Chapter 7 (1/2)

Yule el el Loomis is a beautiful young man.

Gorgeous golden curly hair tied safely with maroon ribbon, his hair flowed on his back as the sun cast a shadow on his face socketed a pair of blue eyes like the spring time sky. He may look beautiful but he seems to have a dandy atmosphere which on the contrary attracts many ladies. He has slender arms, and lean chests unlike most knights, with his height comparably the same as Felix. He was wearing the white uniform worn only by the 1st Unit which were embroidered by golden threads. Aside from the fact that he was of the same Marquis status as the House of Clavis—from top to bottom, he was the perfect prince from a love story that every ladies dreamt of.

The Golden Prince and the Silver Knight—those were the popular monikers most ladies calls the two and although Felix is more popular among the knights in the Imperial Guards, Aurora thinks that the other young man was more popular to ladies. It’s easy to understand because he’s so beautiful.

However.

For a little while that Aurora was charmed, her brows suddenly creased.

She stared down the training ground where the boisterous cheers turned deadly silent. Only the intense parrying of swords, the terrifying clash of auras with only the thunderous sounds of the swords were heard in the silence of the two knights. As if filling in the silence, there were some birds all over the place chirping, enjoying a refreshing and pleasant afternoon.

In an unnatural silence followed by the sound of tearing skin, Aurora gasp. Felix’s sleeves were torn with streaks of red marks on his skin but this didn’t stop Felix. He rushed forward with his sword and his body turned vigorously as if he didn’t notice his right arm, he swings his sword and cuts the wind.

—GAKIIN!

In contrast with the deadly sounds of their blades, the two looked as if they’re dancing with swords. The moment Felix regains the feel in his right arm, Yule attacks him before he could parry and struck him in the body, causing a wound in Felix’s white cheeks. Neither of them is backing down but a line of red blood forms on Felix’s cheeks.

—Why is he receiving a wound from a practice sword?

Aurora squinted her eyes. Even though a fake sword could tear the skin just by the strength but how could Yule cut Felix’s skin like a knife?

But it seems Aurora was too late to notice this as she then realize the silence among the knights at the background, the sounds of the swords clashing completely froze them—that’s the reason by their painful silence.

Everyone is aware that the sword in Felix’s opponents’ hand isn’t a practice sword.

Aurora gasped and stood up from her seat in surprise. Platoon Commander Ingels stared at her figure which is about to descend from the stairs. The clanging sounds of her heels were almost like the thunders growing louder each step.

A drifting cloud of shadow envelops Aurora’s sight. Then Platoon Commander Ingels’ huge palm grasped her arm.

“Don’t go, Lady Porta.”

“But—”

“It’s fine, he’s strong,”

“How sure can you be?”

“This sort of thing usually happens, not just on Felix.”

“Such a thing—”

“I’m afraid his enemy will keep on breaking the rules.”

Platoon Commander Ingels told her not to go there because she can’t stop them herself, his words stopped Aurora who’s had one of her foot down on the stairs.

“Yule knew that he would certainly lose if he used a practice sword, so he used his own sword.”

“Is this fight that really worth winning?”