The early morning of the sleeping mansion.

I, who had drunk the Desumont family under the table, was wielding a sword in the empty courtyard of the mansion.

-Whoosh──!

My swordsmanship was not elegant.

It was rough and monotonous. Even if I became a Sword Master, it was hard to change the habits ingrained in my body. I was performing a pitiful sword dance for others to see.

-Tzing.

Holding Tirving in my hand, I wiped the sweat on my forehead with my sleeve and smiled lightly.

“It’s different.”

I could feel the distinct difference.

The sense of stability when …