Meanwhile, elsewhere, Quentin was staggering home. He was whispering something in his mouth, but the people passing by and watching him didn't understand what he was saying. Nobody was looking at him. It didn't take a genius to realise that Quentin was drunk.

He was drunk at his age. Really, his parents had raised a wonderful boy.

When Quentin came home, he didn't knock. He just smashed it down. Four people came downstairs at the sound.

2 of them turned back as soon as they saw Quentin. They didn't care that the door was open. They knew with one look that Quentin was drunk and they knew that the good boy would fix the door in the morning. Quentin was not worth disturbing their sleep.

They were from District 2. Still, Quentin was much stronger than them. Quentin's sword was too powerful and even his sheer strength overwhelmed them.

Elena and Clara looked at Quentin and realised he was drunk. His neck was bent and he walked with a wobbly gait. Of course, the sheer amount of bruises on his body suggested that this drunkenness had brought problems. At least Clara was wrong about the pub brawl.

"Elena, take this rascal by the arm and tie him to the sofa."

Clara considered spanking Quentin for interrupting her beauty sleep. Fortunately, Elena disagreed and didn't addict Quentin to interesting fantasies.

Elena and Clara left Quentin on the couch. Seeing Quentin's wounds, Elena immediately bent down and looked at him. She examined the wounds. They were quite close. In his drunken state, Quentin could have reached out and kissed her lips. When Clara saw Quentin's smile, she must have been afraid of that because she immediately pulled Elena away.

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"Quentin, who did these wounds? What's wrong with you?" Elena asked. She didn't care at all that Clara pulled her back. Clara wasn't even looking at Quentin.

Quentin looked at Clara and laughed once more.

"That's what he did. Don't you remember? He embarrassed me in front of everyone. He embarrassed me. He humiliated me. You're really forgetful, Elena. You were there."

Quentin's words carried a bit of resentment from the past. Clara felt very uncomfortable because of these words. She felt guilty. And she remembered that she had underestimated the impact of her words in the heat of the moment on this occasion not so long ago. She was not what her words had made her out to be. What had happened that day... It was just a misunderstanding.

"I apologised to you! What more do you want?!" shouted Clara. She had apologised. And yet Quentin kept bringing it up. She knew he wasn't that hurt. Emotionally, Quentin was as solid as a rock. And yet he wanted to make her suffer. Quentin slowly got up from his seat and faced Clara.

"You know what? I could beat you with one move right now. You're much weaker than me. One punch could be fatal for you. You are not weak. You've realised your potential. You're truly an extraordinary genius. Still, it's not enough against me. Not anymore. So go back to your pathetic hut instead of barking at me like a wild dog. "

Maybe Quentin wasn't such a solid rock after all.

His words caused Clara to grimace. Anger swept through her body, but she didn't lose control. She didn't want to be taken for granted. She stood up to Quentin, spitting and shouting.

"And who made these wounds?! If you are so strong, it should be very difficult for a first year to hurt you. Why are you all bruised and battered like that?! " asked Clara. Quentin just laughed and sat back down. Instantly the smile disappeared from his face.

"He was so strong. He was a monster! Even though 5 of us attacked, we couldn't defeat him, and he was the same rank as us. He was even one grade lower than me. That technique.... Our numbers were meaningless. We lacked quality. I saw the light in the wind. I had an epiphany. It was a small and important step in energy, but I didn't have time to think about it. I thought about it all night. And I reached the peak of blue lightning. I'm no match for him, though. I'm far away. I'm not comparable. But I'm still stronger than you, Clara. "Quentin said and staggered away. He climbed the stairs step by step.

PAATTTT!!

" Wait for me, Quentin! "

But when Elena arrived, she picked up the fallen Quentin and carried him up the stairs. When she came back, she could see the disbelief on Clara's face.

Quentin had reached the peak. They still hadn't made it to the middle.

Elena finally came round and shouted after Quentin.

"Quentin!! Who was that? Who was the one who had the same strength as you and defeated you? Did you meet a 5th year?"

Quentin's sigh could be heard all the way downstairs.

"He wasn't a fifth year. He was someone we knew well. You must recognise him. It was Kai." He said and went into his room. He didn't want to think about today anymore.