With a bang, a bug was crushed to death by the foot of a person who had descended from the sky.
Kaunitz, dressed in a suit of red and had faint red colored prints on his head, looked at the stretch of fallen trees and frowned.
In the scorching forest, he seemed to once again recall the days he had spent cultivating in the volcano. His expression was slightly twisted, as if evil light was beaming out from his eyes.
Kaunitz had been brought up and nurtured by the Tresia Clan as a genius since young.
And because of this, he had received endless sword arts training, but had not had the time to deliberate over the knowledge pertaining political, trade, management and interpersonal relationships.
He had initially thought that there was no need for him to learn all these. As long as he had a sword in his hand, he had the confidence to slash apart everything before him.
