Chapter 45 - 45: Where is that coward?
On a cobblestone street lined with ancient trees and charming shops, there is a hidden gem: "Café Épure." This café is reserved exclusively for distinguished individuals with a certain status at the university, to the point that merely entering the establishment was an act worth bragging about for those just starting to climb the social ladder.
The beautiful café boasted a polished glass facade, while the interior featured white walls that reflected the warm light of geometric pendant lamps. This harmonized perfectly with the tables and chairs, which seemed to be a blend of natural wood and black metal. They were arranged in a meticulously calculated layout to create a harmonious flow.
In an elegant private room of the café, accessible only to the upper echelon of the order, three young women, appearing to be around 18 years old, were gathered around a sleek rectangular table. They sipped from their cups and conversed with distinguished manners, occasionally letting out small giggles.
"By the way, have you heard the latest news about Master Eldurdóttir's first disciple?" In the midst of the harmonious conversation, a stunning young woman with black hair and blue eyes asked with amusement as she looked at her two companions.
"No, what happened? Although the news that Master Eldurdóttir had taken on her first disciple spread like wildfire, very few people have actually seen him in person. I've heard rumors that he's very handsome." A beautiful, energetic-looking young woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, commented showing interest as she looked into her blue-eyed companion's eyes.
"Well, there's actually a photo of him circulating because the heir of the Blackthorn family wants to test his skills, and many have tried to challenge him. But it seems he's a coward who doesn't dare accept a duel. It's a shame because he really is handsome."
As she responded, the black-haired young woman took out a crystal card from her storage ring, which projected a hologram of an elegant-looking, handsome young man with green eyes and starry black hair.
"Wow, he's really handsome," the blonde-haired young woman's eyes sparkled as she looked at Erik's image, but they quickly dimmed as she added with regret, "What a shame that he's actually too cowardly to accept a duel. It's a real pity."
After nodding in agreement with a slightly disappointed expression, the black-haired young woman turned to look at Liliana, who was sitting in her place drinking tea and had not commented since they began discussing Master Eldurdóttir's disciple. She then asked curiously.
"Liliana, do you know him? Your Master is the sworn sister of Master Eldurdóttir, so you should know something."
"I've seen him a couple of times, but I haven't spoken much with him, so I didn't know he was such a coward. I'm surprised too," Liliana responded with a similar expression to her companions, to which the other two young women nodded in understanding.