Swish! Swish! Swish!

…

As I arrived at the private training ground in the courtyard where I guessed Ethan would be, I saw him silently practicing his sword swings. He was wielding the familiar twin swords engraved with the Blackwood crest, working up a sweat before dinner. Although he had no sparring partner and was slicing through empty air, his stance remained steady.

Ethan had been at the level of a Sword Expert for quite some time, so this level of discipline was only to be expected.

“Master Ethan,” I called out.

“…Oh, Lilith.”

“So, this is where you were. …