The legend tied to the ‘Path of the Heavenly Sword’ was simple.
Long ago, the ‘hero’ who slew Delphirem worried about the future even while burying the ‘Heavenly Sword’ in the ground. Because they knew that Delphirem would return someday.
However, as one born as a mortal, they couldn’t live through thousands of years.
Thus, the hero entrusted their will to one of their disciples. The last words to stay at ‘Heavenly Sword Mountain’ and wait for the time when the sword of heaven would be needed.
The organization born from this was the ‘Sword Circle.’
“It was once called the ‘Sword Garden’ as well. But at some point, the name ‘Sword Circle’ became more famous.”
The owner of the voice that was softly lowered was the ‘Grand Instructor.’
An old woman with an impressive cloak full of countless scratches, unlike the other instructors, her calm aura gave an even sharper feeling as a swordsman. For a moment, the imagination of crossing swords naturally arose.
What would the odds of victory be?
Fifty percent? It might be a bit higher than that. Considering the fact that I was a ‘Master,’ it couldn’t help but be a remarkably surprising speculation.
Even if the remaining three instructors all attacked at once, the possibility of defeating me was nonexistent.
This wasn’t in the realm of probability or possibility. It was a clear…