Chapter 421

Chapter 44: Grandma Bertha’s Summons

Hmm…

I stopped my movements and looked up, frowning, at the two people who had suddenly ceased their fight in the arena. I saw Lucia helplessly discard her broken wooden sword, sweep her wet hair back, and shrug at Beaudeant with her hands outstretched. The boy laughed awkwardly, scratching his head, and the purple glow that had suddenly appeared on the blade of his right sword gradually faded away…

This move… feels familiar, as if I’ve seen it somewhere before…

Where could it be…

Ah!

Two seconds later, I slapped my hand in realization.

It was when I first woke up. A knight captain named something like Williamsky had used this move to injure me!

Wasn’t that purple light supposed to be a divine miracle?

Sure enough, after laughing, Beaudeant threw down his wooden sword and raised both hands: “Uh… sorry, Miss Lucia, this was an instinctive reaction. Your sword was too fast… I used a divine miracle, so I concede.”

“Are you not going to continue fighting?”

Lucia didn’t seem particularly bothered; she even made a fist and turned towards Beaudeant, indicating that close combat without weapons was also acceptable. She seemed a bit reluctant, but Beaudeant shook his head: “No, no, my physical training can’t match yours. If we continue, I’ll just end up getting hit again. Besides… hehe.”

He pointed at Lucia and laughed foolishly.

Lucia then lowered her head to look.

She was wearing thin clothes, and her upper body, soaked with water, clung tightly to her sleeveless vest, outlining her almost perfect figure. Even her black bra was visible through the fabric. Water droplets fell one by one, dripping down. Her shorts were also drenched, water lines trickled down her thighs, and her stockings were soaked… She was almost completely drenched.

The “howling” in the training ground continued one after another.

I instantly understood: So Beaudeant had that in mind…

Pah!

Saying he has someone he likes and is faithful… He’s just a lecher.

Stinking pervert…

I despised him in my heart.

However, Lucia seemed indifferent to this, and even deliberately tossed her hair, giving a wink to the trainees outside the arena, which immediately caused another round of screams.

Actually, it wasn’t that revealing; she was originally dressed quite provocatively, and now she was just more so. The parts that should be covered were still covered, nothing much had changed. It only exposed Beaudeant’s ugly face, who was still staring at her and laughing lewdly.

In the end, they shook hands amidst the cheers of the crowd, announcing the end of their duel.

Then someone shouted: “Paillot, I want to see you break Beaudeant’s nose!”

This voice wasn’t loud, but it made Beaudeant, who was smiling and ready to return to formation, stop in his tracks.随之而来的是学员们的兴奋起哄。

“佩伊洛！贝亚德！佩伊洛！贝亚德——”

“打起来啊！”

“开什么玩笑，你们喊个屁啊！谁要和她打？我才不打！”贝亚德气急败坏，“你们喊那么大声，自己倒是上来啊！就这么嫉妒我和佩伊洛的关系吗！”

这句话一出口，顿时引起一片嘘声。

我忍不住翻了个白眼。

我和你什么关系啊…脸怎么这么大…

与贝亚德的战斗当然没有打起来。主要是我对他的鼻子不感兴趣，也不想让自己变得更脏。于是，在一片起哄声中，贝亚德迅速跑回了队列。随后，梅尔维尔老师也训了几句，说这里是课堂，不是竞技场，要把精力放在接下来的练习中。

离下课还有一点时间，梅尔维尔老师讲了许多鼓励的话，让人搬来许多铁靶，组织学员们展示自己的秩序之力，并让每个舍长记录好各自宿舍学员的射程、速度、威力等数据，希望在下一节课时，能

Enough to see everyone’s improvement.

Then he went to send off four warriors who were leaving the academy.

I found Sarah, Daisy, and Sophia in the crowd. The excited girls hugged me tightly, rubbing my cheeks and messing up my hair. Soon they started complaining that I was dirty and said they would give me a bath when we got back. Sarah was particularly interested in this idea and insisted on bathing me herself, but of course, I refused. We argued for a while until Teacher Mervil returned.

He scolded several mischievous students and then walked straight to my side, pulling me aside.

“Principal Bertha wants to see you.”

“Headmistress Grandma?”

“Yes, she’s right outside the training ground.”

The old man pointed in the direction of the iron gate entrance. I looked over and saw a white carriage parked there. The curtain of the carriage was lifted slightly, and someone was looking through the fence at us… It really did look like Headmistress Grandma.

What could she want with me?

With such doubts, I greeted Sarah and the others and followed Teacher Mervil out of the training ground.

“…A month before the Ironclad Guards attacked the city, Principal Bertha wrote a letter to His Holiness.”

After walking a short distance, once we were away from the students, the old man walked ahead of me without turning back and suddenly said this.

“Hmm?”

I responded, expressing my confusion and waited for Teacher Mervil to continue.

He slowed his pace: “She wrote letters to many people, seeking help, appealing to some of her… well, old friends, and the old friends of the Sword Saint, calling them to come over, hoping to make some preparations for the impending conflict. Those letters were sent out by me; I remember the night after sending the letters, Principal Bertha kept muttering to me, saying she didn’t know if it would be useful, but she just wanted to do something, not to put all the burden on a little girl. When the enemy arrived, the preparations she made could save one person, even if it’s just one person…”

“Later, many poets who came to persuade and merchants who ran around to stockpile food for the capital city were volunteers recruited by Principal Bertha. Some of the older heroes also stood up to speak for the capital city. Supposedly, the stack of letters on His Holiness’ desk was half a meter high… Reluctantly, the church had to secretly contribute in many ways… But in the end, the battle still broke out.”

At this point, the old man paused.

“The Ironclad Guards seized the city, and紧接着深渊突然出现深渊突然出现，整个城南沦陷，房屋倾倒，焦土政策失败，战士和平民相继死去… 似乎先前的一切努力都失去了意义，贝莎校长也病倒了，躺在床上说不出话来，过了好几天才慢慢恢复过来…

奶奶病倒了…

我记得先前卡洛斯好像跟我提起过这件事，但他说得非常随意，我以为…

我以为只是普通的生病…

“她现在还半个身子动不了，但比起那时已经好了很多… 可能在床上躺久了，话不免多一点，这些天她总是拉着我絮叨很多事情，会说起我们年轻的时候，说起女王陛下小时候的事情，有时也会说起你… 她刚才看到了你，可能突然想跟你聊点什么，大多是闲聊吧… 不一定是什么重要的事情，说不定连人都认错了，如果是那样的话，请希尔薇嘉小姐多一些耐心… 校长她… 头脑可能已经糊涂了…”

老人在马车五六米外停下，转过身来，摸了摸胡子，望着我露出笑容。

“呵呵，其实她之前也不怎么清醒，不然… 怎么会让我把信寄给那么多早已逝去的人呢… 她都快七十岁了，以为自己还有多少在世的老朋友啊…”梅尔维尔老师轻轻拍了拍我的肩膀，满脸胡须的笑容慈祥，“上车吧，她在等你。”

“…好。”

我点点头。