Rosily snorted and replied, “Who asked you to be so sneaky, following me for so long?”
“…”
Scarlett’s mouth twitched at the response.
She looked Rosily up and down, her gaze eventually settling on the pale gold ring on Rosily’s right hand.
Two or three breaths later, she was about to speak, but Rosily had already vanished from the courtyard wall.
Scarlett stood there for a moment, her mouth hanging open slightly in a daze.
She eventually closed her mouth and shook her head, looking in the direction Rosily had gone.
‘Really… I was kind enough to tell her where those people were from, but she didn’t even listen. Well, she should be fine, right?’
Scarlett muttered to herself, turning her head to glance back at the previous location.
Thinking of that black-haired youth, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
She stretched her limbs and said with a smile, “Fate truly is unpredictable.”
The former noble genius young master was now reduced to patrolling the streets in the City Guard Knights.
Meanwhile, she — someone those nobles once looked down on as a lowly commoner — could now give him orders.
Heh.
Scarlett smacked her lips, then turned to look at the little girl in the courtyard who was staring up at her.
She made a small joke, saying, “Don’t worry, I’m not a thief.”
“Ooh…”
The little girl’s eyes were clear and wide. She was incredibly curious about how Scarlett could stand so steadily on the courtyard wall.
Just as she was about to speak, she was suddenly pulled back by someone.
A middle-aged woman in a maid’s uniform stared at Scarlett, her face pale with fright.
She shouted in a slightly coarse voice, “Who are you?! What do you want?!”
Not long ago, Red Pine City was crawling with Heretic Cult members from the Blood God Cult who were kidnapping children everywhere.
Although the Blood God Cult had been purged after the recent mass execution, the lingering trauma remained.
Scarlett vanished from the wall in an instant, as if she had never been there at all.
“Wow, that Lady is so amazing!”
Seeing Scarlett disappear, the little girl immediately cried out in excitement.
Meanwhile, on a bustling street, a stunning silver-haired girl sat elegantly on a bench, her eyes closed in silence.
She had been there for some time.
It wasn’t that no one wanted to approach her to strike up a conversation or ask for her name, but anyone who drew near felt a sensation like a sharp blade pressed against their back.
As the warm sunlight in front of her was blocked, Estelle slowly opened her eyes.
Looking at the returned Rosily, she said, “You’re slow.”
“…”
Hearing Estelle’s words, Rosily immediately pouted. “That’s because I wasn’t being serious!”
“Mhm.”
Estelle rose from the bench, lightly patted the skirt she had been sitting on, and began walking toward the Academy.
Rosily looked frustrated.
She watched Estelle’s back for a moment, let out a huff, and quickly followed.
Rosily stared at the burly, muscular bald man standing before her.
With a natural, innocent look, she asked, “Am I late?”
“Are you not late?”
The muscular bald man glared with his arms crossed, his expression fierce. Rosily simply shook her head, followed by a stretch of silence.
Seeing Rosily’s completely unrepentant expression, Tristan’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch.
A beautiful and elegant woman standing beside him cleared her throat. “Ahem, Tristan, they just arrived…”
“…”
Tristan finally took a deep breath.
He turned to look at Estelle, but seeing her almost expressionless face, he couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath of his own.
They were currently in a large open clearing rather than an Academy classroom. There were more than just students present.
Tristan was the Warrior Department Instructor, while the woman was a magic teacher.
There were also three others responsible for overseeing the grounds, as well as a Saint Nun borrowed from the Church.
Behind Tristan, all the students who had been selected as the most outstanding were currently standing in a row.
Every one of them looked serious; a few had pale complexions, looking as though they had already been lectured, their skin still stained with the colors of grass and dirt.
There were some who wanted to gloat over Rosily and Estelle’s situation, but they didn’t dare show it too clearly.
They were afraid the man with the light-reflecting bald head would drag them over for a lesson.
What Rosily and Estelle didn’t know was that before they arrived, Tristan had already introduced himself and explained the reason he had been dispatched to Red Pine City.
It was simply because he had been too strict in the Zephyr Empire, causing a student to be severely injured.
The authorities took the opportunity to demote him and send him here.
But no one should expect him to repent. His ‘love’ for his students would only double!
Almost everyone thought the two sisters were finished.
They all waited to see them drenched in sweat, their clothes soaked, looking both beautiful and miserable.
But unfortunately…
“Good, very good! You certainly have personality!”
Tristan suddenly burst into laughter.
The sudden change startled everyone present, except for the noblewoman.
She silently retreated several paces and cast a Protective Magic on herself.
While the students were still in shock, Tristan’s laughter came to an abrupt halt.
Before anyone could react, a sudden gale erupted on the field, with the bald man at its center!
A powerful aura surged continuously from his massive, muscular frame.
Even without a deafening roar, it felt as though a fierce Beast Race was howling.
Rosily’s beautiful, shoulder-length pale gold hair danced wildly in the wind.
The corners of her mouth swept upward, and the Magic Power in her body surged.
As she confronted him head-on, the gale began to turn chaotic.
Seeing this, Tristan grinned.
Then, his massive body stepped toward Rosily. He slowly extended his fist, his voice booming like a great bell as he spoke to the small girl.
“Can you touch it?”
“Heh.”
Rosily let out a soft laugh. She extended her small, delicate fist — which happened to hit very hard — and moved it toward Tristan’s fist, which was nearly as large as her head.
It was fine at first, but the closer she got, the greater the resistance became.
Her orange-red pupils flickered with a faint light as she stared at his fist.
A layer of high-speed Magic Power was circulating around it; even her eyes had difficulty capturing its movement.
Fortunately, Rosily was no longer the girl she used to be, who possessed no Magic Power at all. She was now a Second Tier practitioner!
As a layer of silver-white Magic Power coated her fair fist, the very tip of it began to vibrate.
Rosily’s eyes widened slightly as she saw something.
Wind…
No, it was Magic Power that acted like wind!
Just like Sword Qi, a Warrior’s Magic Power required a secondary Transformation into a different form of energy.
These forms varied; some manifested as lightning, others as fire.
Rosily could see that this new teacher’s Battle Technique attribute was Wind.
That invisible, intangible wind wrapped around his fist, circulating at high speeds and rejecting anything that tried to approach.
So, how should she break through this?
Rosily narrowed her eyes.
She had learned from Elqi that her eyes actually possessed extraordinary abilities.
A normal person could not see the ripples of Magic Power, but Rosily could.
This indirectly proved that there was something non-human about her eyes.
Even so, being able to see the disturbance in the opponent’s Magic Power or even the specific traits of their Battle Technique didn’t mean she could directly neutralize the ability.
Those eyes were merely an aid, not something she relied on entirely. Rosily relied more on the mysterious ‘experience’ in her mind.
Once she saw through something, she could quickly understand it, allowing her to learn and utilize it herself.
Rosily’s fist was about 5 centimeters away from Tristan’s, but that distance was currently her limit.
At that moment, she closed her eyes.
Seeing her close her eyes, Tristan spoke. “Is this all you’re capable of?”
“…”
Rosily said nothing, keeping her eyes closed in silence.
About 5 meters away, the boys and girls selected for this class widened their eyes at the confrontation.
They arguably knew even less about Rosily than Tristan did.
Most of them had only heard rumors about her and had never faced her personally.
But they had just experienced it for themselves — in front of this muscular bald man, they were as weak as baby chicks!
Logically, there was no way Rosily could win.
The current stalemate was merely a stay of execution, yet in their hearts, they hoped Rosily would do something amazing.
Scarlett was also among these ten people. Including Estelle and Rosily, they were the twelve geniuses selected from the Academy — or rather, the entire Redwood City Territory.
She narrowed her eyes and stared intently at Rosily.
As the only person who had faced Rosily head-on and knew her true strength, Scarlett was also looking forward to Rosily’s performance.
‘What are you going to show us this time? I’m really looking forward to it…’
Only a moment after Rosily closed her eyes, they snapped open in a Kshana.
Simultaneously, her sleeves suddenly shattered.
Rifts were carved into the fabric. The Protective Magic that had previously enveloped her dissipated entirely, replaced by—
Silver-white Sword Qi!
Rosily’s Sword Qi clashed with Tristan’s gale.
The ground beside them was carved with numerous gashes, showing the intensity of this duel of ‘techniques.’
The noblewoman nearby let out a sound of surprise at the sight. “What an incredible girl!”
One large and one small, one bronze and one white — the two fists drew closer, leaving a gap of less than 3 centimeters.
“Oh?”
Tristan’s face, previously tense, showed a look of wonder when he saw Rosily using Sword Qi to offset his Battle Technique’s wind.
He bared his teeth and grinned like a fierce tiger showing its fangs.
He twisted his fist and collided with Rosily’s small hand.
Boom!
Like a clap of thunder, the collision of the two auras caused the air to vibrate. A shockwave swept over everyone present.
Rosily was sent flying back, but she flipped her body in mid-air and landed steadily. She looked quite elegant.
That is, if one ignored the fact that the sleeve on her right arm was in tatters.