“Allen is probably more concerned about The War Dance Festival that will be held in a month, rather than the sword skills exam tomorrow,” Nina said.
The War Dance Festival is an annual festival at Hildaran College, where all students can engage in fair one-on-one battles to determine their rankings.
The festival usually takes place in May, and all students are welcome to participate regardless of grade level, gender, or choice of combat style, be it sword skills, magic, or hand-to-hand combat.
The War Dance Festival is also an exam that tests the strength of students at Hildaran College. Those who perform well in the competition will receive recognition and tangible rewards, such as opportunities to learn powerful magic or sword skills that normal students couldn't access, magical equipment, and an increase in their personal War Dance experience points, allowing lower-level students a chance to be promoted.
"It's Allen's first time participating in The War Dance Festival, meow. I wonder what would happen if she won the championship for the first time! It would be amazing to see her defeat all the older students, meow," Mia said, with a look of anticipation on her face as her hands hugged Allen's neck from the back.
As the fluffy arms rubbed against her cheeks, Allen's expression turned content, feeling the elasticity of Mia’s soft breasts on her back.
"With Allen's strength, she will undoubtedly rank among the top few. Winning the championship wouldn't be surprising," Nina added.
"Allen will do her best," Allen said, her oval face showing an unwavering confidence.
At that moment, the morning sun pierced through the darkness and illuminated the clouds, causing the whole sky to shine brilliantly. A strong wind blew from the distant Inez Plains, rushing through every street corner of the town.
The whole city was surrounded by tall walls, with towering buildings and straight streets lined up.
This was where The God of Sun and Night first appeared, and where the myth began. It was said that the knight king Cleva and his sister, the red flame goddess Neina, met two divine beings here and received their favor. From then on, the siblings' strength skyrocketed, making them some of the most formidable individuals on the Irvine Continent.
With few people walking on the streets due to the early hour, only some merchants were starting their businesses, and the sounds of horse neighs and carriages rumbling on the roads echoed through the city.
A group of sparrows chirped happily on the roofs of the buildings, as if singing a lullaby. For those accustomed to this atmosphere, these sounds may have felt no different from a lullaby.
In the Broley district, in an ordinary house, Kloke crouched by his daughter's bed on the second floor, gazing at her with a fascinated look as she slept.
Kloke intended to wake up his daughter, but her adorable sleeping appearance was too cute, and he didn't have the heart to disturb her dreams.
Alright, in reality, it was just that his daughter's sleeping position was too adorable, and he couldn't stop staring at her in awe.
Why is my daughter so cute? She must be an angel that has descended to this world!
Allen was wearing a thin pink nightgown, and her left strap had fallen off her shoulder, revealing her tender pink skin.
Due to her lying position, her chest development could be clearly seen.
Very good, it was flat and showed no signs of bulging. The child's father was relieved.
With her still childlike oval face, slightly parted lips breathing in the air, a small, delicate nose, and fine, long eyelashes, the morning light shining through the window cast a halo on her hair. Her forehead was adorned with a V-shaped bang, and there were a few stray hairs on top of her head.
Allen's sleeping position was not ideal; her blanket had fallen to the floor.
The room was not large, but it was suitable for a child to live in.There are wooden panels and many beautiful patterns on the ceiling, with not many pieces of furniture around and not much space for them either.
There is a wooden bed, a small low table, a wardrobe, and a wooden rack holding equipment.
On the rack, there is a set of silver light armor and a knight's long sword.
This sword is almost as tall as Allen, and it doesn't match her petite figure. However, it is her sword, and she can wield it with ease.
In fact, Kloke doesn't really like his daughter wielding weapons. It's too rough, and she's likely to injure herself in the process, let alone face the possibility of getting hurt in a real battle.
Kloke thinks that if his daughter wants to become stronger, being a wizard is enough. She can safely cast spells from a distance, isn't that great?
Or she doesn't need to become stronger at all. As long as her dad is around, he'll never let anyone bully her.
Allen probably inherited her mother's personality and wants to become a knight, so she needs to learn both swordsmanship and magic. Fortunately, Allen is highly talented and very clever.
Not only in magic and swordsmanship but also in regular lessons, Allen's grades are excellent, which is evident from the fact that she was promoted to the intermediate class just half a year after enrolling in Hildaran College.
"She was such a little child before, children grow up so fast, she's already this big, still growing."
Kloke remembers Allen as a baby, just a little speck. But before he knew it, she had grown into such a beautiful young girl.
Dad sighed.
Although twelve years have passed since Allen's birth, it only feels like a short moment to her father.
