FVN Chapter 305: Lady Evelyn?
Chapter 305: Lady Evelyn?
Chapter 305: Lady Evelyn?
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Inside Killian Hall's center, the prestigious dormitory reserved for the top ten students of the academy, lay a vast public training ground that seemed almost forgotten.
Despite its grandeur, the space was rarely used, as each dormitory room was equipped with personalized training chambers tailored to its occupant's unique abilities.
Tonight, however, the training ground was anything but dormant.
It was alight with activity, illuminated by flashes of radiant light and resonating with the sharp clangs of metal against metal.
Explosions of energy rippled across the area, sending shockwaves through the air, though none penetrated the surrounding dormitory.
Normally, such commotion would wake the entire hall, disrupting the peaceful slumber of its elite residents.
However, the training ground's sophisticated protection magic-an intricate blend of soundproof barriers and spatial isolation spells-ensured that the chaos remained confined within its bounds.
For most, the sight of activity in this public space, particularly at such a late hour, would be perplexing.
Access to the training ground was strictly regulated under the watchful eye of the dormitory master, who enforced the rules with unwavering discipline.
And yet, here it was-alive with energy in the dead of night.
Within the arena, a lone figure moved with precision and grace.
The blade in their hand glinted under the artificial light, its movements sharp and calculated. Sparks flew as it clashed against another weapon, the sound ringing out like a melody of war. Sonic booms followed each exchange, the force of their strikes splitting the air itself.
Despite the intensity of the battle, the figure remained composed, their breath even and movements fluid.
Each step they took left a faint, shimmering trace of mana in their wake
For any onlooker, it would be clear that this was no ordinary student.
To be here at this hour, breaking rules with such audacity, spoke of a confidence or perhaps desperation that set them apart.
"Haah!!!"
A blinding flash of white light erupted, illuminating the dim training ground in an intense glow.
The searing sound of destruction followed, accompanied by the crackling hiss of superheated
air.
[Sunstrike!]
Lucas's voice rang out as his most powerful skill tore through the space before him. Steam billowed from his lips as he exhaled, the heat from his attack lingering in the air.
His golden eyes gleamed in the faintly lit training ground, reflecting both determination and frustration.
Before him lay a molten trail, a testament to the devastating power of his skill.
The beam had carved a scorched path three meters wide, extending nearly fifty meters ahead.
The large metallic training golem, designed to endure even the most powerful strikes, had been reduced to a heap of warped and liquefied metal, its once-imposing form now unrecognizable.
Yet despite the overwhelming display of strength...
"Tsk!"
Lucas clicked his tongue, annoyance flickering across his face as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
"It's still lacking," he muttered, his voice tinged with dissatisfaction.
He had been at this for hours-since the early hours of the previous morning, pushing himself to the brink.
Now, with the second dawn approaching, his frustration grew. Despite all his effort, the power he sought still eluded him.
The refinement of his technique, the raw strength he craved-it all fell short of the perfection he demanded.
With a heavy sigh, Lucas trudged back toward the bench at the side of the training hall.
Grabbing his canteen, he drained the last remnants of water before pouring some over his face, the cool liquid a brief respite against his overheated skin.
"At this rate, I'll never be able to use this..."
Lucas stared down at the holy sword resting on the bench beside him, its pristine white blade gleaming faintly under the subdued lights of the training ground.
A prickle of awareness shot through him.
Even though his mana reserves were depleted and his physical senses had dulled from exhaustion, his sharp instincts screamed at him. Something was off. Someone was watching.
Lucas's golden eyes narrowed, the glow within them intensifying as his gaze snapped toward one of the towering pillar-like columns supporting the massive dome of the training ground.
"Who's there?"
His voice was low, carrying an edge of warning.
The training ground fell silent, the faint hum of protective enchantments and the soft crackle
of molten debris the only sounds.
It was way past midnight, and all students should have been asleep by now. Only three groups
of people would be awake at this hour:
The academic staff-though they had no reason to enter Killian Hall without cause and were bound by academy rules to avoid interfering here.
The dorm master, who regularly patrolled the dorms but was far too disciplined to skulk
around in the shadows.
And... lastly the principal... who was a person that rarely ever left her office and much like
most of the academic staff had no reasons for being here....
"Step out,"
Lucas commanded, his voice firm, his hands instinctively gripping the hilt of his holy sword.
The weapon seemed to respond to his unease, its pure white blade humming faintly in
resonance with its master's emotions.
He shifted into a defensive stance, muscles tense, ready to react to any threat.
But then, a soft, lilting voice broke the silence.
"Fufu- Please forgive me for sneaking around~"
The moment Lucas heard it, his body froze. That voice-it was unmistakable.
Memories flooded his mind, unbidden and vivid.
It was the voice he had searched for ever since he first met her back when he was a first year...
A voice tied to a mysterious presence that had vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Despite his efforts to find her, she had left no trace, no clue, as if she were a fleeting illusion.
His golden eyes widened in disbelief as a figure emerged from the shadows behind the pillar. Slowly, gracefully, a young woman stepped into the dim light of the training ground.
Her golden hair shimmered faintly under the flickering glow of the magical lamps, cascading
down her back like liquid sunlight.
Her ocean-blue eyes met his, filled with a gentle warmth that contrasted with the cold
emptiness of the silent hall.
Lucas felt his breath catch.
She looked exactly as he remembered-no, more than that.
She was unchanged, as though time had frozen since their last meeting.
The same radiant beauty, the same presence that seemed to command the space around her
effortlessly.
Even her outfit was identical to what he had last seen her wearing, pristine and elegant. It was as if she had stepped directly out of his memories.
"Lady... Evelyn?" he muttered, the name slipping from his lips before he could stop himself.
"It's nice to finally-I mean, we finally meet again, Lucas-" Evelyn said with a soft smile, correcting herself mid-sentence. Her tone was playful yet sincere, her gaze unwavering as she regarded him. "It seems you've been training quite hard. I respect that~"
As Evelyn began walking toward him, her movements graceful and unhurried, Lucas's mind raced with questions.