The air changed.

  The prospective trainees who have been trapped to a tight schedule for four months to build discipline.

  For them, it was unimaginable for one of them to act like that.

  However, that was broken down.

  That too, by Bratt Lloyd, who followed the guidance better than anyone.

  ‘Bratt Lloyd asking for a duel?’


  ‘They said we could swing freely, but this…’


  ‘Isn’t it going to create trouble?’


  The children all went stiff. And their gazes slowly turned to one side.

  It was in the direction of instructor Ahmed.

  Rune Tarhal smiled. The serious expression he put up to scare the kid disappeared, revealing his usual gentle face.

  He promised to teach Irene the best of his ability, and Irene vowed to learn.

  A week passed.

  Rune Tarhal, who was temporarily in charge of class F, returned to the recovery room.

  Irene, too, moved from class F to class C.