Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

He had only taken a few steps when he was stopped by a tall young man.

"Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?"

Clough stood like a wall in front of them, while his henchmen behind him sneered.

He reached out his right hand and shoved Hughtark hard on the shoulder, the force causing Hughtark to stagger back half a step:

"You haven't forgotten our agreement, have you?"

"If you defeat me, I will give you my spot in the elite class."

"What, are you trying to desert now?"

Because of Philen's encouragement, Shutark mustered up his courage one day.

He knew that with his current status, it would be extremely difficult for him to get close to her.

So he resolutely challenged the top student in the regular class.

The winner can enter the elite class, but there is only one spot each year.

This is a duel where dignity is at stake.

now.

"Crow, you've arrived."

Shutark took a deep breath and slowly straightened his back. "Sorry, I don't have time to wait any longer."

“I’m not trying to run away. Since you’ve brought up fighting, let’s start now. She’s still waiting for me.”

Philon must be very frustrated right now, and he felt he had to rush over to comfort her, just as she had encouraged him back then.

"Oh?"

Clough's lips curled into a sneer, and a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

He has remained firmly in the top position for the past year and has long been accustomed to the awe-inspiring gazes of others.

But this arrogant and ignorant nobody dares to speak in such a tone?

Hmph, do you think you're some kind of opponent that can be easily defeated?

With a crisp "crack" of his knuckles, Clough slowly drew his double-edged axe from his back:

"Your courage is commendable. Then let me, your senior, teach you what it means to be brave but reckless."

The henchmen hurriedly retreated, one of them asking timidly, "Boss, aren't we going to apply for a fighting arena?"

“No need,” Clough scoffed. One axe would be enough to deal with this kind of scum.

At most, you'll have to pay a fine of a few gold coins afterward.

Seeing his opponent's underestimation of his strength, Hugh Tarek couldn't help but feel helpless.

He is no longer the weak person he was a year ago.

After a year of diligent study, he deeply understood the expectations his father had placed on him when he named him.

He also realized that he had always had the same blood as his brother flowing through his veins, but he hadn't been firm enough before and had forgotten the core of a warrior's growth.

Only a steadfast heart can forge a body of steel.

Immediately, he also drew his weapon, and an invisible breeze gently lifted his bangs, revealing a conspicuous scar on his forehead.

"Let's begin."

"Um?!"

Clough felt a chill run down his spine. What was this ominous premonition?

When did this timid and hesitant last-place candidate develop such an imposing presence?

But pride quickly overcame the doubts.

He gripped the axe handle tightly, his muscles tense:

"Pretending to be something you're not!"

The axe blade cleaved down fiercely!

……

The magic school campus, in the center of the square.

The edge of the pool.

"Honestly, I encouraged you so you wouldn't feel so inferior. Who told you to fight?"

Philen puffed out his cheeks slightly, looking at the bruised and swollen Shutark in front of him, his expression full of dissatisfaction.

She held a staff, and emerald green magic enveloped her entire body with each movement.

The injury is visibly healing.

"Tell me, who did you fight this time? The other party must be very strong, to be able to beat you up like this."

Shutark touched the bruise on the corner of his mouth and immediately gasped.

He really wanted to ask why the injuries here weren't treated as well.

But seeing the resentment in Philon's eyes, he swallowed his words.

He probably wanted to learn a lesson.

He sighed, nodded, and said, "Yes, she is indeed very strong, but I still won despite giving it my all."

“Philan, I have good news to tell you.”

"But before that, I want to ask you something."

"You and that green-haired guy..."

The words stuck in his throat, and he found that he couldn't say anything more.

Philon's shoulders trembled slightly.

She lowered her head, her long hair falling down and obscuring half of her face.

"You already know? Well, that makes sense, after all, she's so famous in your warrior department."

"It wasn't a complete defeat... I only managed a draw by using the trump card my teacher gave me."

"Actually, I lost."

A gentle breeze swept by, scattering the stray hairs on her forehead.

Philon suddenly looked up:

"It's alright, Shutark. I'm not going to let something like this get to me."

"Did you come all this way just to comfort me?"

"Really..."

"You're so cute."

Shutark's expression froze instantly.

Cute? I just don't want Philon to say that to me.

Is this a word used to describe a boy?

He opened his mouth as if to protest, but Philon waved his hand away.

"Alright, it's a rare opportunity to meet, let's not talk about this anymore. Tell me your good news, is it related to me?"

Hugh Talke took a deep breath, as if trying to compose himself.

The fragrance of herbs and the faint scent of jasmine from Philon's hair filled his nostrils. He felt his heart pounding in his chest.

"I beat Clough, and I'll be able to move up to the elite class next semester."

"What?" Philon's pupils widened slightly, and a ripple of emotion stirred within him. It really was related to him.

why?

This boy.

Could it be…

He glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of the anticipation in Hugh Tarker's eyes, as if he were waiting for praise.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly lowered her head, her cheeks burning.

No way.

No, I have to go find Ms. Selena right away.

She wasn't ready yet.

Chapter 298 Extra Ten: Final Chapter

Philon blushed, avoided her gaze, and hurried away.

When she told Selena about it, Selena was slightly taken aback, then a gentle smile curved her lips.

"Oh, someone is interested in you? That's great. It's truly sad for a girl to be unloved."

"Think about it carefully, you're almost thirteen years old this year."

Selena pushed up her glasses, her gaze fixed on the pages of the book, and said thoughtfully,

"Also, if I remember correctly, that boy is the same age as you. Since you're in puberty, it's not surprising that you have such feelings."

"There's no need to worry too much; just treat it normally."

"Or perhaps..."

She paused slightly, her fingertips resting on the edge of the page, turned her head to look at Philon, a meaningful smile playing on her lips:

"You also have feelings for him?"

Feelings of attraction? Philon's heart skipped a beat.

She initially only thought of taking care of the other person because she felt sorry for them and thought they were being bullied.