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Alice couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, but she didn't care about it, and reached out to grab the wooden sword that fell to the ground.

But just by simply stretching out her hand, the pain caused her to moan softly again, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Although she repeatedly warned herself to be strong because her father hated weakness, this was her physical reaction after all and was beyond the control of her will.

Covering her shoulders in embarrassment, Alice subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the man who was looking down at her condescendingly.

As tall as a mountain, cold and ruthless.

"Didn't Ed tell you not to hold back in battle?"

Karajan's tone was a little unhappy, even a little angry.

"But... this is just a trial, a test," Alice defended weakly, "and, you are mine..."

"I don't want to hear an explanation."

The man just interrupted Alice coldly.

Mountains never give answers to people, they can only let people hear their own echoes.

"Do you think you can defeat me with this little cleverness? Alice, you are too arrogant."

Karajan didn't put away the wooden sword until then, glanced at Alice coldly, and his eyes stayed on the wooden sword lying on the soil for a moment.

"As members of the Iris family, we should remember that we hold the iris flower given to our friend in our left hand, but we hold the sword tightly in our right hand.

Flowers are given to friends, but the sword should not be let go. At any time and on any occasion, as long as you hold the sword, you should not let go. "

The reprimands that poured down on her face like a torrential rain made Alice feel dizzy, and even made her temporarily forget about the pain in her shoulders.

In her blank mind, only the terrifying black words "Failed the assessment" appeared.

Every family heir must be assessed by the current Grand Duke Iris, but this assessment can only be done once...

With strength coming from nowhere, Alice's hand quickly grasped the wooden sword, made a difficult and meticulous starting position, and said loudly to her father: "Father, I think I'm okay!"

The Grand Duke of Iris stopped walking away and did not turn around. He just glanced sideways and glanced at the girl whose legs were trembling but whose arms remained surprisingly stable.

Just looked up and down.

Alice, holding the sword in vain, watched in despair as her father walked to the sword stand and replaced the wooden sword where it belonged.

"The test is over, Alice." Karajan said calmly, "You only had one chance, but you missed it."

He didn't even look back at Alice and left.

In this world, only the injured girl and the wooden sword in her hand were left.

The wooden sword fell to the ground silently again, less than a few seconds after it fell last time.

Then there was a muffled sound, and the girl collapsed weakly on the ground.

She still wanted to hug her knees and cry bitterly, but the pain in her shoulders forced her to freeze her upper body.

The girl was tortured by physical and psychological trauma, and her sobs almost made it difficult for her to breathe.

At this moment, a voice sounded quietly.

"Alice, you are too weak."

The voice sounded familiar. It sounded like her brother Sokron, her father who had just left recently, her husband Aaron, or...

"What are you reminiscing about, Alice?" the inexplicable voice continued, "Why do you always want to come back here? What's good about it?"

Unknowingly, a vague white mist rose around them, covering all the scenery.

Alice looked around blankly, sensing something was wrong.

But this was just her feeling, and she couldn't tell what it was specifically.

The white mist comes and goes as quickly as it comes.

In a few breaths, the fog dissipated.

The man who left stood in front of the sword stand again.

She looked at him and he looked at her.

"Have a rest? Let's get started." The man held the wooden sword and said coldly.

"Look, he is strong, isn't he? And you are weak..." the inexplicable voice continued.

Until then, Alice was shocked to find that her injured shoulder had healed unknowingly.

"Get up." The man seemed to be dissatisfied with Alice who was sitting paralyzed, and said coldly.

Alice, who had just reacted, hurriedly stood up and once again assumed a standard sword-raising stance.

"The next step is to test your strength."

Just like what happened just now, the man quietly handed out his sword.

Slowly but surely.

"Look, as long as you can be ruthless and use the glance just now, as long as your power can be greater than him..." The mysterious voice was tempting.

Almost at the same time, Alice clearly felt a heat flowing between her arms.

The wooden sword that originally felt a little heavy was as light as a feather at this time, and she didn't even feel any burden.

The whole world seemed to slow down.

No, it should be that her reaction became faster.

The sword that was originally as slow as a turtle seemed to be frozen in the air at this moment.

At this moment, she just felt that everything was under her control.

A mysterious confidence quietly filled her heart.

"As long as you take action...take action, you can defeat him, defeat him completely...

Don't be afraid that he will blame you, don't forget, this is a test...

Don't be afraid that you will hurt him. Don't forget that you have a wooden sword in your hand...

You have to prove to him that you are strong enough to shoulder the obligations of the Iris family..."

The inexplicable voice still lingered in Alice's ears, entangled like a poisonous snake.

Alice tightened her grip on the wooden sword in her hand, she had to do this.

Unknowingly, the dry hilt of the sword became slippery with sweat, as if it would fly out of my hand at the next moment.

"Think about it, Alice, think about the way those people look at you.

Is it because of your identity?

No, it's because of your weakness...

Alice, as a member of the Iris family, you should be strong, you should be like your father, isn't this a mountain giant?

Alice, what are you hesitating about?

Come on, Alice, come on! "

At the end of the sentence, the words could not help but urge loudly, and the temptation and guidance at the beginning turned into outright incitement.

"What are you waiting for? Oh, poor child, yes, this is an illusion, yes, this is your nightmare...

But what does it matter? Alice, believe me, this is your inner demon, you need to face the original problem, believe me, this will make you reborn...

You'll feel better, more fulfilled, and stronger than ever...

Throw away all standards and ideas, this is an illusion, when you wake up, nothing will happen..."

The last straw fell quietly.

Alice's breathing suddenly became heavier.