Chapter 46: Chapter 45 Don’t Blame Me_2
Celia was wiping her tears at this moment, her eyes red and swollen, and with her simple elegance, she appeared pitiful and evoked sympathy. Although Sonia was confident in her superior looks, Celia had the advantage of temperament, atmosphere, and tear-stricken makeup; Sonia couldn’t surpass her no matter what.
“Ingrid, I’m skipping class.”
“Mm,” Ingrid also expressed her understanding.
However, just as Sonia was about to leave the Practical Combat Hall, a thunderous shout shook the dust off the ceiling.
A tall, black-haired Sword Master shouted loudly, “You dare to toy with my sister’s feelings, surely you are not too cowardly to show up?!”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone’s gaze immediately turned to Felix and Sonia. Felix, however, remained calm. He seemed accustomed to such incidents and stepped nonchalantly into the Practical Combat Hall. Sonia, after an internal struggle, also gave up the idea of running away—she couldn’t leave without saying a word, as that would signal cowardice, and running away would be a concession.
In the countryside, cowardice and concession only make it easier for others to bully you.
The same is true in the big city.
Rural mice and city mice don’t differ fundamentally when it comes to shortsightedness.
“Lauren, Celia, good morning,” Felix nodded to them. “Would you like to join me for lunch later?”
“Forget it. Just looking at your face makes me want to puke.” The black-haired Sword Master didn’t give the Vosloda young master any face, “Draw your sword. Let’s see the backbone of the Vosloda Family.”
Upon hearing this, the nearby students began to whisper among themselves, and Ingrid couldn’t help but exclaim silently, “It’s actually Senior Lauren!”
Thanks to Ingrid’s introduction, Sonia learned that this Senior Lauren was also a notable figure, a third-year swordsmanship prodigy. Although not favored by Professor Trozan, he had become an apprentice to a certain Gold Sword Master and had already become a One-winged Silver Sword Master a year ago, a member of the Sword Flower University competition team!
Although he was from a mid-tier noble family, Lauren’s future held at least the rank of Two-winged Gold, bright prospects, naturally not requiring respect for a mere Vosloda Family young master. Those who fend for themselves have firm resolve.
Lauren and Celia weren’t biological siblings; their fathers were brothers, and because they attended the same school and grade, they got along very well. It was almost Lauren’s duty to stand up for Celia.
But Felix didn’t rise to the challenge and instead looked at Celia, “Senior sister, is this what you want?”
Others might think Felix was backing down, but Sonia knew he was genuinely puzzled—as someone who could change girlfriends four times in a month, Felix naturally didn’t harbor feelings for them, thinking the women approached him understanding this. Hence, his licentious behavior had never caused problems before.
However, Sonia noticed the way Celia looked at Felix and understood everything.
What had started as a casual affair had turned into real emotions for Celia.
Only genuine feelings could explain Celia’s current irrational behavior, severing the last threads between her and Felix and engaging in futile actions.
Emotions are the most unpredictable things. Even Hunters sometimes step into their own traps.
Women always assume they are the last one; men always believe they are the first. Those ensnared losers always hold unrealistic fantasies.
Without a response from Celia, Felix turned to Lauren, “Senior Lauren, do you mean… you want to give me a beating?”
“This is the Practical Combat Hall. Let’s have a real combat training,” Lauren said with a sneer. “The Healing Institute is next door, and I’ll hold back as much as possible, so the Vosloda Family won’t lose a promising young member. You’re not scared, are you?”
“Good, very good. How could I possibly be scared? It’s just a first-year student sparring with a third-year. A Sword Master who became a Mage just a few days ago versus a Senior who’s been a Mage for over a year. Why would I be afraid?”
Felix revealed a row of white teeth, each sentence accusing Lauren of bullying the weak. As a noble’s son, he was no fool. How could he fall for such an obvious provocation?
The surrounding students clearly disapproved of a fight with such a disparity in strength. This was no different from bullying. However, Lauren’s expression remained unchanged, his gaze shifting from Felix to Sonia.
Sonia suddenly had a bad feeling.
“Felix, I heard you recently gained a beautiful ‘nice junior sister,’ and the two of you even summoned a Technique Spirit during battle. Your relationship must be ‘good,’ and your personal connection ‘deep,’” Lauren said sarcastically, emphasizing his words. “As a senior, of course, I wouldn’t bully the young. I’ll give you the chance to gang up on me—since I’m taking this up for Celia, it’s not enough to just challenge you, Felix. Let’s have your junior sister join as well!”
“Me against the two of you!”
Although Lauren didn’t say it outright, every sentence he spoke hinted at the same subtext:
I’m going to beat both of you, you despicable couple!
Sonia’s current mood was nothing short of wanting to smash the head of the Observer—how did she, a bystander who prided herself on integrity, get dragged into this mess?
Now, all eyes were on her, including Felix’s.
Sonia’s gaze shifted. She did not step forward, remaining beside Ingrid and looking puzzled, “I’m sorry, Senior Lauren. I don’t understand what you mean—although I study with Felix under Professor Trozan, we don’t have much personal contact. This is your private dispute, and I have no reason to get involved.”