Chapter 47: Friendship Over! Don’t Even Think About the playboy.

“Hey, my idol, the invincible Future Knight Weil, I heard you defeated the Heavenly Proud Daughter Lilith yesterday?” Fittman covered his mouth and whispered to Little Weir, looking secretive as if afraid others might hear. But when did I get the title of Future Knight, and how did Lilith go from a Tsundere Noble Girl to a Heavenly Proud Daughter?

“Who told you that nonsense? Don’t you remember how badly I lost last time?” Little Weir rolled his eyes. He had just won a round using a minor trick, but he had a very strong premonition that Lilith was about to erupt with unimaginable power. Although Lilith had undergone two years of Knight Training, due to her young body at the time, her strength quickly reached a Bottleneck. After two years of accumulation, Lilith, whose Physique had greatly improved, was highly likely to enter a new burst period of strength, stimulated by him. And what about himself? Just as Lilith said, he was about to hit the Bottleneck period in his Knight Training. This was unavoidable because his Physique was far too weak, and his potential had almost been fully developed within this month. To improve his strength now, aside from technique, everything else required slow accumulation.

“Ohohoho, hiding it is useless. The news that you defeated Lilith last night and achieved nine consecutive victories was confirmed by me through multiple sources, and Lilith even admitted it privately.” Fittman said smugly, “The daughter of the younger brother-in-law of the boss of my neighbor lady’s brother is receiving Knight Training at the Rose Knight Hall. The one who defeated you yesterday was her, a sixteen-year-old Apprentice Knight. I heard she has already received the title of Apprentice Knight and joined the Thorn Flower Knight Regiment established by Senior Knight Moli. ‘The flower is beautiful but protected by thorns,’ Senior Knight Moli said. Hey, my friend Weil, how does it feel to defeat the Heavenly Proud Daughter?”

“Heh, Knight Duel, do you know what troubles the winner faces?” Little Weir said weakly. “Knight Apprentices are different from Formal Knights; this is a stage of learning and training, so Formal Knights encourage normal sparring among Apprentices. An Apprentice who wins a Knight Duel generally cannot refuse the challenge of the loser. That is to say…” He decided to stop right there.

“In other words, your challenging Lilith has turned into Lilith challenging you, and you can’t refuse until you lose?” Fittman patted Little Weir’s shoulder gloatingly, wearing an expression that said, ‘I have high hopes for you.’ “A Heavenly Proud Daughter like Lilith never gives up easily. The best way to get close to her heart is to defeat her. Keep it up, my dear friend! You’ve already succeeded halfway. Persistence leads to victory, and a beautiful future awaits you, ahahaha!”

“Weil, did you really defeat Lilith?” The big guy Angell appeared in front of Weil, his face full of shock.

Little Weir nodded gently, his face full of bitter smiles: “Yesterday I played a little trick. I pretended to exert myself greatly during training, exhausting too much of her strength before the Knight Duel, and then I used a surprise attack to win by chance. Truthfully, I am not her match. If she had been even slightly serious, or conserved her stamina better, I would definitely have been the one to lose in the end. Moreover, if I’m not mistaken, because of this defeat, Lilith has found a problem she hadn’t faced before and will usher in a major burst of power.”

Angell heard this and also patted Little Weir’s shoulder: “You are a good person, Weil. You inspired my passion for training, helped the female Knight Apprentices at the Knight Guild Hall train by acting as their target, and now you have awakened Classmate Lilith, causing her strength to explode and grow. I find that whenever I’m with you, good things always happen.”

Little Fatty Fittman nodded repeatedly: “I’ve collected much more information than before, and compiling it into a school newsletter and spreading it privately is very popular, hehe. Everyone is really looking forward to the news about you and Lilith. When will you start your next Knight Duel? Give me a heads-up, and I’ll organize people to cheer you on.”

Are you sure you don’t just want to watch Lilith brutally abuse me? I clearly said,

that I might not be Lilith’s match in the future, yet this scoundrel still wants to smile so happily—no, smile so creepily.

Friendship over! Don’t even think about the playboy 50th anniversary collector’s edition that the Vol Temple Knight returned.

“Oh right, Weil, have you heard of the Sist Opera House?” Fittman organized the information in his hand, saw a piece of gossip, and couldn’t help but want to share it with his friend.

“Sorry, my only impression of opera is from two years ago—the large-scale musical drama ‘Spring of Victory’ organized by the academy, the one praising the Kingdom Warrior. I have no memory of any other opera. Sist Opera House? Is it a newly opened opera house? Heh, that stuff is still a bit far away for us. Let’s talk about it after we become adults.” Little Weir waved his hand. He genuinely disliked opera. He felt he might as well read a few more books instead of spending time crammed into a large room with so many people, watching a bunch of men and women jumping around on stage, listening to ambiguous lines and heart-wrenching songs that even people with slightly poor hearing might struggle to catch. Since listening to it once, he never wanted to hear it again.

“Oh, my dear friend Weil, Lilith is a Tsundere Noble Girl, and the opera house is one of the places noble girls love to frequent. If you want to get closer to her, the opera house is a must-visit… probably.” Fittman suddenly thought of Lilith’s terrifying swordsmanship and added ‘probably’ at the end. The normally noble and beautiful Lilith was actually a Demonic Beast inside; her ferocity was chilling.

“Which do you think she would prefer: an opera ticket or an exquisite wooden sword?” Little Weir rolled his eyes and said weakly, “Do you think you can appreciate the kind of opera she appreciates?”

“My friend, you’re going to lose me as a friend this way. Although what you said is likely true—fine, I really can’t stand the things those Young Misses like—is it really okay to belittle your friend so directly? As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Since you hang out with us, can you appreciate those effeminate things? Ouch, who hit me? Huh, Young Miss Lilith, you’re here for Weil, right? He’s all yours now.” Fittman’s sniveling voice made people want to punch him.

“I was just passing by and came over when I heard someone mention my name. I didn’t realize that was the image you had of me.” Lilith faced Little Weir and said coolly, “I can tell you very responsibly that between an opera ticket and an exquisite wooden sword, even if you sincerely offered them, I wouldn’t choose either. If you are willing to accept more of my challenges, I would be happier. I won’t lose the Knight Duel next rest day.”

“You’ve never lost a Knight Duel on a rest day. Young Miss, can you spare me? How about we switch to a different contest? Calligraphy, painting, anything works.” Little Weir’s words earned him a huge eye roll from Lilith. “Although I don’t think I would lose to you in those subjects, compared to them, I prefer to get back up where I fell. Once I completely defeat you and establish a sufficient gap, I will choose other subjects to challenge you in.”

“Hmph, getting up where you fell—how exhausting is that? If it were me, I’d just lie down comfortably right where I fell.” Fittman’s irritating comment cut in just in time. Lilith looked curiously at their strange pairing: “Hey, Classmate Weil, I’ve always been curious why you chose this kind of person as a friend. Is it just to use this idiot to highlight your own excellence?”

Little Weir showed a contemplative expression, and after a moment, he said faintly, “The first time I met Fittman, he was a handsome, charming, youthful, and delicate young man. He was witty, humorous, and deeply loved by everyone. But I don’t know when he changed and turned into a creepy Little Fatty. Everyone started leaving him one after another, and by the time I realized it, I was the only one left beside him. Hey, Lilith, do you think it’s too late for me to distance myself from him now?”

“That’s enough, you two!” Fittman exclaimed, seeing the two of them team up to mock him with a synergy that truly few people possessed. “A handsome, distinguished, and beautiful young man like me—you actually don’t know how to appreciate me. What a waste of those sharp eyes.”

“Ugh.” Sounds of retching came from the surrounding crowd. Actually, Little Fatty Fittman’s popularity was quite good… well, his general popularity.