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In the end, some of the women began excitedly whispering to one another after hearing Ophni.

"His highness is astounding."

"He undoubtedly has a warrior's aura."

"Whoever marries prince Ophni will have the most luck."

"That would be me."

"You can never stop dreaming, can you?"

"Prince Feron is more honorable and wise."

"I'm sure that you are not contrasting Prince Ayrton and Prince Feron's intelligence levels. because Prince Ayrton is renowned for his intelligence."

"But no one compares to Prince Arlo, an angel who came to Earth to bless us all with his magnificence."

"Prince Lydan is also attractive, and he exudes a noble aura that no other prince possesses."

"You can say whatever you want, but in my opinion, Princess Lynorr is great."

"You're right; she looks way better in a male's uniform."

"Ladies, kindly." One of the Nobel stated as he turned around to face the women in the rear.

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"Why, do you think the winner needs a prize, then?" With his eyes still twitching, Edward inquired.

Ophni said again with a smirk, "We should have something worthy to fight for."

As Edward stared at Ophni, he said to himself, "You really can play mischievously."

Edward finally laughed as he said, "If my favorite pupil is saying this, then I'll agree."

"What prize could the royals deem deserving of a fight?" A professor who was standing next to Edward said.

"After what occurred yesterday, I know exactly what they might want," Edward had a thought.

The other professors next to him were astonished when Edward smirked and continued, "The winner who would win against me, can send a letter outside the academy."

Ophni made eye contact with Feron after hearing the announcement and grinned as Feron nodded and looked back at him.

"Professor Edward, please!" Gage shouted as he finally approached Edward and stood in front of him, after climbing the steps.

"What?" Edward questioned.

"How can you permit that? "You are aware that, except for the principal, we are unable to connect with anyone outside for an entire year," Edward smirked as soon as he heard Gage speak in a whisper.

"What's with your smile?" Do you want Richard to treat you worse than the last time?" As soon as Gage noticed Edward, who was grinning and staring at him, he said it once more.

"Do you believe they can defeat me?" Gage was looking at Edward with confusion in his eyes as he asked questions.

"All of the royals have had swordsmanship instruction from me, except the prince. Why? Because I was the best at it." Edward looked at Gage and said with pride,

Gage expressed concern, saying, "You always do things on impulse; if you lose, then Richard won't let you off easily."

As he turned to face the students, Edward remarked, "Don't worry, I can manage it all alone."

As Ayrton and Feron walked in between them with swords, all the students moved aside, leaving a sizable gap between them.

One more thing, Edward advised: "Use your spells or powers throughout the battle and spend the following three months transcribing the top hundred spell books."

Looking excitedly at Ayrton and Feron, Lydan thought to himself, "It seems fun." Swordsmanship is all I'm good at."

Feron nervously muttered to himself, "I'm so dead," as he looked at Ayrton, who was silent and whose eyes appeared to be filled with fury.

Edward began to count and stated, "On the count of three.

"Why is my hand trembling so badly?" Feron's thoughts murmured.

"One"

Feron's conscience muttered, "I can't survive this," once more as he clutched the sword tightly in his hand. In contrast, Ayrton was standing calmly.

"Two"

Lydan, who was watching them with the same eagerness as everyone else, intellectually muttered, "Here it begins."

"Three"

Ayrton attacked Feron with a sword in one hand, a split second after Edward gave the signal.

On the other side, Feron made an effort to deflect Ayrton's sword blow.

"Why pick me, what type of bookworm knows how to use a sword?" Looking into Ayrton's eyes and straining to keep the blade from reaching his neck, Feron mused to himself.

"Why are they fighting like they are on the battlefields?" said Lynorr.

"Do they have a romantic relationship outside of the Academy for them to be fighting this severely?" Added Arlo.

Ophni replied as he passed Arlo and Lynorr on his way to Lydan, "It's more than that."

The professors were standing behind the royalties, who were standing apart from the other pupils.

"Do you enjoy swordplay, lady?" Lydan's excited reactions caught Ophni's attention, and he questioned.

Despite his desire to keep looking at Ayrton and Feron, Lydan turned to face Ophni.

Following a gesture, Lydan said, "It is the only thing I adore after books." He then abruptly swiveled to the opposite side to observe the sparring session.

Ophni's eyes filled with the rage of elation as soon as he noticed Lydan's actions, and a smile spread across his face.

Ophni remarked, smirking as Lydan gazed at him, "Lady, spar with me then."

Lydan was looking at Ophni when his gaze shifted to Lynorr and Arlo, who were frantically signaling for him to say no, which confused him.

Lydan continued to observe the sparring battle as he gestured, "Alright." Because he couldn't understand Arlo and Lynorr.

Lynorr stepped forward to observe the match with Arlo and said, "He's done for."

The sound of metal hitting metal filled the entire abyss, and all of the students were paying close attention to both of them. Even the students who were behind and couldn't see them sparring used their powers to see in front.

Edward whispered to Gage, "The conflict seems too serious."

"Prince Ayrton seems to be taking the sparring extremely seriously," Gage said.

The duel between Feron and Ayrton got extremely heated, and as it reached its peak, Feron was fighting for his life while Ayrton was dead serious about defeating him.

After a few more blows from Ayrton, Feron fell to the floor without his sword in his hand, and Ayrton was in front of him, holding the sword to his neck.

To be continued...