After speaking, Gars went to challenge other soldiers.

Because of the morning's lesson, he was eager to know his ranking among the soldiers.

As a famous former Adventurer, he still had some pride, and finding himself defeated by a few ordinary soldiers made it difficult for him to accept.

Liens glanced at Gars's angry departing figure, and after deciding that he wouldn't bother him again for a while, he withdrew his gaze.

He continued to focus his energy on practicing his sword.

As he continued his sword practice, he found that under the state of "Killing Intent," the effect of practicing his sword was not just good, but extremely good.

The state of intense focus and clear perception of the world allowed him to vaguely feel that his connection with nature was gradually deepening every time he swung his longsword.

The gentle wind caressed his body, cleansing his soul.

The violent wind pounded his flesh, making it improve in a better direction.

As his swordplay unfolded, Liens somewhat understood the path he should take.

Although it would still take a long time to truly reach the next stage, the feeling of finding the path still made him very happy.

"What is it? Although his self-esteem is too high, he still knows how to listen to advice."

When Gars saw Liens's sword-swinging speed begin to accelerate, a slight smile appeared on his face.

Although the sword-swinging movements still seemed disorganized, since Liens could speed up, in Gars's opinion, he still knew his limits.

Later, he would guide him properly… After all, he couldn't let his roommate be bullied by others.

Gars thought this.

Then he swung his sword, defeating another soldier, which earned him cheers and boosted his confidence.

He, "Gars of the Swift Sword," was indeed not an unknown small figure no matter where he was!

…

In the evening, in the mess hall.

The original dinner was canceled, replaced by a grand banquet.

Music and dance filled the air, everyone singing and dancing, raising their glasses to welcome the arrival of the beautiful Princess Knight.

"Cheers!"

Everyone shouted.

Liens raised his wine glass and pressed it against his tightly closed mouth.

The pale yellow liquid, fragrant with wine, cascaded down his chin like a waterfall, soaking his collar and finally falling to the ground.

It was impossible for Liens to allow such a nerve-numbing liquid to permeate his body.

However, the people present, immersed in joy and wine, did not notice Liens's technique.

On the contrary, they praised Liens for his generous gulp.

And every time he faced such praise, Liens would feign being drunk, shouting, "I'm fine, another glass!"

Just like that, after a few rounds, he also "collapsed" as expected.

After lying down for a while, Liens opened his eyes and slightly raised his head to look at the group of burly men beside him.

Finding that they had started competing again to see who could drink more, he slowly moved his body and quietly slipped away from the table while they weren't paying attention.

He planned to return to his dorm to enter the Instance and practice his sword; he didn't want to waste any more time here.

"Huh? Where did that guy who got drunk first, the one named Heier, go?"

A red-faced man, reeking of alcohol, asked his companion with a puzzled expression.

"*Hic*… How would I know? Maybe his friends pulled him to another table to drink."

His companion, also red-faced and burping, replied indifferently.

"That shouldn't be. He's already drunk; can he still drink?"

The man was still somewhat confused.

"Why do you care about him…? Come on, let's keep drinking. You know, it's rare to find so many people to drink together so lively."

"Drink! Tonight, if we don't finish these wine jars, no one leaves."

His companion didn't bother to care about Liens's whereabouts, urging everyone to drink and not to be idle.

…

"Where are you going? Aren't you going to continue having fun with everyone?"

A clear, pleasant voice, faintly carrying a hint of charm, reached Liens's ears, causing him to stop in his tracks.

Liens turned around, making his face flush again, and looked towards the source of the voice.

"It's…it's Lucrezia… I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was a bit too excited to see you standing before me."

"I'm sorry, Lucrezia… I drank too much, and I feel my body can't take it anymore. My head is spinning, so I thought I'd go back to rest."

Liens explained the reason for his departure to Lucrezia with an excited expression.

However, although he showed great excitement on his face, he secretly cursed, "Trouble."

"Is that so? No need to be overly excited; protecting your body is the principle a good soldier should uphold."

"If you feel unwell, you should rest well."

Lucrezia smiled faintly.

"Thank you for your concern, Lucrezia. I will go back and rest well now."

"I will absolutely not bring a bad state into tomorrow's training."

Liens responded excitedly.

After speaking, he immediately turned and walked towards the exit of the dining hall, his hurried appearance as if he were carrying out some mission.

"Excited?"

"Excitement filled with Killing Intent, that's quite novel."

Lucrezia looked at Liens's receding figure and thought to herself.

Once bitten by a snake, one fears a well rope for ten years.

The number of battles with Lucrezia in the Instance was too many; facing her, Liens directly entered the state of "Killing Intent" as a conditioned reflex.

It was truly that "mental attack" that left too deep an impression on him; even after exiting the Instance , her graceful and proud figure still remained in his memory.

It would not dissipate in a short time.

Therefore, Liens was very worried that he would be "tempted" again.

If he accidentally blurted out some secret, it would be a huge problem.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Lucrezia temporarily set aside her speculation about Liens's identity.

He was just someone who hadn't yet achieved the transcendent… No matter what he was, her own strength gave her enough confidence to deal with it.

Although she didn't know why he had such strong Killing Intent towards her, she just needed to pay more attention later.

Perhaps there was some power hidden behind him, such as the Glenbagen Family.

Therefore, there was no need to alert the enemy; she and that family had not yet reached the point of confrontation.

With a slight flicker in her eyes, Lucrezia's figure appeared in everyone's "line of sight."

After a conversation with someone she was slightly interested in, she removed the magic that lowered her "existence," allowing her figure to appear in everyone's sight, once again deepening the impression she left on the soldiers present.

"It's Lucrezia!"

Someone exclaimed.

Hearing the shout, many blurry-eyed individuals immediately looked around, searching for that beautiful figure.

Then, they quickly saw a figure that seemed to stand under a spotlight.

"Princess Knight!"

Everyone raised their wine glasses and cheered, some even stumbling as they tried to get closer to that figure.

"Everyone, did you enjoy tonight's banquet?"

Lucrezia held out her hand to stop them from approaching, smiling faintly.

Her voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, though the soldiers present, already in a state of frenzy, did not notice this.

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