"Sorry," Suzanna said quietly with her head down.
"Forget it." Anfey shook his head. He quickly realized he wasn’t acting normal. It was pretty rare for someone, especially for a girl, to be able to put her head down and apologize. He had seen a lot of girls who were stubborn, and because of their pride became unreasonable. "Actually you just need to really think hard about it and you will know that under the circumstance of being watched by different leveled swordsmen, Ernest and Jerrofick would not have use a poisoned sword in that battle. Is winning or honor more important?"
"If it were me…I wouldn’t. I’d still be a swordsman if I lost. If I used shameless tactics, I definitely would have to suffer the curses of countless people," Suzanna replied thoughtfully.
"It seems you are not so stupid. I tell you, in reality it’s Jerrofick who was afraid to fight. He gathered countless people who had been defeated by Ernest previously, master swordsmen who hated Ernest, and they besieged Ernest all together on Mount Torrebitz! And that’s not all. After the incident, they also defiled Ernest’s reputation. What you have heard are precisely the lies they’ve made up!"
"In this world, there are really… too many shameless people," Suzanna let out a wry smile.
Anfey glanced at Suzanna, and figured out the meaning behind what he heard. The reason Suzanna had been forced to escape into the forest of magic beasts must also be due to the actions of some shameless person.
"Alright, we will discuss these things in the future." Anfey’s demeanor had returned to normal. "Suzanna, what I worry about most is whether or not you can lure the manticore here. Don’t fret just yet. I am not questioning your ability, whether you believe me or not. I am just worried about your safety. After all, you are the strongest of all of our team. If we want to be able to safely survive in the forest of magic beasts, we absolutely need you."
"I will take care of myself well," Suzanna said quietly.
"How about this? I will have Riska accompany you. Riska!" Anfey called loudly.
"Coming." Having heard Anfey’s call, Riska quickly walked over.
"Hold this." Anfey took a magical scroll out of the dimensional ring with a flick of his hand, and handed it to Riska. "You can create an illusion right?"
"I can."
"Go to the nest of the manticore together with Suzanna, and look for a chance to kill the little manticore. Don’t take risks if the chances are slim. Put out an illusion for Suzanna, let the illusion lure the manticore away, and then Suzanna can make a move to kill the manticore. This way your safety will be ensured."
Suzanna’s heart was touched. When she initially heard Anfey’s words, she did not believe him. If she were so easily moved by others, she and her sister would both have died even before entering Forest Clarm. How could they have survived until now?! But seeing Anfey taking out the illusion scroll, Suzanna’s heart was moved. Could it be that this man really was nervous for her safety? Although the illusion scroll didn’t have much strength per se, it was the Pan Continent’s most sought after magical scroll. It is clearly priceless. It is the ultimate magic weapon for saving lives. During the most critical moments, it could bring about a miracle, and who wouldn’t want an extra life for himself?
"Even if I haven’t said it, you should have already guessed that we are all students of Archmage Saul." Anfey’s gaze fell upon Suzanna. "When we escaped, we brought some of our teacher’s valuably hidden magical scrolls with us, but the magical scrolls are limited after all. If we can find a suitable opportunity, it’s better if we don’t use the illusion. Um…it’s not that I’m unwilling to use the scroll, but…" If had had been talking to other people, Anfey would not have bothered to explain anything. But between Suzanna and him, there were already serious disagreements; he had no choice but to explain.
"Say no more, I understand what you mean." Suzanna revealed an indifferent smile. Although it was indifferent, she still smiled. "But I am very curious. Just what kind of trouble did you guys cause, that even your teacher can’t protect you?"
"I killed someone," Anfey laughed.
"Who is it?"
"Do you know Zeda?"
"Who is Zeda?" Suzanna shook her head.
"He was the grandson of the master swordsman Phillip, so he is the direct descendant and only successor of Phillip’s household."
"Oh…Oh my heavens! You are so brave!!" Suzanna exclaimed.
"If it happened all over again, I would not hurt Zeda," Anfey helplessly sighed. "It’s a pity things that have happened in the past are unchangeable."
"You…are very weird." Suzanna looked at Anfey seriously. Men in general when they come across these types of situations put up a front because of their pride, and say how they should adhere to their principles even if the same situation were to happen again, and have no regrets. But Anfey frankly said he shouldn’t have offended Philip. It sounded weak when she heard it, but there was no hint of cowardice, only calmness.
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