Dad is a dirty pervert?! This is a big misunderstanding. Dad is not dirty and he is not a pervert. However, no matter how hard Kloke tried to explain and clarify his relationship with the stain on his shorts, Allen would not listen. Not only did she not listen, her eyes became even more stern and sharp, as if she had already decided that it was Dad who made the stain. She was very angry and embarrassed, and her face turned red like a boiled egg.
Allen said that she understood everything and didn't want to hear any more explanations from Dad. But she didn't understand at all, as she continued to grit her teeth and scowl.
"Allen, the stain on the shorts was not made by Dad. There must be some reason for this stain, it's definitely not Dad's fault. You have to believe Dad, he is innocent. We need to investigate and find out what caused the stain."
"No investigation allowed! Dirty things need to be cleaned immediately!"
Allen snatched the shorts from Dad's hands and threw them into the nearby sink, turning on the faucet. The shorts were completely soaked in the rushing water and the evidence of the stain disappeared. Kloke suddenly felt like the stain on his shorts was an injustice that no amount of washing could clear.
Allen must be very angry and thought Dad was dirty and that's why she acted so stubbornly and unreasonably. During breakfast, Kloke tried to explain the incident again, but Allen kicked and stepped on him, ordering him not to bring it up again. Kloke is very innocent, even though the shorts belong to him, he did not cause the stain. Please believe Dad! The stain on the shorts was not left by him, really!
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This morning, there was a sword exam for class 4-A. It took place in an oval-shaped building with a open ceiling and no extra windows except for the entrance. This is the indoor training ground of the academy, also known as the Sword Arena. Unlike the outdoor training grounds, the Sword Arena's walls and floor are reinforced by magic, and its magic-suppressing ability is enhanced.
Now, more than a hundred students are standing in line at the Sword Arena, dressed uniformly in the academy's light armor and holding swords without sharp edges. The students' faces show different expressions, some are confident, some are gloomy, but most of them seem relaxed and easygoing.
Allen is filled with confidence.
Class teacher, Kloke Burriman, and the school nurse, Antavia, are standing in front of everyone. Antavia is here to prevent any accidents during the sword exam. This was not a rule before, but Kloke thought Antavia was very responsible for doing so.
When the male students saw the academy goddess, Antavia, they became excited.
"Alright, let's start the sword exam. The teacher will randomly select two people for a one-on-one match. Don't be nervous, this is just a normal exam, so just take it easy. It doesn't matter if you lose."
Facing the students, Kloke first yawned and his eyes were filled with tears as if he were about to cry. His lazy expression made the students who were originally nervous, relax. Only Allen wrinkled her nose at Dad's lazy appearance.
When Kloke took out two dice and the student roster, everyone wondered what he was going to do. Then, Kloke squatted down and threw the dice on the ground.
"Is it 5 and 3?"
After seeing the numbers on the dice, Kloke opened the student roster and found two students who were listed in sequence according to the numbers on the dice.
"Danny and Jaden, it's your turn to take the exam."
After hearing the teacher's announcement, the two male students stepped forward and faced each other in the Sword Arena with an expression of seeing worthy opponents.
"The first one to knock off the opponent's sword, or the opponent voluntarily surrenders, or if the opponent loses consciousness, it is considered a victory for the other party. If it is difficult to determine the winner, I, as the teacher, will make the decision. Now, let the exam begin."
Two students have already started their fight with their magically infused swords emanating a faint light.
Although they are just students, the fact that they were able to enter the intermediate class of Hildaran College indicates that they have corresponding abilities and are definitely not comparable to commoners.
Their bodies may not appear strong, but for warriors who can use magic, physical strength is not the only measure.
Danny and Jaden's skills are considered above average in their class. Once the exam begins, their movements are like agile rabbits, leaping across the ground.
The swords create a noticeable gust of wind as they cut through the air. Their swordsmanship alone is close to that of intermediate warriors. It's no wonder they are outstanding students in class 4-A.
The surrounding students watch with excitement
Kloke and Antavia are seated and standing respectively on the side, observing the battle between the students. The latter is watching attentively, while the former doesn't seem to care very much.
Kloke is still preoccupied with the misunderstanding from this morning.
"Their sword skills are really impressive, comparable to advanced class students."
"Is that so? They're just average."
Antavia's gaze secretly drifts towards Kloke beside her. She sees him placing his hands behind his back, supporting his upper body. His silver short hair flies in the gusts of wind from the swords, and looking at his handsome face—
Antavia's gaze gradually becomes more focused, appearing to be infatuated.
Although Antavia and Kloke have been childhood friends since they were young, they didn't spend much time together during that period, only about two years. Antavia met Kloke when she was 6 years old, but then Kloke suddenly disappeared from Madill when he was 8 years old.
They only reunited several years ago when he returned with his daughter.
Antavia doesn't know why Kloke left Madill or what happened after he left. Kloke has never mentioned it to her.
"The next pair is Allen and Kivat. Go, Allen!"
Completely different from his attitude towards the previous groups of students, when he sees his daughter come on stage, Kloke immediately stands up with an excited expression, waving his hands as if afraid that his daughter won't see him here.
Allen glances at her father with a stern look and bites her lip, as if trying to tell him to immediately close his mouth.
"He's such a doting father!"
"Did Antavia just say something?"
"Not at all—"
Antavia immediately looks away, shifting her gaze towards the petite figure walking out of the crowd.
With her bright red short hair, delicate limbs, and slender yet well-proportioned figure, she holds a long sword. The sword is almost the same length as her height, and it looks like it takes a lot of effort just to hold it.
Allen is Kloke's daughter, a well-behaved and serious girl. At such a young age, she is already polite, and both her looks and talent are outstanding.
Given time, she will definitely become a great beauty, but for now, she still has the body of a washboard. That's what Antavia thinks.
For Antavia, who has secretly loved her childhood friend, knowing that her childhood friend came back with a several-year-old daughter was a big blow.
Her childhood friend is already married to another woman and has a child!
"If I find out who the cheater is, I will definitely destroy her and tear her into pieces. Kloke can only be mine!"
"Antavia?"
Hearing Antavia murmuring something again, Kloke looks at her. He sees her previously beautiful face suddenly cast a dark cloud over it, but it only lasts for a moment, quickly replaced by her flawless goddess smile.
"Is there something wrong, Kloke?"
"Nothing... Did I see it wrongly?"
Kloke is somewhat unable to understand the speed at which his childhood friend's expression changes, but he doesn't have time to focus on his childhood friend's affairs because Allen's match against Kivat is about to start.
