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After leaving the city of Valgma, the mercenary squad got on the main road headed for the imperial territory. They opted not to drop by any cities or other territories to make up for the time that was lost while Urich was bedridden. They had already camped for three nights since their departure.
Pahell had been receiving swordsmanship training from Phillion throughout their travels.
“Your Highness, with movements like that, you won’t even be able to defeat me, and I only have a left hand,” Phillion said as he flung his sword. Pahell was gasping for breath in front of him.
“Dammit, why is this sword so heavy!”
Pahell was irritated. He was royalty, after all, so he had received basic training. However, he had only learned with a practice wooden sword, and he even skipped most of the sessions.
‘The prince really asked for training. No one made him do it.’
Phillion grinned with pride and swung his sword with his left hand.
Clank!
Pahell dropped his sword. His hands were covered with blisters.
“I think that’s good for today. You will get used to it in no time.”
Pahell nodded and Phillion sheathed his sword.
“In your opinion, Sir Phillion, how strong is Urich?” Pahell, who was resting with some water in his hand, asked Phillion.
“He is some warrior. He’s not only strong, but his fighting skills are...
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