The Last Elementis's

TLE 8'S

Queen Serafina was stunned for a moment. He thought this might have something to do with the allegations they gave the Agrios Clan about the abduction case that has not been revealed. However Queen Serafina did not want to discuss it, only sending a short question. "Then?"

Tirian slightly bent the corner of her lips. "Because it's a big party, I want to change its place ... Not in Bree anymore."

Queen Serafina looked at him more seriously this time. Before he could guess, Tirian interrupted first.

"I want this party to be held in Padang Savier."

Of all the places in Zoeearth, Tirian mentions the uninhabited Savier Field? Queen Serafina couldn't help but ask her the reason. "Isn't that too broad?"

Tirian. "And strategic enough."

The woman in front of him tilted her head still waiting for an explanation.

"I've said it." The man's expression looked a little annoyed. "The previous festival was not not festive, but the presence of the people of Troas was minimal. After moving to Padang Savier I hope the Troas will not complain about the distance and be fully present."

Hearing this Queen Serafina could not help but smile. "You pay attention to it in so much detail. Did you even count how many people were present?"

"A right too."

Queen Serafina did not expect to say anything big, but seeing Tirian pretend to think, she raised her eyebrows.

Tirian continued, "... That's a good idea. I'll provide a guest list book."

Queen Serafina lowered her head before raising her head again and chuckling. "At least your presence this time is quite useful. You not only drop off invitations but also get feedback on how your show goes."

"Sure," replied Tirian. "But there are still more important things" he continued.

Queen Serafina looked questioningly. "It matters?"

Tirian did not nod or shake. Throwing his gaze at the group of people practicing, he said, "Kenan has already told me about some of the lost Troas residents. Said you'd re-form the garrison ... How much should I need to guarantee the safety of the residents during the event?"

Among the dozens of men who practiced, Tirian did not know since when there was a woman standing among them. He reluctantly turned his gaze from there, but hearing the absence of reply he turned to the side. Looking at the frown on Queen Serafina's forehead, he again made a sound. "Am I wrong?"

Queen Serafina neutralized her expression before replying. "That's not wrong, I just don't think that you're going to involve the kingdom for security there." Fearing that the other party would misunderstand, the woman quickly continued, "I think the guarding of the Agrios Clan is more than enough, but since you have mentioned the garrison, I think that, I was wondering if you had a plan on this?"

"The Savier Field is a vast wasteland. I'll gather a lot of people there. With a kidnapping case that has not been revealed, there is nothing that guarantees the perpetrator will not act. I obviously have agile people but we're not trained. So rather than uncovering carelessness it is better to rely on the Queen alone. Perpetrators may mingle with the residents, to find out who they are we need an expert spy and good at judging."

Queen Serafina nodded in agreement. He said, "I understand. How much do you need? Do you have the qualifications of who you would choose? I'll have Ramos recommend some."

Tirian who kept looking down from earlier shook his head and said, "It's up to you. Choose the best you have." As if holding something back from earlier, he quickly changed the topic. His gaze was still fixed on the woman who had been drawing her sword ever since.

"Who is that woman?" tanyanya full of interest.

Queen Serafina immediately turned her head and found a familiar figure among the dozens of men. Since Tirian mentioned a woman, then there was no one else but the child. There was relief in his eyes as he replied, "She's Camelia .. my niece."

The curvature in Tirian's lips widened. "I didn't know you had a niece, it looks like she's quite an expert."

Queen Serafina nodded. "A few years behind he spent training with them so he was rarely by my side. It just so happens that he's one of the best."

There was pleasure in Tirian's eyes hearing that statement. He was not the type to draw his words, but he no longer swirled as he said, "About the garrison we talked about earlier ... looks like I'll point out for myself who I'm going to choose."

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Ramos was fighting with a junior, his movements were domineering and the opponent was knocked back. The junior's arm lost its balance dropping his sword which followed the sound of prang filling the entire training area. Ramos's movement did not slacken. In one go his sword would instantly slash at the other party, but the sharp blade suddenly trembled as it received pressure from the other sword that dispelled its attack. That was too unexpected. Ramos quickly looked up and found the woman with burnette hair smiling. 

Ramos pressed the sword forward. His gaze was straight with resistance. He said, "It's not good to interrupt someone else's training session." His intonation was calm, but the lightning in his eyes seemed reluctant to stop. He leaped above the junior who stepped back, his speed increasing while targeting Camelia's lower body.

Camelia was well fended off her attacks. The sword is fierce. Although Camelia was forced to retreat, not a single bit of Ramos' sword touched her skin. They maintained that position until the sound of the swords clashing had a constant rhythm.

As all the spectators held their breaths and stared miserably at Camelia, the girl gave a surprise as she inched to the floor with both feet. His kick was straight and did not hesitate. Ramos twisted in the air but his waving clothes did not escape the incision. There were no bloodstains on Camelia's blade, but she complacently smiled.

"Exercise?" Camelia recalled Ramos' earlier remark. " ... since when did the practice session turn into bullying?"

There was only a moment's pause for Camelia to utter that sentence. Ramos inexplicably felt seething and quickly went back to attacking. "You're too pretentious!"

Ramos trained two years faster. He excels in agility beyond other friends. However, a girl suddenly mingled between them. Ramos was initially disdainful because of his status as a royal family. He thought Camelia was just a naive child who wanted to be followed by her wishes, when her knees would be scratched during practice she would whine and come back because she was sorry for her decision. However, who would have thought that the girl was now growing rapidly even becoming the strongest rival this time!

There were whisperings as Ramos landed half-kneeling and the tip of the sword supporting his body. He did leave a trail of kicks that made Camelia land the same way, but he was not satisfied because he had not sprawled his opponent.

"My aunt didn't choose you wrongly as commander. You're pretty good, but you have to correct your ways." Camelia got up while twisting her uncomfortable wrist. He was about to sheathe his sword, but once again Ramos' sword swing struck him in front. Inevitably Camelia took a kip-up motion; switching from a supine position, less often, a prone position to a standing position to avoid.  Ramos doesn't seem to be messing around. Camelia had not even adjusted her pedestal when Ramos' sword had already returned to greet.

The clink of the sword rang again, this time Camelia's position was holding back from below. The momentum was too fast, Camelia who only relied on one hand would inevitably hold the tip of the sword with the other hand free. The edge of his fingers had been soaked with blood, but his opponent did not look pity even with a blatant grin.

Ramos heard ringing noises all around, the arch on his face only getting pulled. His voice was deliberately raised as he said, "Over time not training together, I was just curious as to how far he progressed. I can't believe he's much tougher."

Motherfucker!

The pressure was getting bigger. Camelia should have voiced defeat for the confrontation to end, but this woman seemed to be better off tearing her skin off than hurting her pride.

"Of course, I've always been better than you," Camelia replied undaunted. 

With that he pushed his foot forward making Ramos concentration falter. Camelia fills the opportunity by taking some distance, but Ramos quickly erodes it. Ignoring the dripping blood, Camelia gave her best for the final defense. The two swords once again met, each of them exerting even stronger pressure. The juniors watched tensely as a blue light suddenly shone between the two. The sound of the sword that should be clinking was replaced by the sound of someone's voice. 

"Commander, you've gone overboard."

Aron waved until Camelia and Ramos had a decent distance. The blue light disappeared along with the one that appeared in his hand. The man's eyebrows slightly furrowed, but there was no exaggerated expression there. "If the commander wants to train further look for an equal opponent," Aron continued after a while.

Ignoring the breathing that was still hunting, Ramos sheathed his sword.

"We're done," he said. He turned around to disperse all the juniors before stepping away from there.

With a much different mood, Camelia hid her hand and put on the most friendly smile. He acted as if nothing had happened to welcome someone.

"I'm back Aron. Where have you been? Why not train juniors?"

Instead of an answer, Camelia got a slow knock on her forehead. "You're so happy to be looking for danger. You're home for this?"

Without a word Aron grabbed Camelia's arm. The woman almost pulled her hand back, but seeing Aron take out a thin cloth, she undoed her intention.

"Since when did he become so emotional? I was just teasing her but she was instead attacking me brutally." she suddenly grimaced, "aw, slow down a little."

Aron stayed wrapped around the last tie on his wound, without looking up he said, "You sure you didn't interrupt the training session?"

Camelia did not consider her actions to be disturbing so confidently she shook her head. "You think I'm that kind of person? I am a straight man. How can I play around in training?" Camelia grunts. "It looks like the man has too much of a burden. Next time you have to accompany him while training a junior. He could really bully them."

Aron did not answer. Camelia looked at the face of the man who was only focusing on her hands. He remembered the letter and asked. "Is there anything urgent? Why was I asked to go home?"

Aron was silent. He was done with the cut. Not too deep but enough to make the red liquid continue to come out if it is not blocked the way. Aron has no intention of answering Camelia's question because she doesn't know exactly what happened. His gaze then looked at the back of Camelia's arm, there was a hint of purplish blue spot there. Ignoring the woman's gaze, he brought his hand there to check on something.

"Aw!" Camelia grimaced as Aron pressed the grip on her arm. "That's kind of sick Aron, are you kidding me?!"

Camelia thought her male friend was teasing her, but when she looked at Aron again, there was no trace of joking on her face.

"Some parts of your body may bruise, go in and treat it."

Camelia's protest was stuck in her throat.

He wanted to act moved but his mouth was almost broken. Withholding laughter he said, "Uh how is this? my wounds heal when you touch them."

With furrowed brows, Aron stared in disbelief. "really? I didn't do anything." Who would have thought Aron really believed and pressed Camelia's hand again.

"A-w."

"It's not really healed."

"That's it." Camelia lost her pleasure. He pulled his hand to walk away. "... I'm going in to treat my wounds." With a sincere look his hand moved to pat the shoulder of the man in front of him. "Hopefully your partner will have the same sense of humor as you."

A moment Aron was deep in thought. Looking at Camelia's back away she muttered, "Which part of our discussion is discussing a sense of humor?"

The irresponsible woman no longer looked back. Only when the distance was a bit far did he hold his arm and hug himself did his face weld with pain at some point.

As his head lifted to think about how long he had not fought with others, his gaze was accidentally locked on one of the balconies in the distance. The distance limited his vision, so he did not detect who was there. Camelia didn't even realize someone was smiling at her.