Chapter 41 — Blackwell Blade [3]
Somehow, it felt like those words were meant for me.
The game flagged this moment. Eleanor's interest meter.
I must have triggered something during our previous interactions.
The potion request? The hallway conversation? Whatever it was, she's expecting me to perform. No pressure.
Whether that was true or not, Eleanor formally began the entrance examination.
"Everyone, step back. One at a time, come forward. I don't care how you block my sword. I told you to bring your weapon, didn't I? Whether you use a sword, spear, shield—or even try magic—it doesn't matter. Just block it, however you can."
The applicants quickly stepped back, and I was about to volunteer first.
I figured it was better to get hit early rather than later, but—
"Alex, you'll go last."
"…Sorry?"
"I said, you'll go last."
"…Understood."
