Solomon's fingers stopped hovering over the console. He stared intently at the selection menu. All of his buried memories regarding the Undead Paladin suddenly resurfaced, and his fingers twitched involuntarily.
To the rest of the world, and to the academy's databanks, the Undead Paladin was just a standard S-rank boss monster. But it was entirely different for him. The Paladin was his mentor, his torturer, and the man who had passed down the Imperial Sword Arts during fifteen agonizing years of mental combat.
He couldn't help but wonder what would actually happen if he selected the knight. Would the simulation perfectly replicate the Paladin's flawless technique? He knew it was just a hard-light magical simulation and not the real person, but the prospect still felt incredibly heavy.
[sgtcwby: Stop wasting time!]
His chat was rapidly scrolling, demanding that Solomon hurry up since he was actively wasting the 30-minute rental timer standing in front of the menu.
