PAID

The promotion assessment concluded successfully.

Exhausted, Noa left the training grounds with her homeroom teacher Lydia supporting her.

Leon silently watched his daughter’s small figure retreat into the distance. A faint, gratified smile appeared beneath his helmet.

"You’ve still got a long road ahead of you," he murmured.

Just as Leon was lost in thought, the assistant instructors approached him.

"Big Brother, that duel just now was incredible!"

"Yeah, yeah, it’s amazing how you managed to maintain control while still putting on such a spectacular fight."  @@novelbin@@

His temporary colleagues showered him with praise.

But Leon only replied quietly,

"It’s because that child is exceptionally talented. I couldn’t possibly use the same level of difficulty for her as I would for other students."

"Well, that’s how our little girl is—no matter the setting, even wearing a helmet and carrying a shield, she’ll shine," someone teased.

The instructors continued discussing the duel between Leon and Noa, clearly impressed. Leon, however, didn’t linger. Staying too long would only risk someone figuring him out.

He quietly left the training grounds and slipped around to a storage room at the back of the building.

Standing at the door, Leon glanced around to ensure no one was nearby before opening it. As the door swung open, a suit of armor tumbled out—more precisely, a person wearing the armor.

Leon crouched down and peeled the “9527” label off his arm, sticking it onto the unconscious man’s armor. Then, he rapped the man’s helmet twice.