Chapter 146: The Knight Began to Hate Martial Arts Tournaments (1)
“If I suddenly leave my post at the academy, just assume I’m on the run.”
Ihan said this with a drained expression to the trainees gathered before him.
“On the run?”
“Are you feeling unwell?”
“Instructor—?”
“Just take it at face value.”
“???”
Two days had passed since the commotion at the Galahad estate, and a creeping sense of unease had begun to settle in.
Wasn’t it said that humans are creatures of regret?
Ihan found himself trapped in the vicious cycle of reliving the chaos he’d caused, feeling the consequences in the present. For two nights straight, he had dreamt of being hunted by Galahad soldiers, or of the duke himself coming at him with a drawn sword.
‘Where should I run...?’
Even exile was starting to look like a viable option.