Chapter 51 (2/2)

“Yeah,” Heath said, “That’s really like you, Gorms.”

Seeing his expression, she couldn’t help but smile too.

“Well then,” she said, “I’m going to head back. They told me to tell you to rest for the rest of the day.”

“Tsk. I wanted to start training now,” sulked Gorms as he rested on his elbows.

“Geez, you’re forbidden from overdoing things.”

“Sorry I couldn’t help you, Heath.”

“Mn? Oh, don’t worry about that.”

For a moment she had tilted her head in wonder, but realising what he meant, she told him that things were fine.

Though, seeing her att.i.tude actually made Gorms worry instead. To begin with, that strong transfer student came here for her…

“Cya, Gorms. Let’s try our best tomorrow.”

But before Gorms could say anything, Heath had already left the room.

The apprentice knights were in an uproar in the dining hall.

“To think Gorms would be taken down…”

“And in a single hit too.”

They had discussed who was stronger before the match, but not one of them had thought that the result would be so overwhelming.

“What’s gunna happen. Heath is up next, yanno.”

“There’s no way he can win.”

Gorms was their strongest member, and he had been beaten in an instant. On the other hand, Heath was so weak that it would be quicker to count people she could beat. n.o.body thought that she could win.

“Then does that mean Doug is going to join the 18th?”

“Would they even allow that? It’d just be something we randomly decided ourselves.”

“Idunno.”

Everyone had just gone along with it, but they didn’t have the right to dabble in HR to begin with. Was it even possible to swap apprentice knights? n.o.body knew.

“Nah, look at how serious he is. He’s definitely got a plan.”

“Guess so. I mean, he even went out of his way to transfer.”

At any rate, Doug’s pa.s.sion for the 18th Division was no joke.

All the boys felt that he definitely had some plan.

“Ah-, Heath is here.”

At once, the dining hall grew rowdy.

Heath had been in the sickbay, looking after Gorms.

The moment Doug heard that name, he moved into action. Doug had been leaning against the wall with his arms folded, intent on waiting for Heath. And even though training was over, there was still a wooden sword hanging by his hips.

As Heath came down the hallway, Doug went to meet him.

Everyone gulped.

Remié was even watching Heath in worry.

The very moment that Heath ran into the dining hall, Doug drew the wooden sword from his hips and pointed it at Heath.

“It’s your turn, Heath. With your position in the 18th Division as the stakes, I challenge you to a match!”

As for Heath’s reaction,

“Eh? Why on earth would I accept? Are you an idiot?”

she rejected him without mercy, and pa.s.sing him by, she went to line up for food.

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