Not Again

Somewhere at the Lohengramm mansion, a boy holding a wooden sword used the wall as his footing to throw himself forward.

Foosh-!

-Clang!

His opponent, a woman who was using a small twig, redirected his attack to the side. She threw a kick on his stomach as follow up, making him flew away to hit the wall.

"You've really improved your swordsmanship in just two years... I must say, I'm quite impressed, Athan."

The woman walked towards the boy and aimed the twig to his neck.

"Though... That doesn't mean you could beat me yet."

Athan, who had his back slumped on the wall, slowly lifted his head upon noticing the shadow towering up before him.

"Tch...!" He clicked his tongue out of annoyance.

Before the woman could even add something to say, she finally noticed that her foot had been standing on to something gooshy... It was weirdly uncomfortable for her.

"...?"

By the time her attention went back to Athan...

"Do you...!!?

He was gone.

She tries to turn around when she suddenly felt somethi