Abnormal Type-Moon

Roy kept the smile on his face unchanged.

To be honest, why do some people always assume he has ill intentions toward Kirin Toudou?

"Hmph!"

Julis cast a sidelong glare at Kouichirou Toudou, emitting a sharp cold snort.

Kouichirou clicked his tongue, clearly noticing the full disgust in Julis's attitude.

But he didn't argue back; instead, he pretended not to see it.

After all, though from the Puppet Kingdom, Julis was still a princess of a nation.

Since she didn't say anything, he wasn't about to lose his temper for no reason.

"Roy senpai is not that kind of person…"

Kirin's lips twitched nervously as she timidly refuted his words.

Though they had only interacted for a short while, Kirin could feel Roy had no malicious intent. He didn't have any lecherous feelings toward her.

"Kirin, you've been getting bolder lately!"

But Kouichirou's face immediately turned cold upon hearing that.

"Even if others invite you, you should flatly refuse. Nothing is more important than your own training. This is all for fulfilling your wish. Haven't I taught you that?"

"So what are you doing now? Hanging out with irrelevant people? I know exactly what boys his age are thinking! You better get a grip on reality—without me, someone as clueless as you wouldn't have gotten this far!"

"Well... I'm grateful to you, Uncle... but—"

Kirin bit her lip, instinctively wanting to argue.

She felt her uncle's words were somewhat off.

But Kouichirou refused to listen.

He raised his hand.

And with a slap, his palm struck Kirin's face.

Kirin instinctively closed her eyes.

Julis's expression instantly turned furious.

But immediately—

"Uncle, you shouldn't do that!"

A strong gust of wind suddenly swept through, making silver and pink hair flutter in unison.

A figure appeared between Kirin and her uncle without anyone noticing, reaching out like a vice and grabbing Kouichirou's wrist, immobilizing him.

Julis was stunned.

She suddenly widened her eyes, glanced backward, then looked at the figure in front of her, finally realizing—

The one who inserted himself between Kirin and her uncle, grabbing Kouichirou's wrist, was none other than Roy.

But when?

He had been standing at least twenty meters behind them, yet in an instant, he had crossed that distance and blocked Kouichirou?

The most shocking part was that Julis hadn't seen Roy move at all in that moment!

Even though her attention had been fully on Kouichirou, Roy passed right by her side without her noticing a shadow, and only when he had already grabbed Kouichirou did she react!

There was no doubt—her eyes simply couldn't capture Roy's movement!

So fast!

His speed completely surpassed Kirin's, beyond her dynamic visual limit!

Just thinking about Roy rushing past her at such a terrifying speed made Julis's hairs stand on end.

Doesn't that mean, if he wanted to, Roy could have struck her down in one blow without her even having a chance to defend?

No, judging from the fact that he could cross more than twenty meters in the blink of an eye, even in a fully prepared stage duel, he could instantly close the distance and defeat her with one strike from the front?

Unbelievable!

Is this his true strength?

"You—you bastard! Let me go right now!"

Kouichirou's anxious shout rang out.

Julis snapped back to her senses and looked toward the arena.

Kouichirou's face was flushed red. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't pull his wrist free from Roy's grip.

Roy kept smiling the entire time. Even now, he looked at his opponent with a friendly, smiling face.

But Kouichirou, caught in Roy's grasp, found that smile eerie—like a demon's grin ready to crush him.

A trace of fear appeared on his face.

"What do you want to do?! I warn you, I'm just an ordinary person!"

"And I'm a cadre in the Ginga organization. If you, a Genestellar generation, hurt me, you will be heavily condemned and spend the rest of your life in prison!"

"Heh heh."

Roy couldn't help but laugh aloud.

Given what he had done at Ginga Headquarters, he had no doubt that if the pursuers from Ginga found him, they would definitely kill him on the spot without hesitation.

"Spending the rest of his life in prison or something like that—that actually sounds pretty lenient by comparison."

"Senpai…"

Roy felt a tug on his student uniform from behind.

He turned to see Kirin Toudou.

The girl lowered her head, her expression unbearably complex.

There was a knowing sadness and a helpless gratitude.

These tangled emotions played across her face, as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

"Please... release my uncle."

Kirin lowered her head and pleaded to Roy.

Roy looked at her steadily.

Among all those complicated emotions, there was no trace of regret.

After a moment of silence, Roy finally released his grip.

"Damn it! That's why I say, the Genestellar generation aren't good people!"

As soon as Kouichirou Toudou was freed, he quickly backed away several steps.

Once he felt safe, he shot a wary glance at Roy, his face full of disgust toward the Genestellar generation.

"Please leave! It's Kirin's training time now. According to the rules, you have no right to stay here!"

"Hmph, who wants to stay in a place like this!"

Julis scoffed coldly, taking the lead toward the arena gate without even looking back, her pace brisk as if eager to leave this polluted ground behind.

Roy glanced once more at Kirin.

Seeing her still bowed, silent, he furrowed his brow.

"Please leave!"

Kouichirou glared at him with a stern face.

Roy looked back at him, his smile fading gradually.

Just as Kouichirou expected him to lose his temper, Roy instead turned and walked toward the arena gate.

Before long, the gate was shut again.

Only after both had left—especially Roy—did Kouichirou finally relax, but recalling the earlier scene, he ground his teeth in fury.

He opened a spatial window and searched for a while before finding Roy's student profile.

Seeing the "Special Enrollee" category, his face twisted into an even more disgusted expression.

A special enrollee meant signing a contract with the academy, and then participating in the Festa to bring glory to the school.

Ranking in the Festa was the most important strategic priority for each of the five academies, aside from the Queenvail Girls' Academy.

Even as a cadre, Kouichirou knew he couldn't cause trouble for a special enrollee preparing for the festival—higher-ups would never allow that, especially since he was just a candidate cadre.

"Kirin, you—!"

Kouichirou's anger grew as he cast a furious look at Kirin.

Dong—!

Suddenly, a loud booming noise echoed like a morning drum or evening bell.

"This gate isn't so tough after all!"

From outside came a deliberately loud voice, as if declaring the intention to break through.

Kouichirou was startled, his face turning a dark reddish color like pig liver.

"Hmph!"

He snorted coldly, then turned and left through the back door.

Kirin, who had been bracing for a beating, suddenly saw her uncle leave in disgrace and smiled briefly.

She quickly suppressed the smile, sighed with worry, then walked to the center of the arena and silently began her solo training.

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