Chapter 100

Chapter 101: Loki Familia’s Future Sword Saint in the Making (First Update, Please Subscribe!)

Ais knelt on the stone slabs of the city wall, her pale and smooth legs pressed together. The only exposed skin was slightly indented, forming a soft and comfortable pillow for Izay to rest.

“Izay… you really are special…”

From the initial swift clash and defeat, she could feel that pause during his counterattacks.

Later on, he gradually improved.

As someone who practiced with him, Ais could clearly sense this.

Using weapons to spar, guessing each other’s moves, absorbing all usable knowledge.

Gradually mastering the way to counterattack.

Faster, sharper, more perceptive.

No wonder Izay would say that actual combat is the best training method.

Her thoughts drifted back to their previous practice as Ais’ fingers gently brushed through Izay’s hair, her mood unconsciously becoming peaceful.

The golden hair so similar to hers made Ais feel an inexplicable sense of closeness.

The eastern sky quietly and slowly turned white.

Under the intersection of the azure night sky and the crimson morning sky, the roar of the elf girl came.

“Yaaaaaaaah! Hurry up and get away from Miss Ais!! You shameless Izay!!!”

With an unstoppable momentum, the buff-colored little elf arrived before Izay at over three hundred yards per hour.

“Re-Reafia?”

Not expecting her to appear here, Ais blinked several times in confusion.

“Miss Ais, if you’re being threatened by Izay, blink!”

“—?”

A casual tilt of her head, the blonde girl couldn’t quite understand the thought process of the yuri elf, and didn’t respond.

At this moment, Izay, who was resting on Ais’ lap, raised an eyebrow and opened his eyes, immediately understanding what had caused the earlier roar upon seeing Refia there.

Then he cast a look of disdain towards Refia, as if saying “I thought it was something big, but it’s just this?”

A mere yuri elf, what could she do to him?

Not worth worrying about!

Izay shifted his head to find a more comfortable position, then closed his eyes again, with no intention of getting up from Ais’ lap.

Instantly, Refia exploded.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! You despicable Izay!!! Get off Miss Ais right now!!!”

“You bastard, how dare you take advantage of Miss Ais! You’re disgusting!!!”

The elf girl tugged at Izay’s clothes, gritting her teeth and trying to drag him out.

“Nonsense, taking advantage refers to those lewd matters, I and Ais are perfectly clean. How can you slander like that!?”

“You! Me!!! … That’s sophistry!”

“I’m merely speaking the truth! It’s you who sees everything through colored glasses! And they’re yellow ones too!”

“Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah—!!!”

After arguing with Izay for a while, Refia felt like she might split apart.

After some commotion, Izay eventually got up from Ais’ lap.

There was no choice, because he felt that if he teased the little elf any further, she might cry.

“Hmm… So Miss Ais came out here alone with Izay to train because she didn’t want to disturb others in the Familial Group?”

Refia took a deep breath, her lips slightly pursed, faint traces of red around her eyes, sitting cross-legged on the stone slab in white suspenders, her pointed ears trembling lightly.

It’s early morning, not sure if sitting like this would make her bottom cold…

“Hmm, that’s right.”

Ais explained to Refia the reason why the two had sneaked out alone.

In itself, there was nothing to hide.

Partners within a Familial Group training with each other is completely normal.

‘Damn Izay! He actually goes out alone with Miss Ais at night for training! How enviable! No, absolutely despicable! A man and a woman sneaking out under the cover of darkness…’

Refia pouted, hands hugging her cheeks, lost in thought.

“Gruuuuuhhh…”

A small sound, akin to a discarded puppy, seemed to have been heard.

Though subtle, it did not escape the ears of the other two.

Ais looked at Izay, seemingly asking what was wrong with Refia.

Seeing the pure gaze of the blonde girl, Izay shrugged, indicating that he didn’t know either.

He could guess that Refia might be jealous, but still gave the girl some face.

Sigh, he was truly considerate.

…

Of course, the training between Izay and the beautiful girl wouldn’t end in just one day.

For a long time after that, both maintained this habit before dawn.

Of course, there was always a little tail following behind them.

This was to prevent Izay from having ulterior motives towards Miss Ais!

That’s what she herself said.

However, what she truly thinks… only she knows.

Unbeknownst to whether inspired by certain peculiarities of Izay,

One day, Refia asked Ais for hand-to-hand combat training.

Ais agreed.

And then—

That day saw an utterly brutal beating.

Izay couldn’t help but chuckle.

Expecting Ais to be gentle during training?

Better go wash up and sleep.

Unexpectedly, Refia persisted.

Because in hand-to-hand combat training, she could openly have physical contact with Ais, which seemed to ignite an unprecedented determination.

The close-range combat skills of the little elf were improving day by day.

She even shouted about wanting to learn swordsmanship from Ais!

If she maintains such determination while learning the sword,

Izay seemed to already see the birth of the next generation of sword saints in the Loki Familia…

Worth mentioning is that as Ais voluntarily kneeled down to support Izay’s head more frequently, Refia gradually became numb to it, her reactions becoming increasingly mild.

Mainly because every time she was knocked unconscious, she was treated the same way, so naturally, she couldn’t use this matter to tease Izay anymore.

Plus, sometimes Izay also practiced with her, making their relationship better.

One afternoon.

After having lunch with everyone in the Familial Group, Izay went to Loki’s Divine Room.

“Yo, Izay, come to update your Ability Values?”

As usual, Loki was drinking, she seemed to always have alcohol with her, truly deserving her title as a drunkard.

“Hmm, it has been a while since my last update.”

Izay nodded nonchalantly.

It has been over a month since he leveled up to Level 2.

During this period, he hadn’t updated his Ability Values, unsure of what level he could reach this time.

Many things happened within a month.

Artemis had already left with her Familial Group.

They left half a month ago.

This return to Orario was supposed to be for just a few days, but unexpectedly dragged on for over ten days.

Izay remembered that when bidding farewell, Letsha, Lanti, and those twenty girls all wore rather ambiguous smiles.

That was probably the first time Artemis lost her authority within her own Familial Group.

Also, Izay gained another magic.

Just one, developing the other magic proved much harder than expected, and he hasn’t managed to create it yet.