If I Say 'Fuck' Here, I Might Get Kicked Out Again

Chapter 187

Lucius looked flustered, clearly unsure how to react.

He'd grabbed the hilt of the self-defense sword at his waist and frozen in that awkward half-drawn position.

Right. I could understand perfectly.

I felt like I finally understood deep in my bones why there was a saying that once a man draws his sword, he has to at least slice up a radish.

'This is getting really fucking awkward, visually.'

The half-drawn blade gleamed in the mana-stone light, but there was no enemy to slice—just a fellow student standing there, drenched in sweat.

It made him look like a complete idiot.

I never thought I'd manage to break character for this perfectionist, narrow-eyed type so thoroughly.

But, as expected, Lucius—the narrow-eyed type—quickly slid the sword back in as if nothing had happened, cleared his throat, and flashed a bright smile...