The story of the black silk female knight

"So your strength is only at the Candlelight level after all? Many teachers had high hopes for you and were looking forward to your performance, but you fell victim to my sleeping powder... Hmph."

Are you really asleep? Or are you just pretending to be asleep, waiting for me to let my guard down before launching a sneak attack?

As he spoke, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped smiling, his gaze fixed on the fallen Valensa, his eyes instantly transforming into the vertical pupils of a dragon.

"Alas!"

The aura of a lighthouse-level powerhouse was already capable of causing actual damage. Asashi, standing next to Valensa, felt a chill run down her spine and goosebumps all over her body. She quickly jumped back two steps to avoid it and gasped for breath.

Meanwhile, Valensa, who was facing this imposing aura and being closely watched, continued to breathe steadily and sleep soundly, with no change in her heartbeat or body temperature.

"...Looks like she's really asleep?"

The middle-aged man was somewhat surprised, then laughed again:

"After all, he's only a candlelight-level genius... It seems I can laugh at those guys when I get back. The genius they admired is nothing special."

Yeah, you're nothing special.

Valensa appeared to be fast asleep, but she was actually smiling inside.

She already knew how to write the equation for victory.

Chapter 127 You're too beautiful, I dare not look.

Valensa had actually discovered the sedative powder in the air much earlier than Tia.

This sleeping powder is indeed quite potent; Valensa, who hadn't yet fully broken through to the Pearl level, was genuinely sleepy at first.

Fortunately, the power of the mind was magical enough to strengthen the immune system in her body, causing Valensa's body to produce a large number of antibodies, which helped her withstand the effects of the sleeping powder.

Her subsequent fall onto Asaki was, of course, a calculated move.

To avoid revealing her secrets, Valensa also used her mental powers to enhance her control over her body, keeping her breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature within the normal range for deep sleep.

The reason why the Phantom Thief Red Fox Mask has been able to cause trouble all over the continent of Frenoia for many years without being caught is because of his rare and magical mental power.

Even the well-informed teachers at the War Academy were completely unaware of the power of the mind and were fooled by Valensa's disguise.

Now the middle-aged man who had been blocking the way had completely lost interest in Valensa and focused all his attention on Melody and the other two musketeers.

Valensa took this opportunity to continue observing.

The profiling results from last night were completely consistent: the middle-aged man blocking the way was Belloc, the 41-year-old single male teacher with the bloodline of the Natural Wood Scale Dragon.

Judging from his behavior just now, the recent situation survey report is quite accurate.

Belloc was somewhat vain and particularly fond of showing off, especially in front of beautiful female teachers and students, which was completely consistent with Tia's speculation.

besides……

Valensa then took a closer look at Belloc's attire.

The report mentioned that besides his love of showing off, Bellock had an even bigger flaw... he loved going to casinos and would splurge on his salary every time he got paid.

How many people can actually get rich in casinos? Belloc, of course, lost more than he won.

Therefore, even though the teachers at the War Academy have very good salaries and benefits, Belloc lives a very frugal life and is still single to this day.

Many girls who had been on blind dates with him or who originally had feelings for him left him after learning that he liked to gamble and their attempts to dissuade him failed.

Each time he was dumped, Belloc would go to the casino to splurge and vent his frustrations. The result of this vicious cycle was that he had a great job, but no money and no wife.

With Belloc's income, he could easily afford to wear the fine clothing from the Nora Merchant Guild, but right now he's dressed in cheap, low-quality clothes.

People who live in poverty for a long time tend to value their possessions more... So if you could destroy their most valuable possessions, they would definitely be angry, right?

Valensa continued to refine her plan as she observed.

At the front of the convoy, after a period of silent standoff, the three musketeers, unable to withstand the aura of the lighthouse-level powerhouses, made their move first.

"Uncle, you're a teacher at the War Academy, right? Hello, teacher!"

Giroud shouted a greeting, but showed no mercy in his attack.

He had already entered his 2.2-meter-tall Macho Mode and was the first to charge at Belial, his blunt greatsword aimed straight at Belial's head.

"A mighty swordsman? Hmph... all he has is brute force."

Belloc chuckled dismissively. Though his legs remained still, his body suddenly swayed backward, and the iron bar in his hand slid across his palm and thrust forward, striking Giru squarely in the waist.

Giroud's charge stopped immediately, his bladeless greatsword slammed into the ground, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

But he gritted his teeth and raised the bladeless heavy sword again, wanting to continue his attack.

"It's useless, useless, useless!"

Belloc laughed even more smugly:

"The name 'Hall of Power Swordsman' only sounds impressive, but you're actually the weakest of the Three Musketeers... because you're just too easy to target, like this!"

Whoosh whoosh.

The iron rod, longer than the bladeless greatsword, kept thrusting out, each time perfectly blocking Giru's attack range and striking Luca first.

puff puff puff...

After a few muffled thuds, Giru couldn't help but gasp and take a few steps back, his body covered in bruises and swelling from where the iron bar had pierced him.

"Understand?"

Belloc twirled the iron bar in his hand, lecturing Giroud with an air of superiority:

"Your strength is sufficient. To be honest, even I don't want to take your attack head-on... But the price of excessive strength is that you are too slow to change your moves. As long as we use a spear-type weapon to block your attack range, even someone weaker than you can easily defeat you."

Simply pursuing strength won't work; you need to focus more on technique... otherwise, you'll only suffer more later.

"Don't worry about it!"

But Giroud is very stubborn:

"A sword must be powerful and heavy! A sword must be bold and wild! I can't hit you now only because my strength is not strong enough! I will never give up my pursuit of the sword of might!"

After he finished yelling, he tried to rush forward to attack again, but he stumbled after only two steps.

"I'm just asking you to practice your skills more, not to give up your pursuit of swordsmanship..."

Belloc was exasperated by Giru's stubbornness and waved his hand dismissively:

"Alright, you can go and have that young priestess heal you... My attack wasn't just a simple stab with the iron rod. If you keep messing around, it will affect your future assessments."

"No! I haven't lost yet, I can still fight... uh."

Giru was still unwilling to give up and wanted to continue attacking, but his body clearly didn't want to. Soon, the pain made Giru unable to stand up, and the bruises and swelling continued to expand.

"Never mind, you should go get treatment first. Leave the rest to us."

In the end, it was Melody who calmed Gilu down by pressing his shoulder and successfully persuaded him to temporarily step back and receive treatment from Asaki.

"Hello, teacher."

Melody didn't seem angry at her childhood friend being beaten up. Instead, after drawing her sword, she twirled her body a few times in a seductive pose and gave Belloc a sweet smile:

"A dazzling sword dance, please enlighten me."

"A dazzling sword dance... It's so beautiful."

Belloc had widened his eyes as soon as Melody stepped forward, and now he kept swallowing hard, staring intently at the rhinestones on the white bodysuit.

"My teacher thinks I'm beautiful, right?"

Melody's voice was even softer and more seductive:

"Would you like to dance with me?"

"...Of course I want to! No normal man wouldn't!"

Belloc had already raised one foot, but ultimately did not take it.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and dared not look at Melody any longer.

"For any human male, you are absolutely the most dangerous person in this group... Even I just had the urge to run into your sword and die, so..."

Belloc raised his head again, this time with a black cloth in his hand.

He blindfolded himself before brandishing the iron bar and assuming a fighting stance.

"This is the only way I can teach you a lesson."

Chapter 128 Just a gentle touch, no force

How many normal men could resist a stunningly beautiful woman in a white, rhinestone-studded bodysuit?

At the very least, Belloc couldn't do that; he simply couldn't bear to watch Melody fight Melody.

He feared he might truly lose himself in the dazzling sword dance and rush forward to his death, and even more so, he feared he might lose control of his desires and embarrass himself in front of his future students.

So he chose not to look, fighting Melody by abandoning his sight.

This method is simple and effective.

Without the captivating power of Shining Sword Dance, Melody is just an ordinary Pearl-level swordsman who relies primarily on agility and skill.

He's still considered a genius among his peers, but he poses no threat whatsoever to experienced Lighthouse veterans.

Even if Belloc gave Melody his eyes, Melody was still no match for him... Her sword couldn't even touch Belloc, and she kept revealing her weaknesses.

This is where the advantages of being a great beauty become apparent.

While both were being attacked unilaterally, Melody fared much better than Giroud.

Every time Bellok caught her out of her way, she would stop by tapping her with an iron bar.

Or it might just be gently rubbing the stick against the white stockings without actually thrusting it in.

After repeating this dozens of times, Melody wisely gave up the attack.

She stepped back, smiling wryly as she sheathed her sword.

"I lost, thank you for your guidance, teacher."

"...You've already done very well."

After confirming that Melody would no longer use the Shining Sword Dance to confuse him, Belloc removed his black cloth, and his attitude in commenting was much better than when he had commented on Gil:

"Knowing how to fully utilize your physical advantages, you've already qualified to be a top soldier... The guy in charge of intelligence will probably like you a lot, and..."

Belloc glanced at Valensa again as he spoke:

"There are so many beautiful girls in the elite unit this year. I really envy that guy... He'll be so happy during the assessment... cough cough."

Seemingly realizing he had gone off-topic, Belloc quickly coughed twice:

"Come on, next one."

"Hello teacher."

Harry greeted them with aristocratic manners, then waved his wand and launched the fireball he had prepared.

"The power is good, but it's too direct."

Belloc deftly dodged the fireball, simultaneously propelling himself forward with his calves towards Harry's location:

"Although you always call yourself a swordsman, you should know better than anyone that you are actually a mage, right? You'll lose once I get close to you."

"Hmph, it's not that easy!"

Harry, quite unconvinced, swung his wand upwards again:

"Ice-Suppressing Sword!"

Whoosh whoosh.

Several ice spikes, each over a meter long, instantly formed on the ground, blocking Belloc's path.

But Bellok, as if possessed by a prophet, accurately predicted the landing point of Harry's spells, changing its path just before the ice spikes were generated each time, only slightly slower.

"What... Damn it!"

This was clearly unexpected for Harry. He could only disperse the fire element he had gathered and use a wind spell to blow the ground, allowing himself to fly up and avoid Berlock's first blow.

"Use a wind-based levitation spell to fly?"

Seeing Harry ascend dozens of meters into the air in the blink of an eye, Belloc remained relaxed: