Reformation of the Deadbeat Noble

be fine.

Judith, who made up her mind, drank the 30-year-old Ruabor.

Jet Frost seemed happy, but Bratt looked sad.

He thought that 30-year-old Ruabor was too precious to give to a child who doesn’t know the value of alcohol.

‘Well, it’s just a cup… she won’t drink anymore because of what happened in the past.’

But Bratt didn’t know.

That the 30-year-old Ruabor filled with Jet Frost’s heart was enough to make Judith drunk with just one cup.

“Oh? It’s strong, but it tastes better than I thought?”

“…!”

The fact that drunk Judith turns into a monster who can’t hold back made him worried.

“Yah, stop…”

“Stop what! Can I have one more?”

“Haha.
Sure you can.
It was taken out with the intention to empty it.
Come on, have another glass!”

“Euk! Thank you! Kuk… this is nice.
It surely has alcohol, but it’s very delicious.
Bratt, have more.
You like to drink.”

“…”

Bratt and Irene exchanged glances.

They wanted to stop her.

But they couldn’t.

Just as Judith couldn’t refuse the first drink because of the atmosphere, they too couldn’t say anything to stop her now.

Jet, Glenn, and Judith were already excited.

But of course, their fun was shattered in an hour.

“Fuck…”

“…”

“I’ll kill you… kill them all, those motherfuckers…”

“Judith, are you okay? I think you’re very drunk…”

“Oh, Irene! Are you worried about this sister? Hehheh, hehehe… but why do you sway back and forth like that? Uh? Mr.
Butler… since when have you been bald?”

“…”

“… ah, I’m sleepy.”

She spit out abusive words at random, laughed like a madwoman, and then said some more words and fell asleep.

“I’m glad that it didn’t get boring.”

“Are you going to cry?”

“No.
You did that last time.”

“… I adjusted to it though.”

Jet Frost shook his head at Judith, who was half-asleep, and Bratt, who kept speaking to her.

Glenn took Judith to her room.

In the chaotic atmosphere, Irene smiled.

This wasn’t great, but sometimes he thought that such days weren’t bad.

The day after the drinking was embarrassing for some and tiring for others.

But regardless of that, the three swordsmen and one teacher continued their training as if nothing happened.

Rather, they continued each day with a more intense and dense schedule.

During this time, the protagonists were Judith and Jet Frost, but Irene was riled up too.

‘Fear of defeat and overcoming it…’

This was something he hadn’t thought deeply about until now.

To have a fighting spirit means to be desperate for victory.

It was possible to draw greater motivation and strength from that.

However, if you look at it the other way around, someone who thinks like that is afraid of defeat and falling behind.

And someone who gets engulfed in such emotions will have a hard time and collapse badly… he saw that with Charlotte and Victor.

‘One way or another, the fear of competition has to be overcome.’

Like Jet Frost, one could move away from competition and focus on their sword.

Or they could face any competition head-on like Judith.

He wasn’t sure which one was his way.
Maybe he will find a different path.

Of course, he didn’t have to make a hasty decision.

Because the trip isn’t over yet.

‘As I gain experience, I will be able to find my path.’

Irene, who was firmly determined, did his best in the last 10 days of training, and he greeted the farewell party with a satisfied expression.

Unlike before, this time, there was no alcohol.

Instead, there was delicious food and drinks, and Lulu, Kuvar, and Hyram who weren’t called before, were seated together.

It was a fun time.

While it was bustling and chatty, Jet asked Irene and the others.

“Have you decided on your next destination? Did you say you were going to the Graveyard of the Devil’s Blood?”

Devil’s Blood.

It was a disaster that appeared long before the Demon Dragon King’s appearance 400 years ago, and it was a demon that was killed by an old hero whose name was forgotten.

There’s a legend that the demon’s body which was torn in half by the hero turned into two hills, and in between them is a river that flowed with blood instead of water.

“There were a lot of swordsmen who stopped there and achieved enlightenment… so there’s no reason not to go.
And it’s just a week away.”

“Hmm.
Right.
But you don’t have to go right now, right?”

“… yes?”

“Then I would recommend stopping somewhere before that.
Have you heard of the Land of Proof?”

“Ahh…”

Irene and his group nodded their heads at the same time.

Of course, they heard about it.

Isn ’t it the land of proof for gladiators that the Khaliad Kingdom, one of the five western kingdoms, is proud of?

It was a place they had to visit someday, but it was put off for a later time because of the distance.

However, there had to be a reason why Jet Frost mentioned it.

When Bratt asked for the reason, Jet answered.

“Because it’s being said that one would have to run away from there because of their inability to withstand her power.
Some even say that the Land of Proof’s level has risen since she arrived there.
And after hearing the rumors, many talented people have moved there.”

“…”

Only one person came to the minds of Irene, Judith, and Bratt when they heard that.

The person who defeated them.

And left the school to walk down on her own path.

Jet Frost said her name.

“Ilya Lindsay… the current champion of the Land of Proof.”

It was shocking that the lady of the Lindsay family had conquered the Land of Proof.