Alaric Silversword [Knight] EXP: 372/500

    Potential: B

    Traits: Horseback Riding (C), Swordsmanship (SSS), Close Combat (C), Archery (F), Hunting (E), Tracking (F), Sixth Sense (F)

    Strength: 100

    Stamina: 34+

    Agility: 43+

    Vitality: 27+

    Endurance: 42+

    Mana: 13+

    Battle Points: 2570

    Stat Points: 35

    (Requirements for next advancement: 500 EXP, 100 in all attributes, and 5000 Battle Points)

    Alaric was confident to win the sacred duel because of his stat points and his unparalleled swordsmanship.

    What should I do with these stat points?

    Just as he was about to make his decision, a series of knocks on his door pulled him from his thoughts.

    Knock! Knock! Knock!

    Alaric raised an eyebrow as he closed the cyan screen. He then stood up and opened the door.

    "My lord, I apologize for the disturbance." It was Henry.

    The old man cast him a worried glance and asked.

    "Are you really sure about volunteering for the sacred duel?"

    Alaric was like a grandson to him and he was worried that an accident might happen in the sacred duel.

    "I have already made my decision, Sir Henry. I understand that you are worried about me, but my decision will never change." Alaric responded with a calm look.

    The old man sighed and forced out a smile. "In that case, I hope that you make a thorough preparation."

    "In a sacred duel, the use of mana is allowed so you must be careful, my lord." He reminded.

    Alaric nodded with a grim look. He had almost forgotten this important detail. Unlike the unofficial spars that he had participated in before where using mana was against the rules, it was the exact opposite in a sacred duel.

    "Thank you for your reminder, Sir Henry." Alaric was grateful for the old man''s words.

    If it weren''t for him, he might have already distributed all of his stat points.

    "Please rest well, my lord. Just call me if you need anything."

    Liam''s face lit up with joy. "Thank you, father!"

    The baron snorted and walked away with heavy strides.

    ***

    Later that night, Alaric went to take a look at Yvanna''s situation.

    Knock! Knock!

    He knocked on her door and said.

    "It''s me."

    Her response came a few seconds late. "Wait. Give me a minute to change."

    "Alright."

    Alaric bought her some winter dresses earlier since her clothes were already torn and tattered.

    A few minutes later, she finally opened the door.

    "Come in."

    Yvanna locked the door after Alaric stepped inside the room.

    Hm?

    He realized that the mud he had smeared on her was already gone.

    Now that she had cleaned up herself, a devastatingly beautiful face was revealed.

    Her long white hair was as white as snow and her cyan eyes sparkled with enchanting radiance.

    She was only wearing a dull winter dress meant for commoners, but it failed to hide her charm.

    "How do you feel now?" Alaric asked while trying to maintain his composure.

    "I still feel a bit weak, but I should be fine after a few more days of rest," Yvanna responded while breaking eye contact.

    "I''m glad to hear that, but you should be careful. We can''t let anyone see your face, not even my subordinates." Alaric reminded with a stern look.

    "I will be careful." The elf nodded.

    "Here''s the medicine paste and the medicinal extract." Alaric handed her the things he had brought from his room.

    "Thank you."

    "I''ll take my leave first. I''m on the room to your left so just knock on my door if you need anything."

    "Alright."

    Alaric didn''t stay any longer and stepped out of her room.

    She is still cold, but maybe a little less colder.

    He shook his head with a bitter smile.