Since the family revered martial arts, there were several large and small exercise halls in the mansion. But the place they were now was a place dedicated to Rian, and no one would hear if they screamed.

Shirone waited with a dry mouth while Rian lit the torch.

He wished they could just start quickly because each passing second made him more and more uncomfortable.

Maybe it was on purpose.

But if Shirone were a swordsman, he would�ve known this level of tension on a battlefield was normal.

�Here, take this.�

As the training ground lit up, Rian threw a wooden sword towards Shirone.

The wooden sword, which clung to Shirone�s hand with a loud slap, had a handle thicker than that of an axe�s.

�Why are you giving this to me?�

�A duel. I�m not as cowardly as you. I�m destined to become the greatest swordsman in the future. But enough about that, This is my way of paying you back for snitching on me.�

Shirone thought that was ridiculous.

�How was I cowardly?�

�As a servant of the Ogent, you have to protect the Ogent. You sold me out to my master because you were afraid of getting beaten. Someone was in trouble, and yet you sold them out. No matter how much I�m ignored by my family, I cannot be treated the same way by a guy like you, so bring it on. Considering the gap between us, I�ll allow you to come at me three times before I start.�

Rian�s look changed.

Although he seemed to have a simple, ignorant personality, those eyes of his were certainly Ogent.

Shirone, who responded to the fighting spirit, was holding the wooden sword tightly with both hands.

In other words, after his three chances were up, he knew his bones were going to be broken.

Various thoughts crossed his mind.

�What do I do? What can I do?�

In the midst of despair, Shirone did not give up.

No matter how unlikely it was, he couldn�t just not try.

�Here I come!�

Shirone�s spirit, which was showcased through his raised sword aggressive rush, was unexpected, but Rian simply snorted.

�His posture is awful.�

�He�s never wielded a sword!�

As Rian blocked Shirone�s attack, he shouted.

�One!�

Smack! A satisfying sound spread through the training ground.

To Shirone, it sounded like the footsteps of a lion strangling someone�s neck.

He transformed the fear in his stomach to a loud shout and tried to slash his sword horizontally. JrNovels.com