"Are you feeling any better now?" Sylvie asked as she and Olivia arrived at the infirmary after hearing about the spar.
They both took a stool from nearby and sat before the bed.
The students were all talking about one of two things: the headmistress, who looked breathtaking this morning, or the damage Allen had inflicted on a certain senior during a spar.
Most regarded him as crazy for pushing things far enough to make Aries bleed.
"Not really," Allen replied. "It still feels strange."
His gaze remained fixed on his hand, the same hand that had wielded an ordinary sword he always uses. Yet what he had accomplished with it was anything but ordinary.
Olivia's gentle voice broke through his thoughts.
"What exactly happened, Allen? You're not someone who loses his temper during a simple spar. And it's not as if your opponent was bullying you."
