At the very least, the Swordmaster wasn’t actually trying to cut me down with a real blade.

But that slight mercy didn’t make much difference to me.

After all, even if I got cut by a real sword, I could just rewind time to before the injury, so getting slashed was merely a matter of experiencing some pain. And Lucas’s sword, as sharp as one might expect from a sword of the crown prince, didn’t inflict pain immediately. My brain would release a rush of endorphins right after the slash, numbing the sensation.

As a result, whether I was struck …