"Haah!"
With all of the guards present, all of them seemed to be mages.
It seemed like the only ones present with weapons were Brandon and Evelyn.
Though they weren't duelists at all.
Evelyn was a mere pretender, and Brandon was just fixated on learning the sword.
While the rest of the guards trained separately. Some even loitering around, completely content with their current abilities.
Brandon on the other hand, continuously swung his blade forward.
Slash—!
He tried to get the timing right. Increasing the force of the swing, at the same time his foot stomps the ground.
Slash—!
Sweat trickled down his face with each swing. His clothes started sticking to his back.
An hour passed.
The heads had already left to go about their own business.
It was time for lunch. For that reason, the guards left the private training grounds.
Everyone except Brandon.
And….
