Clang!

The sound of swords clashing echoed as sparks flew from the collision.

Ghislain grinned, looking at Arel.
"Let’s go again."

"Understood."

Despite the overwhelming busyness of his domain, Ghislain never neglected Arel’s training.

Arel had grown into a striking young man, one who could make any woman’s heart flutter.

But it wasn’t his appearance that made him renowned—it was his skill. Arel had endured hellish training and grown faster than anyone expected.

His determination was so intense that even the mercenary-turned-knights who had followed Ghislain since the beginning shook their heads in awe.

But Ghislain didn’t just push …