In the square of Linon Castle, where traces of the fierce battle still remain, Viscount Bedok was training.
Bedok is satisfied with his swordsmanship, having defeated a number of soldiers.
As he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, a man caught his eye.
It was Zeff, waiting for Julius, who had been summoned to the temporary command center.
He was sitting alone in the grass in the square so it was hard not to notice him.
People should be exposed to the sun.
This was a daily routine for Zeff, who had always been told that by Miri.
"Hey, why are you standing alone?"
There was no way Zeff was going to respond in such a situation.
Bedok was naturally angry after being ignored.
"You! Identify yourself!"
Again, Zeff ignored him.
A man with a heavy mouth, that's Zeff.
Bedok, who had been continuously ignored, glared at Zeff with a grim face.
"Have you lost your mind? What kind of attitude is that when a superior calls for you to get up?"
When Bedok said this, Zeff spat out the grass in his mouth with a troublesome expression and stood up.
Bedok quickly swung his fist at Zeff.
Of course, Zeff stepped lightly forward to avoid it.
"You son of a bitch!"
Unable to contain his anger, Bedok drew his sword.
His face turned red and he swung his sword, but Zeff just mindlessly kicked Bedok's wrist.
The impact of the wrist sent Bedok's sword soaring into the air.
"Damn.....what are you doing? What are you doing? I'll show you what I'm capable of!"
When Bedok went crazy screaming like that.
"Bedok, what the hell is happening here?"
Elheat, who had been watching the training from afar, came over and started scolding Bedok.
Surprised by Elheat's appearance, Bedok became stiff.
"Get back! Don't you think it's shameful to take it out on a soldier with whom you've lost to?"
"But...he escaped from the training and was acting alone."
When Elheat, who hated excuses for his words, raised his eyes, Bedok picked up his weapon from the ground and pulled back.
As soon as the situation was sorted out, Zeff sat down on the grass again.
"By the way, you look familiar. You're the soldier who fought with Count Aquitania, aren't you? You were very good! How would you like to face me?"
Zeff stood up with a serious look on his face when Elheat suggested that, thinking of the night they recaptured Linon Castle.
The fact that Elheat was a strong man was etched in his mind.
So, he drew his sword silently.
"Okay, that's the way!"
As soon as Elheat straightened his posture, the two weapons clashed.
What a battle unfolded in front of my eyes, it was on a different level.
My eyes could not catch up with it, only the afterimages remained.
There was no one in Linon Castle who was powerful enough to watch the two of them fight.
I don't know why the two of them decided to fight.
I had just finished talking to Ronen and came out to find myself in this situation.
Of course, there was no reason to stop them.
In a case like Zeff's, the more you fight against a strong opponent, the more your power level should increase.
It was a very valuable opportunity.
So I watched them fight for a while.
In the end, the battle ended when Elheat spear went for Zeff's neck.
Looking at the difference in power level it was only natural that Zeff was defeated.
"Ha ha. That was great."
Elheat was also quite surprised and began to take an interest in Zeff.
"How come a warrior like you was unknown until now?"
But I couldn't let that happen.
So I intervened between them and answered for him.
"He is my vassal. I've come with him."
"Oh, I see. You're still young. You'll make a name for yourself!"
When he said that, Elheat started laughing heartily.
He didn't care about Zeff cheekiness, he was genuinely happy.
"Why are you not using your mana skills? There have been plenty of moments when you could have used them. If the spear hadn't reached you, wouldn't you have been able to use your skills to attack?"
Elheat's question was also my question but Zeff didn't answer, he just shook his head.
He seemed to have no idea what he was talking about.
Zeff nodded in response to Elheat's question.
"You must use intense concentration. The mana that has accumulated in your body is channeled into the sword. You have not yet reached the stage...where you can picture the skill. But the mana that is embedded in your sword is already enough."
Zeff stared at me, but I couldn't tell either.