All-around teacher at the magic academy

Harry stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked to the sword stuck in the ground.

He gripped the hilt tightly, pulled hard, and yanked the sword out of the ground. Seeing his hand trembling slightly as he held the weapon, Harry began to waver. He started to doubt his own strength, to question whether he was truly suited to be a warrior.

...

Duke Chloe sat in the luxurious viewing stand, his eyes fixed on Leon's departing figure, his brow furrowed and his expression complex.

Unlike Emma, ​​who was flushed with excitement beside him, he was in a bad mood, or even gloomy.

Uncertainty is the least desirable element in his plans, and Leon's outstanding performance is undoubtedly an unpredictable variable that makes him uneasy.

He turned his head slightly to look at the butler standing behind him. Duke Chloe nodded slightly, an almost imperceptible gesture, but the butler immediately understood its meaning.

As if given a silent instruction, the butler did not ask any questions, but silently turned around, quietly left the Duke's side, and disappeared into the passage leading to the backstage area.

Duke Chloe's gaze returned to the arena, his eyes becoming even more profound, as if he were contemplating how to incorporate this newly emerged variable into his plans, or how to deal with the potential threat it posed.

...

"What do you think?" Raphael turned his head and looked at Lucas beside him, his tone tinged with inquiry.

“Very strong. His movements are fluid and precise, indicating he has undergone systematic combat skills training,” Lucas replied in a deep voice, his eyes revealing his recognition of Leon’s strength.

"Oh? What do you think the odds are now?" Raphael asked, seemingly very interested in Lucas's assessment.

“Sixty percent,” Lucas said after a moment of thought, but he quickly felt that such a judgment might be too confident, so he added, “If he is still holding back and has not fully shown his strength, then the odds of winning are probably fifty-fifty.”

Raphael smiled, satisfied with Lucas's answer. He glanced again at Leon's departing figure, a hint of admiration in his eyes, and said, "Let's go, let's go meet this Teacher Leon."

...

"Teacher Leon."

Leon, who was deep in thought, heard the voice and quickly turned his head, his gaze sweeping in the direction from which it came. He was slightly taken aback; at this moment, he hadn't expected anyone to come looking for him.

When Leon saw who it was, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He hadn't expected it to be Aurora.

Aurora maintained her usual style, wearing a long black dress, noble and elegant, like a star in the night sky, attracting attention. Beside her were two companions with extraordinary bearing.

Leon's gaze swept over the two, trying to deduce their identities from their clothing and demeanor. Their attire alone struck Leon as unusual. And indeed, how could someone standing next to Aurora be ordinary?

Aurora seemed to sense Leon's confusion. She smiled slightly and explained, "Let me introduce you. This is my brother, Raphael, and this is Lucas, the vice-captain of the Knights."

Leon was taken aback upon hearing the introduction. Seeing Raphael and Lucas smiling and nodding at him, he quickly adjusted his attitude to show respect.

"I wonder what business Your Highness has with me?" Leon asked politely, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Raphael smiled gently and replied, "Actually, it's nothing particularly important, I just wanted to meet you in person. I just watched your match, it was fantastic, and your performance was very impressive." His praise was sincere and direct, without any reservation.

“In fact, I have another request.” Raphael paused, seemingly considering how to make his request.

“Please don’t be so polite,” Leon replied calmly, his expression showing that he was willing to listen.

"Would you be willing to spar with my vice-captain Lucas standing next to me?" Raphael pointed to Lucas standing beside him and continued, "He watched your match just now and was very excited, so he would like to take this opportunity to exchange ideas with you."

"Brother!" Before Leon could respond, Aurora interrupted him somewhat impatiently, "Didn't you say you were just here to get to know Teacher Leon? Why are you bringing up a competition now?"

"Haha, sorry, sorry, I was a bit greedy." Raphael laughed awkwardly, but his eyes revealed anticipation for the upcoming duel. "To be honest, I really want to see the two of you compete."

Leon hesitated for a moment, then replied politely, "Your Highness, I am honored to receive your invitation, but to be honest, the match just now was quite taxing on me, and I need some time to recover. I hope Your Highness can understand my situation."

He had some doubts about Raphael's true intentions and decided to remain cautious and not reveal too much of himself.

“I see. Well then, I won’t force you this time.” Raphael seemed a little disappointed, but still maintained his composure. “Let’s find another opportunity after your match.”

Leon frowned slightly, but quickly regained his composure. He hadn't expected Raphael to be so insistent, even though he had already expressed his refusal.

He felt a little helpless and sighed inwardly, "Alright."

Faced with Raphael's request, Leon felt it would be difficult to refuse again, so he could only agree for now and then make up an excuse later.

“If Your Highness has nothing else, I shall take my leave.” Leon found a suitable excuse. He felt uncomfortable in Raphael’s presence. Although it was only a brief conversation, it made him feel an indescribable sense of pressure. “I need to go back and get some rest to prepare for the upcoming match.”

Leon bowed politely, then turned and left. His steps were firm, yet revealed a hint of eagerness to escape his current situation.

Raphael watched Leon's retreating figure, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

...

After a long day of work, the Duke of Adams felt exhausted, both physically and mentally. He stretched gently, trying to relieve the mental stress.

He picked up the delicate teacup from the desk piled with documents and brewed himself a cup of fragrant coffee, hoping the caffeine would refresh him.

He sat back in his chair, intending to rest for a while. His thoughts involuntarily drifted to Hansen's match.

Finally, amidst the aroma of coffee and the warm atmosphere of the room, Duke Adams' eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and slowly, he drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, he saw a tranquil courtyard where sunlight filtered through the gaps in the sycamore trees, creating dappled light and shadow.

His wife, that eternally gentle and virtuous woman, stood under the tree and waved softly at him.

A warm feeling welled up in Duke Adams' heart, and without the slightest hesitation, he strode toward his wife.