Allen stared at the sword tip, just an inch from his eyeball, and said nothing.
Paul held the sword with both hands, his shoulders lowered, his body tilted to the side, in a thrusting posture, standing in a horse stance in front of Allen.
On the ground, the shadows of the two figures were motionless.
"He won! Father won... oomph!"
In the distance, Rudeus had just jumped up to celebrate when Zenith grabbed him and pulled him down, simultaneously covering his mouth.
She let out a tense breath and looked down at Rudeus.
"Rudy, don't shout and disturb your father!"
Rudeus looked utterly surprised, feigning innocence.
"Huh? But Father has already won. He even held back. Otherwise, he would have pierced that kid's head with one thrust!"
Lilia also gasped in amazement at this point. She unconsciously rubbed the sweat from her palms and turned to whisper to Rudeus.
"Young Master, look again... It's actually the Master who is at a disadvantage. His opening attack was seen through by his opponent... A brilliant opening exchange... That boy looks so young, but his swordsmanship is so outstanding..."
Seen through?... What does that mean?
Rudeus quickly turned his head back to the yard.
The wind brought a strange sound, like... the grating sound of metal rubbing against metal.
He looked at the posture of the two in the yard and his eyes widened.
At this moment, the sun had sunk a little lower, and the direction of the light and shadow had changed slightly.
In the shadow cast by Paul's shoulder, a spot of light emerged from between the two figures.
It was a thin blade, gleaming coldly, extending from the hand of the messy-haired pervert. It struck Paul's hilt directly, perfectly wedged in the hollowed-out inverted triangle. The blade trembled slightly, and the point where it struck the hilt emitted a fine, grating sound. It wasn't that Paul had stopped, but that his attack had been blocked by the blade. The outcome was still undecided.
Paul pushed forward with the hilt, applying pressure, while Allen silently wrapped his arm in Touki, using his strength to stop the thrust.
Paul smiled.
"Sword God Style—Wrist Drop. You realized you couldn't dodge my Sword God Style opening, so you reacted instantly, using Wrist Drop to aim for my wrist, forcing me to block with the hilt. A beautiful offense-as-defense."
Allen looked past Paul's blade to his face.
"Sword God Style opening? Not North God Style?"
Paul narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"Oh? Are you saying I was using a sneak attack?"
"Is it..."
He had just uttered one word when, on the edge of Allen's vision, a right leg, a blur of motion, shot towards his chest. Allen's pupils constricted. He instantly twisted his wrist, bringing the sword with it, while maintaining the position of his scabbard against Paul's. He turned the blade outwards and, at the same time, stepped forward and to the side, hiding his chest behind the back of the blade. The blade, connecting their two bodies, and leveraging the force of their struggle, firmly formed a natural steel defense line.
The next moment.
Paul's foot stopped steadily in front of the blade.
Then, he bent his knees, jumped back several meters, and retracted his sword.
Allen pivoted his blade and stepped back, returning to his original middle stance, as if he had never moved.
He looked at the smiling Paul, pursed his lips, and finished the sentence he had been holding back.
"...not? It was full of tricks from the beginning. Even the opening high stance was a feint. If I had mistaken it for a slash and reacted hastily, the thrust after the feint would have decided the match."
Paul, who pretends to despise the North God Style, is actually very good at it. As expected of the man who was once in the same party as Ghislaine and managed to score with her during her beast-person heat... wait... wasn't he also caught by Elinalise? And then they successfully had a threesome?
The Fangs of the Black Wolf had only three female members. The other one was Zenith, Paul's current wife. The cunning of the North God Style is ingrained in his instincts, including but not limited to swordsmanship. His timing for sleeping with women is also quite cunning...
Paul chuckled, showing no sign of the anger from the fight just now. Without a doubt, that had also been a deliberate act to cover his subsequent kick.
"Very good. A perfect, textbook Water God Style defensive stance. A precise sense of killing intent. You're a completely outstanding Water God Style swordsman. In that case..."
Allen had no intention of replying, just watching Paul's sword hand.
But unexpectedly, the next moment, the other party made a declaration.
"You're hired. Of course, there's still a seven-day trial period. Come with me, I'll pick a room for you."
With that, he turned and walked towards the door.
Allen was stunned and sheathed his sword.
It's over already? I haven't even warmed up yet. Crap, I should have used the North God or Sword God Style for a passionate exchange of blows. That was not satisfying at all... and...
Allen watched as Paul was welcomed like a returning hero by his wife and mistress. Rudeus, however, upon catching his eye, instantly looked away and stiffly turned back into the house.
It started hastily and ended perfunctorily... This home tutor job for Rudeus... came about with a strange and inexplicable smoothness...
Allen thought for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips. He walked towards Zenith, who was gesturing for him to come over.
He dispersed the smoky text in the air.
"Is your name Allen?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Zenith walked to a bedroom door, opened it, and gestured for Allen to look inside.
"You don't look very old. Would you mind telling me your age?"
Allen looked at the familiar bedroom layout and smiled.
It was the room Roxy had lived in.
"Nine years and four months."
Zenith was taken aback and turned to look at Allen in surprise.
"...I can't tell at all. You're much taller than others your age... Are you already an adventurer at such a young age? That's amazing..."
Not as amazing as your precious son, who was already traveling the Demon Continent with a girl at the age of ten.
Allen turned to look at Zenith, who was half a head taller than him. Her expression of praise was sincere, her blinking eyelashes full of feminine gentleness and understanding.
She had the face of a classic cuckolded wife.
Paul, oh Paul... you really deserve to die...
"You flatter me, Ma'am... A poor man's child matures early."
Zenith smiled and pointed down the hallway behind her.
"Paul told me to tell you to go to the study to find him after you've put away your things. I have to go prepare dinner."
"Thank you for your hard work, Ma'am."
Allen smiled and watched Zenith leave. He took out the map, compass, and other items from his swordsman's uniform pocket, placed them on the table with his longsword, then went out and turned to look down the other end of the hallway.
A small head suddenly retracted into its room, followed by a slam as the door was shut.
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