On this day, when Frick saw Curt again, it was already time for everyone to finish their lunch, and his face looked much haggard. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He didn't seem to have had time to fill his stomach with lunch, and not only him, all of Linester didn't show up in the dining room. The sorcerers went about their business, and Aculi locked himself in his room once again after eating something casually.

He changed into a black armed suit depicting the crow coat of arms that symbolized the Leinster family, which appeared to be a formal attire worn to formal gatherings. If you add a collar of armor made of light metal, his outfit will not disgrace his family name even when attending banquets in the imperial capital.

From a heraldic point of view, the crow is often a symbol of knowledge and wisdom because of its hobby of collecting - like the famous sorcerers born of the Leinster family. But in some remote corners, it also contains the meaning of being able to adapt to the natural environment and survive.

Curt Leinster may be one of the few heretics in this family full of wizards, but he is also using his innate abilities in his own way. It's hard for Flick to tell exactly how he views his family, but his behavior does differ from what is widely known as Leinster.

The reason why Flick doesn't hear his name in everyday life anymore is because he barely has the chance to cross paths with Curt Leonster. As a scrivener, he could always see Urs's name in scholarly journals and books, but in order to reach the upper class, he needed to have a certain position in the social world.

In fact, Frick now has almost no chance of joining the social world—neither fame, nor family background, nor the connections and money to support upper-class social interactions. As for Curt, he had already become famous in the upper social circles of the imperial capital, and even almost obtained the status of a knight because of some credits.

He lived a completely different life from him from the beginning, and even if most of the nobles of this era did not have the same glory and power as before, it was not comparable to the lower officials in his scrivener system. Perhaps he was lucky enough to be appreciated by Sir Leinster now, because if he could do enough in front of the old crow, he would have gained a stepping stone to integration into the upper class.

It would be tiring enough, if such behaviour were to become "routine" - and at that point it would not only be necessary to maneuver around the "elegant" halls with those who almost always wore masks, but would probably have to perform in absurdist theatres at Sir Leinster's behest.

Just thinking about that scene made Frick feel for a moment the stupidity of wanting to live a similar life. What's more, if he had been introduced to join by Sir Leinster, he would have been seen as part of this faction by others forever.

If Curt Leinster had been on that battlefield for a few years, it would not be incomprehensible that he would still have an acting smile on his face. It's not offensive for a person to smile all the time, but it's a little scary to be able to make a disguised smile look like it's real.

However, Curt in formal dress obviously did not plan to attend the banquet now, but only brandished his long knife again and again in the corner of the atrium, doing daily combat training. Lizzie Leinster didn't know where he had gone, and there was no movement in the atrium except for a few large crows croaking on the rocky hill behind him.

The long knife swept at different angles over the wooden dummies standing around him, leaving scars on the dry pieces of wood and the pieces of iron on the nails. During training, Curt didn't inject magic into the long knife, but with the sharpness of the long knife itself, it was enough to tear through the iron sheet that was not strong enough.

The wooden men were not just standing on stakes, they were not equipped with proper armor, but they were equipped with heavy blunt weapons such as winghead staffs on their limbs, and attacked Curt mercilessly. Those wooden figures were clearly battle puppets created by the magicians, and although they only possessed basic fighting instincts, they were still not opponents to be taken lightly with the momentum of not being afraid of death and the strength to crush rocks.

There were a total of twelve battle golems - if not counting the fallen logs - and all of them were armed with the heaviest weapons. Greatswords and sledgehammers, which are infunctional to humans, are as easy in their hands as children's toys to smash into the enemies in front of them.

Even if Frick tried his best to fight these battle golems, he would probably only be able to escape before they were completely defeated. It's too difficult to navigate between the wooden figures with the same ease as Curt and fight back through the dead spots surrounded by enemies.

Curt's fighting style in front of Flick's eyes was clearly not honed to work with a team, the kind of swordsmanship that swung the long knife at his side was completely unconcerned about the comrades standing next to him, and the blade was almost two arms long enough to cut everything it touched in two.

Frick had been involved in some hand-to-hand combat training in the past, but neither a saber nor a staff could swing so brutally in the middle of the battlefield. The tall, lanky figure walked lightly through the snow, and the air blade produced by the blade alone was enough to leave a scar several inches deep on the wooden figure.

As Frick got closer, Curt had already used his long knife to cut off several wooden figures that had hit the edge of the knife, and even the metal plates nailed to the wooden blocks were torn in half by the blade. All he could see was a flash of the sword, and in an instant, the wooden figures turned back into the ingredients they were made and scattered across the snow.

It only took a few seconds for the clumsy wooden figure to be disintegrated into unrecognizable pieces by the blade in the misty silver light. Before the last enemy could turn around, Curt suddenly took a deep breath and raised the long knife that had been withdrawn from his side above his head.

Whew――

The surrounding air seemed to be confined to the long knife at this moment, and at the same time, it was released at a speed dozens of times faster at the moment when the long knife vibrate. The silver sword light flashed like a meteor, and the wooden man, who was about to turn around and swing the final blow, was precisely cut in half from head to toe.

At least at this time, Curt Leinster's face finally stopped maintaining a "kind" smile, and just swung every knife with a blank face. He was so calm that even if there was no killing intent in that slash after slash, it would make people feel the pressure of being speechless.

The fluid movement ended with a shallow exhalation, and the air that was inhaled into the body was squeezed out of the lungs in one breath. It was only then that he finally regained his usual relaxed look, as if the battle golem he had dismembered was really just a pile of wood.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Leinster—perhaps you don't mind me calling you Mr. Curt? ”

Seeing Curt slowly retract the long knife into the scabbard, Flick greeted Curt from afar: "I saw you here from a distance for combat training, but I really didn't expect you to have this level of power even if you didn't use magic...... Presumably he didn't use all his strength when he confronted the sorcerer in the mixed building, but now that he thought about it, it was a wise judgment that he chose to retreat at that time. ”

From the bottom of his heart, he felt respect for the strength shown by Curt, because he was convinced that even if he worked hard for another ten years, he would not be able to reach the level that Curt had shown in the field of swordsmanship. Even if you don't want to admit it, there is a very clear gap between them.

What's more, Curt didn't even use any magic in the previous simulation battle - presumably to exercise his actual ability. If he had unleashed the same powerful magic he had used against the inhuman mage, the battle would have ended much sooner.

"Oh, please don't make fun of me, this level of swordsmanship is actually just some showmanship, and the enemies you have to face in actual combat will not be like puppets to cut me honestly. However, Curt only shrugged his shoulders and said with some embarrassment, "Although I have some magic, but my brain is really not very good, although Lizzie has been chasing me to read a book, but to be honest I can't understand the strange theory on it at all." ”

It was precisely because he clearly recognized that he had serious shortcomings in learning spell theory, so in order to make himself useful, he chose swordsmanship. After all, this aspect is relatively simple and straightforward compared to spells that must understand the composition of phenomena and basic logic.

Although it is said that possessing strong magical powers is a prerequisite for becoming a good magician, there are sometimes cases where people with sufficient magical powers are unable to understand deep magical theories. This is not a strange thing, after all, the profound knowledge of a mage is not something that can be mastered by a foundation of magic.

In hundreds or even thousands of years of history, there are certainly a lot of such partial talents, and some of them have special talents that are probably more than the famous great magicians. Gradually, scholars began to do a lot of research on how to make them use magic effectively.

From the transformation of magical energy that simply uses magic to strengthen the body, to the infusion of magic into weapons, to the emblem and engraving that only a few people can master...... Warriors with powerful magical powers once became killing machines on the battlefield, with many mixed names.

If Frick's casual remarks are true, then he should be such a special talent, even if he is called a "monster" by some.