At Danteriar Academy, the preliminary matches for each class were held again.

Once again, Mart only won the necessary matches, as he did not wish to participate in the end-of-year tournament.

Luckily for him, he did not have to face the outstanding students and won two easy victories.

After it was decided that the representatives of class S would be Meleic, Nirian, Selenia, and Sara,

Mart returned to his room to prepare for the final exams.

As he walked through the corridors, a beautiful demon with blue and green hair and eyes of the same color approached Mart. She wore a crown with a dark energy floating above her head, something like a halo. The demon handed him a letter.

"An invitation to the auction in Zazel City; it must be a few months away," thought Mart as he looked at the envelope bearing the symbol of that city.

Mart looked up to speak to the young demon, but she had already walked away, and he had no intention of following her.

Mart put the letter in his demon bag and then continued on his way to his room.

••••

The days passed and the end-of-year tournament arrived. Mart had come sixth in the rankings this time, so he was satisfied with the result.

At that moment, he was sitting in the stands of a coliseum that had been built by the teachers and Vice Principal Cain Asral.

Mart had planned to seclude himself before the end of the year to take advantage of the month-long vacation while he assimilated the last drop of Demon God blood he had left.

Since he didn't know how long it would take, he wanted to make the most of his time, but Moraf Arcariz invited him and Meleic to watch his fight.

Next to Mart was Selenia, who had lost in the semifinals to Meleic, who would face Nirian, who had defeated Sara.

"It's unfair. You spent all your time practicing with them, so now they're more skilled. Add to that their higher rank, and it was almost obvious that I wouldn't win," said Selenia, still analyzing her encounter from the previous day.

"But it was a great battle. You even managed to injure him," said Mart as he watched Moraf enter the combat arena wearing the Danteriar Academy uniform.

Shortly after, Benjac Sevec, Mart's younger half-brother, entered.

Benjac looked at Mart with contempt.

"It seems your brother hates you," Selenia said calmly as she watched the participants who would soon be fighting.

Mart nodded. He didn't have much to say, and he didn't try to mend the relationship between the brothers because he knew it was a waste of time. Benjac's mother despised him because she saw him as a threat to her son, as she wanted her son to become the successor to the Sevec marquisate.

Mart shook his head. He saw potential in the Sevec marquisate and wanted to use it as a base for his future goals, so he accepted that not everything in the world could be fixed and that sometimes sacrifices had to be made in order to win.

Mart shook his head almost as soon as the instructor in the combat arena announced the start of the battle between the two.

"It will be what it will be," Mart muttered.

••••

Bang!

The swords of both opponents clashed, sending out a shockwave from the impact.

Bang!

Moraf moved at superhuman speed, powering his movements with his demonic energy.

Benjac, meanwhile, focused on blocking each of Moraf's attacks, as if he were just waiting for the right moment.

Both showed great concentration.

"He's very talented," Mart couldn't help but conclude, seeing how Moraf, who had trained with him and Meleic, still couldn't land a decisive blow on Benjac.

...

"He did well to back off. It's best not to underestimate the power and qualities of lineage," said Meleic, who was standing near Sara and Nirian.

"Do you think the Sevec lineage is superior to the Arcariz lineage?" asked Nirian calmly, without taking his eyes off his brother's performance and occasionally glancing at Mereida, who was also watching the fight.

"I didn't say that, but you should know that the Arcariz lineage is a lineage of magicians, and the Sevec lineage is a lineage of warriors. You have many magicians and some warriors, but the Sevec lineage has many warriors and money. Benjac must have undergone exhaustive training to be at the level he is, otherwise your brother would have won almost as soon as the combat began," explained Meleic, who also belonged to a warrior lineage.

...

Moraf began walking along the edges of the battlefield.

Benjac infused his sword with demonic energy and launched a demonic energy slash.

Moraf jumped to dodge the slash, and soon another slash was launched at him just as he was inches from touching the ground.

Moraf cut his opponent's attack and tilted his head to dodge the tip of the sword that was aimed at his face.

Moraf ran to his right, his left cheek cut.

Benjac launched another demonic energy slash, but this time Moraf did the same as Benjac.

Bang!

The clash of the two energies caused a shockwave.

Moraf cut through the shockwave, making his way through it to reach his opponent, and both swung their swords.

Cut!

Blood!

"Winner, Moraf Arcariz."

...

Everyone in the stands heard the instructor's announcement.

The edge of Moraf's blue sword was one centimeter from Benjac's neck.

Benjac's sword was embedded in Moraf's left forearm.

Moraf had infused demonic energy into his left forearm to use it as a shield and take advantage of the opening to gain victory.

...

"It was a risky move, but it gave him the victory," Mart murmured when the fight was over.

"That's true, they were both almost at the same level," concluded Selenia, who was already getting up to leave.

Mart waved subtly from the stands so that Moraf would notice that he had gone to see the fight.

Moraf waved to both Mart and Meleic and dedicated his victory to Mereida, who smiled sweetly at Moraf's gesture.

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