Word had spread.
By the time Lindarion arrived at the training grounds, a small crowd of students had already gathered.
'Of course they would gather..'
Vivienne Valerian didn't challenge people often. And when she did?
She didn't lose…well, except to Luneth. But she was built different.
Lindarion scanned the onlookers, noting familiar faces—some first-years, some upperclassmen.
Even Jack Valerian was there, arms crossed, watching with a blank expression.
Lindarion smirked slightly.
'He probably thinks she will embarrass me, how insane is he mentally..?'
Vivienne was already waiting in the center of the sparring ring, her posture relaxed but poised.
She turned as Lindarion stepped into the ring, her sharp eyes assessing him.
Then—she smiled.
"Good," she murmured. "You actually showed up."
Lindarion rolled his shoulders.
"You sound surprised."
Vivienne's expression remained unreadable. "I wasn't sure if you'd take me seriously."
