“Who does a child like you think you’ll fight by refusing to sleep?”

It seemed that the Sword Saint’s irritation stemmed from that point in particular.

I rubbed my aching head and glanced at the others who had followed me.

Since we already knew the route here, there was no further need for Jennifer’s assistance.

As soon as we arrived at Winterfield, we immediately completed the quotas required to maintain our grades and then headed straight to the Sword Saint. Both Claire and I could turn back time, and as of now, we both clearly remembered each other. There was no risk of me disappearing into thin air if Claire used her powers.

We had plenty of time, but we decided to move with a buffer just in case we needed to adjust schedules with the others.

And honestly, isn’t it always better to resolve things as quickly as possible?

When I looked back, hoping someone would help persuade the Sword Saint, Claire and Alice were both standing with their arms crossed, staring down at me.

“The idea of fighting someone should not equate to destroying yourself in the process.”@@novelbin@@

The Sword Saint’s voice drew my attention back to him. I turned my head to face him again.

Frederick, the Sword Saint, stood with his arms crossed, his expression stern.

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