The Narrow-Eyed Villain of the Demon Academy
chapter-128-1

Thus, after the training ended, Elise was taken to the infirmary with the help of the students who were around.

I whispered to Samuel, who was silent for some reason.

“It seems it’s Fron’s turn now.”

Fron's sparring match was about to begin.

She was holding a wooden sword that she had never held before us.

For some reason, compared to Fron’s usual image, it felt somewhat out of place.

Naturally, anticipation welled up.

Just how skilled in swordsmanship was she to have scored full marks in her spar with Ares?

Because it was a grade obtained through a re-examination, we did not know what level Fron's swordsmanship was at.

We could only roughly guess.

‘…Perhaps she’s mastered Sword Lacquer?’

She must be at least at that level to have received full marks from Ares.

Since mastering fighting spirit was beyond the realm of common sense, that level would be enough.

Of course, Sword Lacquer was a difficult skill that some people could not learn even after a lifetime.

Still, compared to Fighting Spirit, it was not impossible to learn depending on one’s excellent sense of Mana and proficiency in swordsmanship.

Above all, Fron possessed a vast amount of Mana.

‘It’s strange when you think about it.’

However, it didn't make sense that she couldn't use offensive Magic like Samuel and couldn’t even use Sword Lacquer.

Therefore…

‘I guess it’ll be revealed today.’

As much as she had prepared a wooden sword that she did not normally use, I was quite curious to see what kind of swordsmanship she would show.

She might even show us swordsmanship so outstanding that we would be surprised.

But…

“Why haven’t you answered me from before?”

[…….]

“Ah, I understand. You must be regretting that you couldn’t save Elise, who was in danger after being attacked by a villain.”

……Despite my deliberate provocation, Samuel remained silent.

I wondered if he was angry that I had defeated Elise.

But Samuel wasn't the type to get angry over something like that.

Was there a reason?

As I was feeling puzzled, Samuel began to explain.

[……She seems to be preparing something. Is that girl planning on not using her sword this time either?]

“Knowing her.”

Thump, thump-.

At Samuel’s words, I looked at Fron, who was walking out to the training grounds.

Normally, cheers from the students would have poured out toward Fron, but because her atmosphere had become much darker lately, only a suffocating silence lingered.

As expected, the brighter a person was, the more noticeable it was when they became dark.

“…….”

Silence fell over the training grounds.

At the center of it, Fron was silently staring at her opponent.

Soon, the spar began.

However, neither Fron nor her opponent hastily attacked, maintaining a confrontational stance for a while.

On top of that…

“She’s not even drawing her sword.”

Fron’s wooden sword was tied to the belt around her waist.

I thought she might be planning to use a quick-draw technique, but seeing as she wasn’t even budging, it seemed that wasn’t the case either.

As such a boring confrontation was about to continue…

Thwack-.

Suddenly, her opponent began to strangle their own neck.

Just as the student’s face turned white…

“Stop! The winner is Fron!”

Idea declared Fron the winner, and only then did the opponent remove the hand that was strangling his neck.

Cough, cough…….

Fron passed by the student who was coughing painfully and left the training grounds.

Subduing the student in an instant without using swordsmanship.

“Hmm.”

I groaned at the sight.

That was the only way Fron could subdue her opponent without using swordsmanship.

But if it were Fron’s usual personality, she would have gone to her opponent after the spar and said this:

‘Does it hurt? My heart ached when you were strangling yourself. Become strong enough to resist…!’

She would have said something playful, neither an apology nor consolation and lightened the subdued mood.

However, in her current state, there was no trace of the ‘commander’ aspect that Fron had shown us.

If this continued,

My plan to have Fron take on the role of commander, which I could not fulfill, might be completely overturned.

It hadn’t been long since Fron’s personality had changed.

So, for now, the students were only casting worried glances, but if she continued to show such behavior…

It was certain that she would face unfavorable consequences.

‘…I wish I had found a solution, even if it’s temporary.’

Was there really no good way?

A way to make Fron return to her original personality and reveal the swordsmanship she was hiding.

On top of that, I could gain ‘benefits’ through Fron.

I pondered seriously, considering those things.

And I came up with one method.

If I used this method, Fron would regain her qualities as a commander, and I would even be able to profit from the Lust Family.

Scoot-.

I got up from my seat.

“Adel, where are you going?”

“I suddenly thought of something to say to her.”

“By ‘her,’ you mean Fron?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not going to say anything harsh to Fron, are you?”

“……What do you take me for?”

Luna’s gaze was full of suspicion.

I had no choice but to put on a troubled expression.

She was probably wary after seeing me play pranks on Eris and Samuel.

Even I knew that now was not the time to say anything harsh to Fron.

“Anyway, I’ll be back.”

“……Okay.”

Luna nodded her head with a worried look on her face.

With that, I started to walk.

Fron was wiping her sweat-drenched face with a wet towel.

I opened my mouth to address her.

“Ms. Fron, do you have a moment?”

Thud-.

Fron stopped what she was doing and looked back.

Seeing her up close, I could see that Fron's face had become even colder than before.

Like a sheet of ice.

From her mouth came a chill colder than frost.

“Why should I?”

‘This Lady’ or

‘This body,’

Fron didn’t use the words she used to enjoy so much.

She simply responded coldly.

Her demeanor had completely changed in an instant.

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