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Serpens’s heart was pounding.A sword wielded by someone he had just met was aimed at his neck.If his opponent decided to, he could die a meaningless death.
It felt like standing on a collapsing cliff.
“Haa…….”
The boy breathed roughly.He was not as exhausted as the sound made him seem.A small psychological game he was trying to play.It was the boy’s courage, born from the belief that a supervisor would not attack an exhausted candidate during an examination.
“That sword you use. Who did you learn it from?”
Along with the question, the longsword came even closer.While Serpens stalled for...
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