Chapter 122
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Volume 3 + Chapter 122: Clash
The Sword Saint walked to the broken wall, watching Hill carrying Xia Yi as they attempted to flee the manor.
He took out a magical communication device that could connect with similar devices within a certain range, provided there was no interference.
“Can you hear me?” the Sword Saint said.
As soon as he spoke, voices responded through the device.
“We hear you, Sword Saint. We’re standing by—what are your orders?”
“Seal off the entire street. Don’t let them escape,” the Sword Saint commanded.
“Sword Saint… are you certain? We don’t have Laurel Institute’s permission for this. Such actions will provoke them—”
“Follow my orders. If Laurel Institute intervenes, use force to drive them away.”
Though aware of the risks, his subordinates obeyed: “As you command, Sword Saint.”
Lia, overhearing this, was stunned.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, stepping forward. “This is tantamount to declaring war on Laurel Institute! This isn’t Rhine territory—you’re representing the Schubert family! This will cause diplomatic issues between Laurel Institute and our family!!”
“I’m well aware of the consequences. But I don’t care.”
The Sword Saint didn’t even bother to glance back at Lia.
His sole focus now was capturing Xia Yi.
If he could obtain that potion capable of suppressing draconic frenzy, allowing him to wield his full power without restraint and overcome his flaws, he could surpass—
No, he could transcend Wright Schubert entirely, becoming humanity’s greatest hero!
Strength came first. Only then could he lead humanity to greater heights.
“You won’t escape.”
Stowing the communication device, the Sword Saint leapt out into the night.
……
Hill charged through the manor with Xia Yi in her arms.
Though guards tried to intercept them, none stood a chance against her. Without even drawing her sword, she incapacitated them all, carrying Xia Yi out of the manor and into the streets beyond.
Xia Yi’s mind was blank the entire time.
I—I’m being carried like this by my own student?!
What utter humiliation!
She felt her dignity as a mentor crumbling away.
What kind of teacher ends up like this?!
The only consolation was that Hill didn’t know her true identity—at least she wasn’t completely mortified.
“Once we’re in the streets, they won’t dare act recklessly.”
Hill set Xia Yi down.
“After all, this is Laurel Institute’s territory. Even the Schuberts can’t overstep.”
Now standing on her own, Xia Yi pondered…
Should she act terrified to seem more believable?
Given the “danger” she’d just faced?
Though it was nothing to her, if Hill saw her completely unfazed, it’d look suspicious.
Better play the scared little girl!
“Wuwu… Teacher Hill, I was so scared… Thank goodness you came!”
Xia Yi swayed unsteadily, forcing out a few tears as her eyes glistened with faux fright, her body trembling slightly.
The picture of a helpless, pitiful loli.
“……”
Hill stared at her, expression growing increasingly complicated.
Huh?
Was her acting off? Did she need to try harder?
Xia Yi grew more confused.
Did she actually need to burst into tears, cling to Hill, and sob for comfort?!
Too embarrassing!!
This was already pushing her limits.
“Ahhh!! What are you doing?!”
Both Xia Yi and Hill turned toward the sudden shouts.
Several swordsmen blocked the street ahead, roughly shoving aside pedestrians as they advanced.
Realizing the danger, Hill quickly checked the other direction—
Only to find that exit also sealed off by more armed figures.
Every escape route was cut off.
“You’re not getting away.”
The Sword Saint emerged from the manor, walking toward them.
“Do you truly understand what you’re doing?”
Hill’s expression turned icy as she produced a magical device.
“One activation, and Laurel Institute will be alerted to send reinforcements.”
“I’m well aware. But it changes nothing. Today, I will take Miss Xia Yi.” The Sword Saint stepped onto the street.
“Then we have nothing left to discuss.”
Without another word, Hill triggered the device. Soon, Laurel Institute’s forces would arrive.
Bystanders gaped at the unfolding scene.
“What’s… happening? That’s Teacher Hill, the Sword Saint’s student!”
“Why is the Sword Saint confronting his own student?”
“No idea, but this doesn’t look like a joke—they’re serious.”
Lia followed behind, conflicted. This spiraling situation was the last thing she wanted.
What should’ve been a private matter between her and Xia Yi had escalated beyond control.
And now it was unfolding publicly, tarnishing the Schubert name.
“…Stop this before Laurel Institute arrives, Sword Saint,” she whispered urgently.
But the Sword Saint ignored her.
“Hill, you’ve strayed from the path. As your teacher, I’ll correct you.”
He raised his hand—hesitating briefly before summoning not his holy sword, but an ordinary blade.
Drawing the holy sword against humans would cause irreparable damage to his heroic image.
The crowd tensed, realizing an actual duel was about to erupt between master and student.
“Teacher Hill.” Xia Yi tugged Hill’s sleeve.
“Yes, Xia Yi?” Hill glanced back.
“Kick his ass! I believe in you!”
Xia Yi pumped her tiny fists encouragingly.
“Mm.”
Hill smiled faintly and nodded.
Drawing her sword, she entered a combat stance, her blade radiating intent.
Whoosh!
Before anyone could react, both figures vanished—only to reappear mid-clash, their weapons sparking in the darkness.
When the spectators finally processed the exchange, the outcome stunned them all.
“I must be seeing things…?!”
Lia nearly doubted her own eyes.
Against all expectations—Hill had the upper hand!
