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The spacious carriage traveled on a flat road. Will was absorbed in reading a book, while Annie watched Lilith closely, preventing her from getting near Will. Angor was eager for a big fight, and Feitman was scribbling in his notebook, laughing like a 200-pound child. Outside the carriage, the Vol Temple Knight and the coachman sat together. As a swordsmanship teacher at Mirdis Intermediate Academy, he was responsible for the safety of his students. Well, that was the excuse that got him on the carriage…-
3.5 M • Ongoing
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In the end, little Will couldn't escape the fate of being challenged by Lilith with basic swordsmanship. He was defeated in thirty-two moves, essentially having no power to fight back, and was ultimately disarmed of his wooden sword and utterly defeated. When Lilith discarded her flashy Gale Swordsmanship, her threat to little Will actually increased by a whole level. This forced both Lilith and little Will to ponder, and being intelligent individuals, they quickly considered a possibility: Lilith's…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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“So that’s how it is.” Lilith’s eyes lit up. She had spent the entire afternoon observing Little Weir’s training and found that it was nothing but basics. But were basics really that important? Basic swordsmanship had been studied countless times by countless people; anyone with a bit of strength was very familiar with it. So why was Little Weir still insisting on practicing basic swordsmanship? He had already defeated several apprentice knights who had been practicing knight cultivation methods…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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It was a spectacular showdown. Although it seemed like a one-sided crushing by Lilith, with little Will retreating step by step without any ability to fight back or counterattack, Lilith's relentless, storm-like attacks still captivated the female knight apprentices present. They watched, mesmerized, realizing that female knights could be formidable and that men were not invincible. Lilith withdrew her wooden sword, shot Will a glance, and stepped off the stage. The arena wasn't high, only half a…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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Jasmine gave Little Weir ten minutes to rest, then sent out the second knight apprentice, a twelve-year-old who had been studying at the Rose Knight Hall for five months. This female knight apprentice wasn't tall, but she looked much more formidable than the first little girl. Her movements were clean and precise, and her speed and strength were significantly superior, clearly indicating she was an existence who had already found her footing on the path of a knight apprentice. She immediately…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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“Lilith, why are you here?” Little Will, already nervous in the all-female domain, almost turned and ran when he suddenly saw someone he knew. But if it was Lilith, it wasn't so bad. At least he knew her relatively well; she wasn't the type to spread gossip. “That’s a question I should be asking you. Why are you at the Rose Knights’ Guild? This is a women’s guild, and apart from one or two visits from high-ranking knights each year, men are usually forbidden here.” Lilith, flushed and…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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The meal concluded in a strange atmosphere. It was the first time Little Will had witnessed a beautiful woman flirting with another beautiful woman, and the one being flirted with was his own mother. Touching her small hands, wrapping an arm around her waist, and leaning in to take deep breaths near his mother—she was a complete female pervert. His father, on the other hand, glared with an expression that suggested he wanted to devour someone, but he truly couldn't beat her. This was why he…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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Rest days used to be Little Weir’s favorite day of the week, a time for sleeping in, napping, and dozing off. However, ever since he started knight training with his father, rest days had become the most grueling. On school days, he had an hour of formal knight training in the morning and another hour in the evening, with plenty of breaks in between. But on rest days, he had to train all day. Rest days were no longer for rest; they were days of hardship! Opening his eyes, Little Weir lazily turned…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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“This magazine has been replaced; it’s not the ‘Playboy 50th Anniversary Collector’s Edition’ that Little Ver had, but a completely new one.” Inside the meeting hall of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, the Bishop listened to the report from Sir Vol, the Temple Knight. “Initially, I just wanted to acquire this magazine to satisfy my collector’s desire as a gentleman, so I left a mark on it—a unique mark belonging to our family. Most people, even junior wizards, might not notice it, and…
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“Hey, my dear friend, Little Vile, a week has passed. Isn’t it time to ask our Dean of Discipline to return our sacred artifact?” After finishing sword training, Vol crept up to Little Vile and muttered, “That creepy-looking guy, Grinsen, doesn’t seem like a good person. I’m really worried about our sacred artifact being with him.” Hearing Vol refer to it as a “sacred artifact” repeatedly gave Little Vile a headache. If it wasn't to hand him that 'Playboy 50th Anniversary Collector's…
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3.5 M • Ongoing
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