Chapter 40 — Blackwell Blade [2]
Honestly, I hadn't expected much from that answer.
Lucas's response was, if anything, the normal one.
A sane swordsman wouldn't even think of blocking the sword of a Blackwell.
'Hold out with willpower, and block with all your strength,' huh. Easier said than done. Anyone who knew the truth would understand—blocking the sword of the next head of House Blackwell is utterly impossible with mere strength or willpower. Eleanor's not even using her full power in this test. She's holding back. And even her held-back strike sent a spear-wielding noble flying into a wall. This is why I prepped potions. This is why I grinded the Hellhound. Every exploit, every sequence break, every bit of meta-knowledge—I need all of it.
After all the classes ended.
I dressed neatly and made my way to the Disciplinary Committee Room.
Before going in, I pulled a few small glass bottles out of my pocket.
