Her Graceful War Song

Chapter 824

A couple of days later, Max and the other two prepared a formal banquet for the apprenticeship ceremony at Glimmering Tower. They invited Violet, along with Rafael and Carissa, to witness the occasion.

After returning home that day, Violet felt a wave of regret. How could someone like her, with such a temper, take on apprentices? Being tied down in that way felt stifling, especially since she was younger than them. It wasn’t that she couldn’t command respect–it just seemed unnecessary.

Wasn’t it enough to teach them a few things and be known as a sage?

She was thinking of ways to decline when they insisted on holding the banquet–at Glimmering Tower, no less. The extravagance of it was absurd and yet stirred a sense of vanity within her.

After contemplating it, Violet realized that since the Inferno Guild would eventually be in her hands, perhaps she might as well accept the role.

Once she came to this conclusion, she chose appropriate weapons for them. Then, she brought Rafael and Carissa along to the banquet.

After the three men bowed to her and presented her with wine, Violet said, “First off, don’t go around announcing that you’ve officially become my apprentices. Yes, you knelt before me that day in front of witnesses, but since there was no formal ceremony, it didn’t count. Now that we’re having this apprenticeship ceremony and feast, only the people here know about it. Outside, you can call me Sage Violet.”

The three men nodded obediently.

Violet then distributed the weapons she had brought for them. “Michael, you’re the eldest apprentice. I’ve seen your swordsmanship, and this sword will suit you well. Its name is Whispering Breeze. I hope you can advance in your sword skills.”

“Thank you, Sage Violet!” Michael accepted the sword with both hands, unable to contain his joy.

“Max, you’re the second apprentice. You usually use a knife, right? Amethyst Edge is for you.”

“Amethyst Edge?” Max was practically bouncing with excitement. “Thank you, Sage Violet! Thank you so much!”

There was no need to explain how much martial artists cherished their weapons. He used both swords and knives, but the dagger suited him perfectly.

“Alistair!” Violet called, her tone shifting as she turned to him.

Alistair knelt obediently. After going home that day, he had been wrestling with his thoughts. He had truly struggled with whether he had acted impulsively in taking a young woman as his mentor.

Would he be able to face anyone if word got out?

But seeing the exceptional weapons the others received, he felt a pang of regret for hesitating that day. He had let Michael and Max take the titles of eldest and second apprentices while he remained behind. Rubbing his swollen cheek, he recalled the pain he had endured during the assessment. His whole body ached and his lips were chapped, making it difficult to speak.

Yes, Sage Violet!” he managed to say, though his words were a little slurred.

Violet was initially reluctant to accept him. But seeing him, who once strutted about with his nose in the air, now kneeling before her calling her Sage Violet, she softened a bit. After all, his skills were impressive, and he could support Carissa.

For her friend’s sake, Violet decided to tolerate him.

She handed him a sword, her tone considerably more serious than before.

“Your leg technique is good, but you need to hone your weapon skills. When the time comes to face a real enemy, you can’t always rely on bare hands.

“This sword is called Obsidian Dragon. It weighs 18 pounds but is incredibly sharp, and it’s able to slice through iron like mud. If you want to master your swordsmanship, you’ll need to enhance your inner force. Naturally, I’ll teach you all about inner force cultivation.

As the heavy sword landed in Alistair’s hands, he could hardly believe his luck. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

He had certainly heard of the Obsidian Dragon sword before. It was forged by the legendary blacksmith, Hellbreaker. Many had tried to purchase it for a hefty sum but had ultimately failed.

So, the sword had ended up with the Spencer family.

All of his initial reluctance transformed into uncontainable joy, and he barely registered Violet mentioning she would teach them about inner force cultivation.

He unsheathed the sword, revealing its dark, glistening blade. A cold gleam radiated from its black surface, the sharpness of the edge visible to the naked eye.

Violet plucked a hair from her head and blew it toward the blade. To Alistair’s astonishment, the hair was immediately severed. He was stunned.

It could cut a strand of hair in the air?! Goodness, he had really struck gold!