Vol 4 Epilogue

Epilogue

In that room, in which the light of the day brightly shone, refined furnishings were arranged with the perfect order. Everything, which existed there, from the curtains of classic design rustling in the wind, a carpet of a calm tint based on indigo and beige, an office desk of ebony in which fine decorative carvings were applied, up to the penholder decorated with gold, which was placed in the corner, built up one space, which harmonized without compromise.

A small world by no means just gorgeous, yet graceful and refined.

In the center of that world, one young man was smiling very happily.

His surprisingly refined features and uncurled pale blond hair were to the extent that, at first glance, one might seem to be confused on whether the young man was not also one of the furnishings.

That frank temperament, the brilliant and strong presence –– and above all else, if it was a person with even a bit of a discerning eye, then they should notice that a sharp blade was hidden behind his soft smile.

Otherwise, of course, he could never be fit to be the student council president of St. Garrardsworth Academy, and should not have been chosen by that <holy>, either.</holy>

<holy>…Much less, maintaining the rank #1 as such.</holy>

<holy>“It looks like you are really enjoying yourself, Ernest.”</holy>

<holy>The vice-president of St. Garrardsworth Academy, Laetitia Blanchard knocked at the door, very poorly if saying so, left open earlier.</holy>

<holy>“Oh, Laetitia. So you came.”</holy>

<holy>The young man –– St. Garrardsworth Academy student council president, Ernest Fairclough raised his face and turned a refreshing smile toward Laetitia.</holy>

<holy>He was apparently watching the opened space window at hand.</holy>

<holy>“Oh my, are you perhaps watching the semifinal?”</holy>

<holy>“No, what I was watching was yesterday’s quarterfinal.”</holy>

<holy>“The quarterfinal…?”</holy>

<holy>At his answer, Laetitia tightly furrowed her eyebrows.</holy>

<holy>Roughly scratching her blond hair, that was a shade darker than Ernest's, Laetitia peered in the space window.</holy>

<holy>The Phoenix quarterfinal match, which took place yesterday, was certainly projected there. Due to the fierce battle between the players of Seidoukan and World Dragon, they became quite the talk in Asterisk; also their next opponents were her companions from the same Life RhodesSilver Wings Knights Squadron. It was no wonder that she was also interested.</holy>

<holy>It was no wonder, but Laetitia was slightly displeased with it.</holy>

<holy>“…Are you that much interested in that boy?”</holy>

<holy>“Fufufu. You can say that.”</holy>

<holy>At Laetitia’s indication Ernest frankly nodded.</holy>

<holy>“Geez… Be it her or you, why are you so much concerned with that child? I cannot understand.”</holy>

<holy>“Oh dear! The great you, who bears the nickname of the <holy>, shouldn't make such a face.”</holy></holy>

<holy><holy>Ernest laughed as he admonished Laetitia, who pouted.</holy></holy>

<holy><holy>“You become really childish when it comes to Miss Enfield.”</holy></holy>

<holy><holy>“Wha…!? T-That’s not true! That’s not true at all!”</holy></holy>

<holy><holy>Taking in sidelong glance at Laetitia, who denied his accusations with a bright red face, Ernest once again dropped his eyes down to his hand.</holy></holy>

<holy><holy>“Still, as expected, he is wonderful. If there is a foundational principle in swordsmanship it’s that it’s purely dignified. As a swordsman… I would by all means like to cross blades with him.”</holy></holy>

<holy><holy>“Ernest. I hope you will not be that reckless again…”</holy></holy>

<holy><holy>“I know. But, there's no problem if it’s just talking, right?”</holy></holy>

<holy><holy>Ernest shrugged his shoulders with a wry smile.</holy></holy>

<holy><holy>Laetitia denied his accusations with a bright red face.</holy></holy>

<holy><holy>That was what it meant to be chosen by the <holy>.</holy></holy></holy>

<holy><holy><holy>Be always virtuous, cast aside selfishness and act as the proxy of order and justice in all actions.</holy></holy></holy>

<holy><holy><holy>––That was the price requested by the Lei-GlemsDemon Sword of the White Filter.</holy></holy></holy>

<holy><holy><holy>If a shadow was to lurk over this even a little, the Ogre Lux, with the nickname of <holy>, would mercilessly forsake its user. And he would also lose the nickname and qualifications of