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And this name also reminded Wolf of his friend.

"Thank you for your willingness to introduce yourself. May I ask, Mr. Jonas, if you are acquainted with Mr. Randolph Goodwin of the Monster Suppression Force?"

"He's a distant relative of mine. However, since there are eleven noble families with the surname Goodwin, Lord Randolph, who was born into a border earl's family, probably doesn't know me."

"That's it."

After hearing this lack of intonation, Wolfe felt a little regretful for asking the wrong question.

But Jonas's face showed no expression.

"Jonas, a brief explanation is enough at first. Could you tell Wolf how you fight?"

"Lord Goode, my fighting style does not conform to the norms of a knight, and can even be said to be a departure from the spirit of chivalry. Is it really okay to teach this knowledge to Lord Walfred?"

Jonas asked as if to confirm, but Good didn't answer.

"Wolf, this is the man who will serve you after I die. You must remember this well."

"elder brother!"

"Guid!"

Their simultaneous shouts overlapped perfectly.

Jonas was indeed his brother's good friend. It seemed he would call him by his first name in an emergency. His expression grew grave.

"Elud is working at the border, but he doesn't seem to be planning to return home. If anything happens to me, you, Wolf, will be the only one who can inherit the family business."

"That's impossible! I don't want to assume what will happen to Brother Guid. If anything were to happen, it would be Brother Elud who would inherit. I'm neither fit to be a noble, nor capable of inheriting the family business, nor do I have the magic of the five elements. Considering the future of the family, it would be better to adopt a relative's child as the heir."

Wolff spoke these words in one breath, while Jonas kept staring at him.

After finishing his coffee without saying anything, Good turned to the attendant and asked:

"Jonas, are you relieved now?"

"...Lord Wolffred, I am the Enchanter. Do you mind?"

"I don't mind, but what kind of monster?"

"I think I shattered the magic core of a slightly larger lizard while hunting it. Because the ability of the Enchanter is very convenient, I deliberately didn't remove the curse."

Jonas explained lightly, starting to roll up the sleeve of his right arm.

Hidden by the cuffs was a red copper bracelet with scale patterns carved on it.

"Lord Guid, can I take off the bracelet for a moment?"

"Yeah, it's okay. Wolf is a member of the Monster Suppression Force, so he won't be frightened."

"Then I apologize for my inconvenience."

As Jonas unfastened the bracelet buckle, Wolf felt a sudden chill on his back.

It must be a bracelet with a cognitive-impairing effect. Bright red scales appeared on Jonas's right arm.

Extending from the back of the hand upwards, every place in sight is covered with dense scales, probably extending all the way to the upper arm.

Although there are no scales on his neck and face, I feel that his eyes have become a little red.

"Lord Wolffred, is this your first time seeing an 'Enchanter'?"

The red tongue, like a snake's tongue, flashed between Jonas' teeth.

Hearing Jonas's somewhat troubled words, Wolf realized that his knees were slightly bent and his hands were reaching towards his empty waist, trying to grasp the sword that usually hung there.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure. I've seen the 'Enchanter' a few times in my team, but they almost always lifted the curse immediately, so I'm not used to it yet."

"No, because the fluctuations of magic power are the same as those of monsters, I think this is a normal reaction. If you have a good match with the monster's attributes, you can use a certain amount of magic power, which is actually quite convenient."

When Jonas put on the copper bracelet again, the scales on his arm disappeared.

The scene he had just witnessed seemed like an illusion, and he looked just like a normal person. He lowered his rolled-up sleeves as if nothing had happened.

Does the enchanter also need to consider compatibility? What are the possible combinations?

If he became an enchanter without external magic power, would he be able to use magic power? Wolf was quite curious about this, but he felt it was a bit rude to ask directly, so he did not speak.

When Wolfe was still a little confused about the situation, Goode changed his posture slightly.

As soon as Jonas helped Wolff pull out his chair, he stood up.

Only then did Wolff finally realize that his back was covered in cold sweat.

"It seems that creatures like knights cannot be understood by words alone. Why don't you go to the back of the mansion and spar."

The expression on my brother's face was always quite calm.

Behind the mansion was an open space as wide as a square. There was no grass here, but the ground was quite solid.

This open space has no specific purpose and is typically used when the mansion needs to park a large number of carriages, conduct equestrian training or other exercises.

Wolff and Jonas faced each other in the center.

Good was sitting on a simple chair a little way away, watching the battle. A group of black-robed mages stood behind him, waiting for orders.

"Well then, I'm going to get started."

As Wolff saluted and took up his stance with the model sword, Jonas approached quickly with his sword raised.

Faced with Jonas's lack of nervousness, Wolf decided to observe the situation and also raised his sword to respond.

However, at the moment when the two swords intersected, Jonas's right hand slid diagonally downward, and the sword blade wrapped around like a snake.

Wolff tried to fight back, raising his sword to strike upward, but he could not shake off the tightly wrapped blade.

Faced with the slowly approaching silver sword, Wolfe involuntarily retracted his hand, and the sword was easily snatched away and fell to the ground.

"We're using a model sword, so it's not flexible enough. If we wrap it around a real sword a little more, we can cut it off just above the wrist."

Jonas said calmly, picking up the fallen model sword and holding out the hilt to Wolf.

"please."

"Thanks."

"Lord Wolffred, are you not interested in sparring with me?"

"No, it's just that I'm not very skilled."

Wolff answered honestly, but Jonas looked completely bored.

"Wolf, don't show any mercy. Jonas is very durable."

"Lord Guid, aren't you worried about my safety?"

"Because I hate wasting time."

Good sat in a chair with his legs crossed, seemingly unconcerned about either of them.

His attitude was very relaxed, and the expression on his face looked like he was waiting to see a good show.

"Please enlighten me."

"please."

After greeting each other, the two started fighting again.

This time Jonas made no attempt to wrestle Wolf's sword, but instead shifted his attack, attacking his head, shoulders, chest, arms, and legs. Wolf parried each blow with ease, counterattacking in kind.

If it were just a practice battle, the two could be said to be evenly matched, provided Wolf didn't use the Sirius Bracelet.

As the model sword's blows became increasingly powerful, Wolf activated the Sirius Bracelet.

He would also use the bracelet in actual combat, and if possible, he would like to learn from opponents who could fight him even with him using the bracelet.

Wolfe's movements became larger and faster.

Jonas responded and counterattacked calmly, but his standing position began to gradually retreat.

Just as the thought crossed Wolfer's mind that he might gain the upper hand with the Sirius Bracelet, he sensed a change in his brother's aura.

"Jonas, do you want me to worry?"

Guide's whispered voice reached the ears of the two men fighting at the same time.

"I'm very sorry, Master Guid."

Jonas's expression didn't change at all, but Wolff felt that his whole body was smiling.

Jonas, who originally felt very bored with this competition, looked at himself seriously for the first time.

Wolfe suddenly felt a sharp pain on his forehead and couldn't help but take a step back. At that moment, a dark silver sword blade swept past him.

"When you sense murderous intent, respond with murderous intent, or with intimidation. If you can't do that, pretend to retreat and then fight back."

Jonas suddenly started teaching.

"knew!"

Wolfe could barely unleash his intimidating aura, but he couldn't unleash his murderous aura against the man before him. No, perhaps he simply couldn't unleash his murderous aura against humans.

Was it because he was human? Or was it because he was his brother's attendant? When the blunt tip of the sword was knocked off by an unexpected force, Jonas's left fist was already in front of him.

A large amount of magic power instantly surged out of Wolf's left hand.

He didn't know whether it was a reflex action or out of fear, but with the help of the Sirius Bracelet, he barely avoided the attack.

Wolfe thought he could smell a strong smell of blood on the fist that only brushed his nose slightly.

"Oh, so you're the 'child who can achieve anything with just hard work'."

Jonas licked his lips with his red tongue.

Those grinning lips were indeed human.

But Wolfe only felt that the scene before him was like a giant lizard laughing.

After a moment, Jonas leisurely changed his posture and suddenly raised his sword to strike Wolf.

Wolff tried to fight back but was suddenly thrown into the air, and Jonas caught up and kicked him hard in the arm. It was a miracle that he didn't let go of the model sword.

When he re-gripped his sword and lunged forward, Jonas not only kicked him but also dodged his attack with ease. Wolf felt as if his moves had been completely seen through.

In the following battle, Wolfe actually had no idea what was happening.

Wolff had no idea whether Jonas would strike with his sword, fist, or kick next. He either had no preparatory moves or used feints, making his actions completely unpredictable.

Although Wolfe tried to fight back with his sword and legs, his movements were completely seen through.

When Wolfe came to his senses, he found that he could only keep dodging.

He was toyed with one-sidedly by unpredictable attacks, forced to jump, run, and roll, his physical strength gradually exhausted.

He didn't know how long the battle lasted; his sense of time was completely lost.

“Hmm!”

Jonas suddenly kicked the ground with his toes.

When Wolfe subconsciously closed his eyes to avoid the flying sand, he was hit in the knee by the side of the sword.

His body went limp and he fell to the ground, and Jonas naturally reached out to catch him.

"Lord Wolffred, are you not hurt?"

"I give up... Thank you very much for your guidance, 'Teacher Jonas'. Please call me Wolf."

Wolff, catching his ragged breath, knelt on his left knee and bowed his head to Jonas.

This was the gesture a knight used to formally request someone—seeing Wolff asking for guidance, Jonas showed a deeply troubled expression.

"Lord Guid..."

"That's it, 'Teacher Jonas.' Wolfe is in your hands now."

“…As you command.”

Although Jonas's expression barely changed, Wolff could clearly see that he considered this a nuisance. Wolff couldn't help but feel sorry for having made the request.

However, Wolf didn't know anyone else who was as powerful as Jonas and whose fighting style was so free.

If Jonas is willing to give guidance, Wolff really wants to ask him for advice.

"Teacher Jonas, you're amazing."

In response to Wolfe's heartfelt praise, the rust-haired man simply smiled with his eyes.