Passing through the backyard led to a secluded clearing.
When I arrived with sword in hand, there was already a prior visitor occupying the space. A shadow holding a sword with its back to me caught my eye.
Huh, and.
A sound that was either laughter or a sigh escaped my lips. It was truly a complex feeling.
I had become incomparably stronger than before.
I didn’t know about the outside, but the me in this place wasn’t terminally ill. It meant I could utilize the mind’s image without restrictions, and my body wouldn’t collapse either.
In other words, the current me was one of the continent’s top knights in skill.
It wasn’t a level that a retired mercenary who had once made a name for himself could oppose. No matter what he did, my victory was all but predetermined.
Nevertheless, to have come all the way here.
It was an action I myself couldn’t understand. Had the conversation we had during today’s meal angered…