In a tavern, Noel was sitting down with a plate of food. He had reached this place three days earlier than planned, so he had to wait.
They had agreed to meet in a plaza when the sun was on top of their head, so he still had some time.
He looked down while contemplating, 'We're about to go to the Sword Saint Tomb. I don't know what awaits us there, but it's clear that the Sword Saint and my ancestor were related.
'I read in a book that the Sword Saint was my ancestor's best friend. My ancestor might be the greatest spirit user in his time, but the Sword Saint was truly a peerless expert with a sword. If my ancestor didn't use everything, he would have lost against the Sword Saint.
