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Chapter 703: Talking with blades (2) · Oct 26, 2026

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701 Chapter 701: Elayne 2026-10-26
702 Chapter 702: Talking with blades 2026-10-26
703 Chapter 703: Talking with blades (2) 2026-10-26
704 Chapter 704: Talking with blades (3) 2026-10-26
705 Chapter 705: Older sister 2026-10-26
706 Chapter 706: Table talk 2026-10-26
707 Chapter 707: Crest 2026-10-26
708 Chapter 708: Seeing through changes 2026-10-26
709 Chapter 709: Borough 2026-10-26
710 Chapter 710: Forge 2026-10-26
711 Chapter 711: Forge (2) 2026-10-26
712 Chapter 712: Forge (3) 2026-10-26
713 Chapter 713: Blacksmith 2026-10-26
714 Chapter 714: Blacksmith (2) 2026-10-26
715 Chapter 715: Blacksmith (3) 2026-10-26
716 Chapter 716: Blacksmith (4) 2026-10-26
717 Chapter 717: You have grown 2026-10-26
718 Chapter 718: You have grown (2) 2026-10-26
719 Chapter 719: Failure 2026-10-26
720 Chapter 720: Failure (2) 2026-10-26
721 Chapter 721: List 2026-10-26
722 Chapter 722: List (2) 2026-10-26
723 Chapter 723: Sponsor 2026-10-26
724 Chapter 724: Sponsor (2) 2026-10-26
725 Chapter 725: Sponsor (3) 2026-10-26
726 Chapter 726: Sponsor (4) 2026-10-26
727 Chapter 727: Transition 2026-10-26
728 Chapter 728: First Princess 2026-10-26
729 Chapter 729: First Princess (2) 2026-10-26
730 Chapter 730: First Princess (3) 2026-10-26
731 Chapter 731: First Princess (4) 2026-10-26
732 Chapter 732: Refusal 2026-10-26
733 Chapter 733: He rejected me ? 2026-10-26
734 Chapter 734: He rejected me ? (2) 2026-10-26
735 Chapter 735: Dear Sister 2026-10-26
736 Chapter 736: Another Princess 2026-10-26
737 Chapter 737: Infuriating Bastard 2026-10-26
738 Chapter 738: What am I 2026-10-26
739 Chapter 739: You were correct 2026-10-26
740 Chapter 740: Unlawfully 2026-10-26
741 Chapter 741: Troublesome Student even before the academy 2026-10-26
742 Chapter 742: Troublesome Student even before the academy (2) 2026-10-26
743 Chapter 743: A mere mongrel 2026-10-26
744 Chapter 744: A girl who was left in the battlefield 2026-10-26
745 Chapter 745: A girl who was left in the battlefield (2) 2026-10-26
746 Chapter 746: Found you 2026-10-26
747 Chapter 747: Sword 2026-10-26
748 Chapter 748: Sword (2) 2026-10-26
749 Chapter 749: This is..... 2026-10-26
750 Chapter 750: Thanks, old man 2026-10-26

Chapter 703: Talking with blades (2)

—CLANG!

Another clean deflection. Elayne twisted her wrist and slid back, not with urgency, but with control—every motion measured to the breath. The crescent blade spun once in her hand before settling.

Lucavion didnʼt pursue.

He held position at the center of the ring, estoc lowered slightly, its black flame still whispering faintly along the edge like a cat curling against its masterʼs hand.

The morning had grown warmer, but neither of them sweated.

They werenʼt dancing.

They were speaking.

Lucavionʼs smirk widened just a touch.

”See?” he said, stepping lightly across the ring with no more noise than a breeze. ”Isnʼt this much better?”

He feinted left, then withdrew the motion before it could land—just enough to test her stance, to let her adjust, to see how sheʼd react.

She didnʼt.

But he noticed the pause.

”All those questions you wanted to ask…” Lucavion continued, voice smooth, easy, ”doesnʼt this answer them?”

Elayne didnʼt respond immediately.

She took one slow breath, her blade glinting in the filtered light as her stance shifted. And then—

”You…” she said quietly, eyes narrowing. ”Did you learn the sword by yourself?”

Lucavion chuckled. Not at her—but at the phrasing.

”Saying I learned it by myself,” he said as he stepped forward again, this time guiding his estoc in a lazy arc toward her shoulder, ”would be a lie.”

—CLINK!

Elayne parried, but didnʼt counter.

Lucavion smiled. ”And a bit disrespectful.”

He rolled his wrist, estoc dragging into a low curve beneath her elbow.

”But this,” he added, blade rising with a sudden upward thrust—

—FWIP!

Elayne snapped her knife up just in time, the force of the estocʼs thrust sliding across its edge, close enough to nick the cloak she wore—

”This is something I developed on my own.”

”...I see,” Elayne murmured.

There was no judgment in her tone.

Only understanding.

A kind of quiet respect. Not for the power, or even the result—

But for the shape of something built instead of given.

Lucavion didnʼt give her space to retreat.

He shifted his weight and drove in again—faster this time, a true attack.

—THRUST!

The estoc darted straight for her core.

—CLANG!

Her blade met his in the last second, deflecting just enough to stagger his angle. She spun, distancing, but Lucavionʼs grin only widened.

”Interesting,” he mused aloud.

Elayneʼs posture tightened—guard still up, face unreadable.

”But it seems…” he said, circling, ”you learned your dagger work on your own, too.”

Elayneʼs eyes narrowed—but she didnʼt speak.

Lucavion tapped the flat of his blade against the floor once, leisurely.

”What?” he teased. ”Didnʼt the inheritance you found come with any dagger arts?”

Her breath hitched—barely.

But it was enough.

He tilted his head, smiling wider now. Not cruel—just correct.

”...Ah. Thanks for clarifying it.”

She didnʼt move.

Didnʼt flinch.

But her silence was its own admission.

”You need to keep your expressions better in check,” Lucavion said softly, before settling back into stance. ”The blade doesnʼt lie, but the face can still play pretend.”

Elayneʼs blade lowered by a hair.

Not from exhaustion.

But from something quieter—and sharper.

Her expression didnʼt shift much. Barely a crease in her brow. Barely a twitch in the corner of her lips. But the air around her changed.

Tightened.

Lucavion felt it immediately.

The rhythm of her breathing altered. Her mana, normally so smooth and subtle it barely registered, pulsed once—like a lash flicking through water.

Her foot slid back, just slightly. Not to retreat.

To anchor.

Lucavionʼs smirk lingered, but his eyes sharpened.

ʼAh. That struck something.ʼ

She didnʼt respond right away. Just stood there, jaw set, eyes locked on him with that sudden, simmering tension.

And for the first time in their spar, her emotions showed.

Not rage.

Not weakness.

Just… annoyance.

A flicker of real, restrained frustration behind her stillness. The kind of emotion you only feel when someone peels back something youʼd rather keep buried.

Lucavion lowered his estoc slightly, one hand settling loosely at his hip.

He didnʼt press in.

He didnʼt gloat.

He just… watched.

Then, casually:

”Isnʼt it an assassinʼs motto,” he said, voice light as the morning wind, ”to keep their emotions under control?”

He let that linger—just a breath.

”You sure are flary for one.”

Elayneʼs eyes narrowed.

”Iʼm not an assassin.”

The words came fast. Too fast.

Lucavionʼs brows lifted in mock-surprise.

”Oh?”

He gave a little shrug, gesturing toward her with the tip of his estoc.

”Your way of fighting begs to differ.”

That was it.

That did it.

Elayneʼs blade snapped back up, not with wildness—but with bite.

She moved again, cloak flaring like a shadow being unwrapped from the morning light. No illusions this time. No echoing doubles.

Just speed.

Sharp. Direct. Personal.

Lucavion stepped back as the crescent blade lashed for his ribs.

—CLANG!

He caught it with the flat of his estoc, dragging it down and to the side, but her follow-up came instantly—another jab, lower this time.

He dodged, barely.

Then she was on him.

A low pivot into a rising slash. Not meant to kill.

Meant to prove something.

Lucavion laughed—quiet, delighted.

”Oh, there it is.”

Lucavionʼs parry glided past her blade, a whisper-soft deflection that let her momentum slip by untouched. He didnʼt counter. He didnʼt punish the opening.

He just looked at her.

And in that instant, something shifted again.

His voice didnʼt carry judgment. Just cool observation.

”There will be a lot of nobles in the academy,” he said, sliding a half-step back, his estoc lowering slightly—casual again. ”Some will try to use you.”

A pause. Elayne stilled, barely breathing.

”Some will try to pressure you.”

The black flame flickered faintly along the edge of his blade, like a heartbeat pacing itself with words.

”And some…” Lucavionʼs eyes narrowed, ”will try to have you.”

The tone wasnʼt crass. It wasnʼt cruel.

But it was true.

Blunt and sharp, like a truth laid across a whetstone.

”Theyʼll try to find your weakness. Exploit it. Dig until you give them something to own.”

His gaze held hers. Not challenging. Not condescending.

Warning.

”And this,” he said softly, ”this reaction of yours—”

He gestured with his chin toward her tightened grip, her flared stance, her boiling silence.

”You need to keep it in check.”

Elayneʼs breath hitched.

Not from fear.

From something colder.

The world went dark.

Just for a second.

Everything dimmed—not like a room losing light, but like the sky folding inward. The wind stilled. The ringʼs mana stopped pulsing.

And only a pair of eyes remained.

Floating in that blackness.

Piercing. Unblinking.

Watching her not as a sparring partner. Not as a noble. Not even as a woman.

But as a target.

ʼHuh?ʼ

Her vision snapped back into place. The ring. The gardens. The morning light.

Still there.

Lucavion, standing before her, estoc sheathed casually behind his back again.

As if nothing had happened.

But Elayne knew what that was.

Her lips parted, eyes flicking once to the edge of the ring as if confirming she hadnʼt been moved—hadnʼt been touched.

That was…

Killing intent.

Perfectly shaped. Perfectly placed.

And just as quickly as it appeared—it was gone.

Lucavion met her gaze, quiet now. His voice dropped a little more. No longer teasing.

”Donʼt let your killing intent out because of your emotions,” he said calmly.

His eyes were unreadable. But his words carved clean.

”Not everyone will tolerate it.”

He stepped away, the moment passing like a blade slipping back into its sheath.

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