"I think I can salvage it again......"

"Forget it, Freda." In the sword arena, two seniors, a man and a woman, seemed to be talking in a whisper. Freda, who is slender but has a sense of fitness, is the president of the fencing club, but her usual style has always made people feel that she is actually a useless flower screen, and the tall Loggins next to him is always with broken hair, and the tall Loggins is the number one master of the fencing club, but in the actual hand, the seemingly weak girl has maintained a complete victory record against Loggins, a mighty man, - there is no room for resistance at all, it can be described as completely crushing.

However, the tone of the conversation between the two at this moment looked a little gloomy, and they didn't know what was going on.

"Okay...... Listen to you. After all, you are a boy and can understand his thoughts better...... Perhaps......" Freuda sighed, "let them figure it out themselves." ”

"That's fine." Loggins nodded, and then fell into deep thought: "But...... Patrick, what's wrong...... Although he usually looks arrogant, this time, it still feels like something is not right......"

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In the corner of the playground, in addition to a few large trees that are hundreds of years old, there is also a small open space with several straw people and targets erected crookedly. And around this small martial arts arena, there is no one around, except for a good-looking brown-haired boy. He held in his hand a rapier common to the Imperial Court Sword Fighting Competition, took a deep breath, and then launched a fierce attack on the target and the straw man in front of him.

Picking, stabbing, slashing - although in the eyes of a true master, such swordsmanship is not mature enough, the strength is not precise enough, and the angle and speed are also not top-notch - but that serious appearance and attitude will still win some cheers and applause.

"Whew...... ...... "Looking at the severed straw man and the target that had been densely slashed by the blade, Alan smiled triumphantly—only for a moment, and then he fell into a sad posture.

There is no other reason - just because the obsession in my heart is too entangled.

Brecht...... I ......" he gently read the name of the excellent childhood sweetheart, and in addition to helplessness, there was also bitterness in his heart.

It's like a cruel joke - can you really have that kind of qualifications?

The dull footsteps of "......" interrupted Allen's thoughts, and following the prestige, the appearance of a figure made the loss and unwillingness in his heart aggravate a few points.

Patrick Haynes, a beautiful figure in the school, one of the most existential first-year students, an active member of the aristocratic class, and a descendant of one of the "four famous families" who has achieved good results in many courses, is wearing his neat white aristocratic class uniform, walking towards Allen with a gloomy face, holding a sharp sword in his hand, which is exactly the same style as the practice sword in Allen's hand.

Seeing Patrick coming, Alan visibly became much more nervous and flustered. After a while, his breathing became short, and the moves in his hands became unstable.

"Humph......" Patrick snorted softly, didn't look at Alan again, and walked straight past the latter, walking over to the dummy that Eren had practiced just now. Then, with a more precise and powerful move than Allen's practice just now, he smashed the straw man in front of him into pieces as if venting.

"......" Alan was silent. When Patrick appeared, all the unwillingness and anger in his heart surged into his heart at that moment. But as Patrick approached, he lost his confidence in the face of this "oppression".

Ever since that sword contest and being easily defeated by the other party, coupled with the continuous ridicule, he has been unable to hold his head up in front of this overspoiled aristocratic man, but who is far superior to him in all aspects.

I'm so useless. Alan thought gloomily, turned around and left.

“…… You ......" Patrick noticed Alan's move. He wanted to turn around and say something, but his lips moved, and he couldn't say anything.

"Ah......" He didn't walk far with his head in a muffled voice, and Alan bumped into someone headlong, and when he was caught off guard, Alan fell directly to the ground. On the other hand, the man he hit seemed to be fine.

“…… I say. "Heliga—the person who was hit looked at Allen's expression and pouted, "What's going on?" ”

Although Eren walked eagerly, his movements were actually slow in Heliga's opinion. Helliga could have avoided it—but when he saw Patrick's movements from afar, he vaguely guessed what was going on.

And he remembered that on his first day in Tolz, Patrick was somehow angry and called himself to the then empty sword arena - and the only one who stayed there to practice at that time was the somewhat timid teenager who was now next to Patrick.

It seems, what seems to have happened to him and Patrick? According to Faye, Patrick's dissatisfaction with Class VII is due to Class VII's successive defeats over Class I in midterm exams and actual combat tests - or when Class VII let Laura and Faye, two super masters. Therefore, this dissatisfaction is, in a sense, just an unintentional roar of the defeated dog - looking for Hailiga is his huge mistake.

However, if such emotions have been haunting Patrick all this time, will he not be able to think about it for a while, and vent this anger to the rest of his classmates?

For example, Alan in front of him may be such a victim.

So, after thinking about it a little, Heiliga decided to meddle in this matter a little. Although it's not a big deal, since it is possible that he played a role in this incident.

"Are you ......" Alan looked up at the teenager in front of him - it seemed to be a new transfer student?

Immediately afterward, Alan remembered the scene - although it was too far away to see it really, but Alan was sure that it was the new transfer student who humiliated Patrick that day - of course, for Helica, it was simply playing, but in Allen's opinion, it was a complete and complete hanging.

"Heliga." Helliga briefly introduced himself and reached out to easily pull Alan off the ground, "I'm sorry...... Crashed into you. Are you okay. ”

"No...... I'm fine. Alan smiled reluctantly, such an existence is even more of a person who can't climb high, "It's me who walked carelessly......"

"Nothing...... Ah, by the way, I'm looking for a venue for the fencing club right now. "I've heard that Senior Loggins is very strong, so I want to ask him for advice...... Do you know how to get there? As you know, I've only been here for a week and I'm not very familiar with this place......"

"I know." Alan was gloomy, he should not be qualified to go back to that place, "just ......"

"Great." Heliga's eyes lit up, so let's hurry over now—

"Hello?" Alan was shocked to find that he was now being passively dragged away, and he was completely incapable of resisting.