From the very first duel, I had some idea of what to expect.

Sure, the first attack could be attributed to luck, but being knocked out with a single flick when I was fully prepared to counter it was not mere chance. It was a clear indication of a vast gap in power.

When I considered the various rumors among the nobility, the way the Crown Prince treated Mira with such unusual care, and Priscilla’s clingy behavior, I could begin to piece together a rough picture.

Rumors like Mira Crate declaring at the entrance ceremony that she would crush all other students like insects and maintain the top spot for three years, or that the Sword Saint himself came to the academy, knelt before her, and begged to take her on as his disciple, tears streaming down his face.

Even the one where Bellium Academy supposedly offered to let Mira graduate early after just one semester because of her overwhelming abilities.

There might have been some exaggeration in these stories, but they likely had a kernel of truth. At least, that was what Aihenhart Renitus had started to believe.

But.

—BANG!

Where does the exaggeration end and the truth begin?

What in the world is this?!@@novelbin@@

Aihenhart felt a chill as she watched her rapier deflect off nothing but a bare fist, and she desperately continued her assault.

Despite dozens of exchanges, she hadn’t landed a single blow. Mira Crate was effortlessly parrying every strike and even counterattacking at times.

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