Satya turned her head to look at him, "I've seen those seniors and seniors practice, and I feel that they are much better than me! Many skills that I haven't fully mastered before can be applied quite smoothly, the same actual combat training, with the same skills and skills, I am not confident that I can defeat them at all......"

As she spoke, she sighed softly.

"The ......"

He raised an eyebrow and suddenly poked Satya's face.

Poked again.

Then, he reached out and covered both of Satya's cheeks and gently kneaded them.

"What are you doing, scoundrel!"

After a long time, Satya slapped off Del Kora's wolf claws and looked at him angrily, blushing.

"I say, why have you lost confidence in yourself, and where has that energetic, energetic Satya gone?"

"I ...... I'm not worried......"

Satya's voice gradually became quieter again, "You don't know, since we were young, how can we have peers around us, although others say that we are geniuses, but geniuses can be much stronger than others? You said that I have rich experience in actual combat, but when I practiced with my parents and you before, everyone was not serious, and dealing with Warcraft is not like dealing with professionals......

Delkora listened silently to her narrative.

He never thought that the girl assassin, who had always been strong and determined, was actually a person with a little lack of self-confidence...... Maybe it's really as she said, there aren't too many peers in the environment where she grew up and can compare her, which makes her a little vague about her own strength.

"But, my dear silly girl, most of your seniors should be black iron ranks, right?"

He lowered his head and looked at Satya. Satya nodded.

"But you're a Bronze?! You're a powerful bladed assassin! You have so many powerful skills that you can only learn at the Bronze, and you've mastered the Shadow Space that most of the Silver and Gold tiers can't necessarily learn!You're the most gifted assassin of your age, Satya, you can't deny that. ”

"But ......"

"No, but," Del Cora interrupted Satya with a rare force, "you have to believe in yourself, in your talent, in your strength, in the effort you've worked on for fourteen years—doesn't that make you confident?"

It's hard to say whether Del Kora's mouth cannon worked as well as it should, but Satya did look thoughtful - in the form of a sudden suffrage of sitting up, grabbing Del Kora's hand, and then tying two of his little fingers in a knot with her longest long hair.

“?”

Delkora was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously struggled.

"It hurts!"

Satya shouted at him coquettishly.

Obviously, he didn't dare to use his strength...... Delkora could only wrap his hand around the back of her neck and wrap his arms around her in a painless position.

“...... I feel like I'm being bullied," Delcora shrugged, "So, do you want to lock my heart with your long hair?"

"Your heart has long belonged to me alone. So, I want something else now. ”

Because Del Cola wanted to accommodate Satya's posture, the two of them were actually very close. Satya suddenly reached out and hooked Del Cora's neck.

Then, under the gentle gaze of Del Cora, a kiss fell lightly on his cheek.

"Thank you for accommodating, Del Cola. She whispered in his ear, "Thank you for being willing to tolerate all my willfulness." ”

"Show yourself to the world. Delkora smiled, "If you're destined to be in the spotlight, I'm not going to cover you with a curtain." I will only stand by your side and share the cheers of the world with you. ”

"You're the best boyfriend in the world. ”

"Shouldn't it be the best fiancé?"

"Uh-huh~ TBD?"