Chapter 128 - bat Test with the Por Bear Golem

  Phill:

  One of my duties as a member of the royal guard was to supervise the admissio for Apsalon Academy, held annually in the Royal Capital. It was a tradition for us to be involved, after all, the future students of that academy would fill important roles in the kingdom, many beie soldiers and mages.

  I had udied at Apsalon myself, but I was fortunate enough to attend the Capital Academy, which already pced me in a solid position. Still, I knesalon Academy was the real cradle of the elite. Most of the Asalon Knights, our most prestigious warriors, came from there.

  These kids… born with silver spoons, with magical bloodlines running through their veins.Tsk.They don’t know real battle.

  I smirked at the thought. Here, in this arena, was the only pce I could truly let loose and show these young mages the differeween us. It was a rare ce to beat some seo these noble brats without causing too much trouble. It was almost therapeutic, a ce to have a little fun.

  “Here’s your file, sir. Just call out the names when ready,” said an elf as she handed me the dot.

  I’ll never get tired of looking at these elves... Those pointed ears, that calm beauty. Makes me wonder what an elf would taste like... Too bad they prefer to stick with their own kind.

  The arena was rge, divided into separate bat spaces with protective barriers to prevent spells from interfering with the other matches. I g the name of the one I’d be evaluating—or rather, knog around.

  "Nathan Evenhart... Where have I heard that name before?"

  Viktor Saul:

  I had just finished a bout with a soldier, and the oute was exactly as expected.

  "Done! You win!" the elf judge announced.

  "Whatever..." I muttered, walking out of the arena. A few students eyed me with curiosity and admiration, but I kept my expressioral.

  "He didn’t even care…" I overheard someone whisper.

  "Who is that guy? Did you see him use his elements?"

  "Keep it down. That’s Viktor Saul, the Duke of House Saul."

  I smirked inwardly as I heard my name being whispered while I climbed the stairs to sit and watch the other matches. I am Viktor Saul, and I carry the reputation of being a prodigy. I wield two elements: fire and water, a tradictory yet devastating bination in battle. What makes me even more dangerous is my ability to fuse these elements, creating mist, makih versatile ahal.

  "That guy’s way too good..." someone whispered as I settled into my seat, my eyes now focused on the bat.

  Something in the arena caught my attention. A girl, who was not only strikingly beautiful but also dispyed remarkable skill, reparing for her match with fierce determination.

  “Sub-zero winter! Rise and aid me, por bear!” the girl shouted, and what happened was astounding.

  "Golem!" someoo me gasped. "An i!"

  Before us, a massive por bear made of ice was summoned, charging toward the opposing soldier. The girl, swift and skilled, unleashed ice spikes from her wand, hitting the soldier as he tried to dodge the relentless ice bear.

  I chuckled softly, genuinely impressed by her abilities.

  "She’s incredible… talented aiful. I should introduce myself as a duke," I murmured to myself, already pnning the perfeent to approach her.

  When people find out I’m the heir to a duchy, they practically worship the ground I walk on.

  I got up from the stands and started making my way toward her. The girl’s fight looked like it would end quickly due to her skill, and I wao be nearby when it did, so I could introduce myself. Since she was a bit farther away, I decided to take the inner route of the arena, reserved fh-ranking nobles.

  As I entered, I noticed the presence of several guards standing at a slight distance, f a small protective barrier. I tinued walking; it was the quickest way to get to the lower area where she was.

  "Did I do well, brother?" I heard a girl ask, her voice ced with uainty.

  "I think you did," replied the boy o her.

  As I approached, I reized them immediately: the prind princess, Prince Dun and Princess Melina.

  "Yhnesses," I greeted them respectfully, ining my head slightly.

  Prince Dun aowledged me with a nod before speaking, "You’re Viktht? I think I remember you."

  My family had old and personal ties with the royal family, as our duchy was focused on military matters. We manufactured military teologies, and our personal army was well-trained, often serving under royal and to demonstrate our loyalty.

  "Yes, that’s me," I replied with a fident smile.

  "How did it go out there? I bet you did well. Your family has alroduced excellent mages," the prince remarked.

  I nodded. "Those guys aren’t really on our level," I joked.

  He returhe smile. "It’s a shame we’re required to study at Apsalon. For people like us, with natural talent and a military background, it feels like a bit of a waste. Although, ier years of study, we take advantage of certain learning opportunities."

  I agreed with a nod. Prince Dun was already attending Apsalon Academy and was likely here to support his sister Melina as she took the entrance exam.

  Princess Melina, quieter and more reserved, stayed silent during the versation.

  "You’ve got two elements, right? I remember you showi a gathering," the prince said, recalling our previous enter.

  "That’s right, but no one surpasses you," I replied.

  He chuckled. "It’s hard to be surpassed. Mages like me, with three elements, are true prodigies—extremely rare."

  We parted ways as the guards started esc them out, and I tinued making my way down toward the arena. As I walked, I passed a boy who seemed focused, reading his file.

  “Phil from the royal guard… could it be who I’m thinking of?” he muttered to himself.

  Looks like anh noble.

  I didn’t reize him, which meant his duchy probably wasn’t closely ected to the Royal Capital.

  I cleared my throat to get his attention. "Ahem."

  He kept reading, barely aowledging me.

  "Are you up , or have you already fought?" I asked, trying to strike up a versation.

  The boy finally turo me. "I’m about to fight soon," he answered calmly.

  "I haven’t seen you at aings or events in the Royal Capital. Where are you from?" I asked, curious about his background.

  "I’m from an agricultural duchy, so we don’t attend often, nor are we involved in military affairs. My family only shows up for the mandatory celebrations fh-ranking nobles," he expined.

  That made sense. He came from a family of farmers, something far removed from the military tradition I art of, which is why I hadn't seen him in maings or events.

  "Good luck with your battle," I lied, fshing a smile. "We, military folk, are trained from a young age. It must be difficult for you, ing from an agricultural duchy, to prepare for this kind of test. The pressure is high for us nobles of high rank."

  He let out a light chuckle. "Let's just say I have over 500 years of experience," he joked, ughing at his own remark.

  I ughed back, out of politeness, without really getting the joke.

  "But you're right, it retty tough to prepare. Where I e from, I spend my days w on my family's farms. I guess I’m not cut out for the life of a soldier," he admitted.

  "Don't worry, people like me are here for that," I said, with a tone of false modesty, trying to funt a bit of my military superiority.

  I let the farmer tinue on his way to the exam a desding the stairs, eager to watch the pretty girl’s fight. I passed through the door, arriving at the arena's seating area, and sat down to watch the remaining battle.

  I watched, captivated by her skill, as she trolled the field with precision. The opposing soldier was visibly exhausted, trying to dodge the ice spikes that flew toward him, all while dealing with the massive por bear golem she had summoned. Every move she made was calcuted, dispying an impressive mastery.

  She fired the ice spikes with agility ahe soldier under pressure. At one point, she froze the grouh his feet, causing him to slip. The ice bear wasted no time, approag swiftly and pinning the soldier to the ground with its paw. With a ferocious roar, it stared the oppo down, leaving him no choice but to surrender.

  She’s amazing! That golem ractically alive.

  "I did it!" I heard the girl celebrate, her voice filled with excitement.

  I stood up, ready to approach her, already rehearsing what I would say.

  ‘Pleasure to meet you, I’m the heir of the Saul Duchy,’ I thought, imagining how impressed she would be.

  But then I noticed something ge. As she received her result, her eyes lit up with pride. But then, she looked directly at someone else. Her gaze locked on a boy who reparing for the fight. Her expression became even more radiant.

  The farmer boy? Seriously?

  The girl hurried over to the stands and sat he fighting area, clearly ied in what would happe.

  When that fool loses the fight, then I’ll make my move. He might be a superior noble, but the name of my duchy is famous in the military and in the Royal Capital.