The vicinity of the summit of Heavenly Sword Mountain (天劍山) was always serene.
Not only were most facilities located midway up, but the high altitude made foot traffic rare. There wouldn’t be many who visited this place without special business.
I was the same.
Unless I made up my mind to run, it was a distance that took over 2 hours round trip. No matter how overflowing with stamina, time was always precious.
Nevertheless, the reason I climbed the mountain every day was one.
The ‘Grand Master.’
An expert in swordsmanship secluded at Heavenly Sword Mountain, and an eccentric leading the mysterious sect ‘Sword Circle.’ I was visiting the ‘Grave of Swords’ to meet her.
The reasons were varied.
The Grand Master was a senior who had devoted herself to the path of the sword for decades. Her skill was also formidable, so wanting to seek advice was only natural. Additionally, I was curious about the old connection with the ‘Sword Duke.’
However, today’s purpose was more urgent.
Because Heavenly Sword Mountain might soon be set ablaze.
It wasn’t anxiety or suspicion. Last night, hadn’t I heard confirmation from the monster wearing my younger sister’s mask?
‘Greed’ had a temperament to definitely accomplish what it wanted.
It…