The royal capital, Yeluf, housed a luxurious mansion.
Positioned in the heart of the royal capital, yet strangely contradicting the direction of the royal palace, the mansion stood in direct opposition to it.
Spanning a vast area, even larger than the Franzel family's secondary residence, it was hard to find a few places within the entire royal capital that could compare, declaring the dignity of the owner.
In the backyard of such a mansion, a young man was fervently swinging his sword, drenched in sweat.
With striking blonde hair, a robust physique, and remarkably handsome features, the young man resembled the sporty, sunny boy often found in youthful fantasy novels, not only attractive but also strong.
The sword in the young man's hand appeared quite heavy; each swing generated a gust of wind, causing his arm muscles to bulge and even his veins to show prominently.
"1305...1306...1307...1308..."
