The weapon Ciel chose from the family treasure vault was the Phantom Rain Sword Javel.

Although Javel was a sword, it could also be wielded like a whip. Its attacks were light yet swift and sharp. As intricate as its features were, mastering it proved challenging. But, in the hands of a true master, it allowed for unpredictable attacks infused with various techniques.

Even to Eugene, Javel's attributes seemed to align perfectly with Ciel. From a young age, Ciel had shown an interest in lightweight and swift swords, delighting in striking down enemies by aiming at their weaknesses with precision.

"You didn't use it in the Coliseum?" Eugene remarked.

"Well, one typically saves their ultimate move, don't they?" Ciel responded with a smirk.

Indeed, Ciel had never drawn Javel in competition. It wasn't a matter of underestimating her opponents, but objectively, she'd never met an adversary worthy enough to warrant the blade's use. Had there been such a foe, Ciel would have imagined it would be someone ranked within the top five.

"We've sparred countless times since our youth," Ciel muttered, drawing the Javel from its scabbard. "When I think about it, I've never managed to wound you," she added.

"Likewise," Eugene replied with a smirk.

"Yeah, but you did that on purpose. You've always won without injuring me,” said Ciel.

While not as often as their bouts at the family manor, Ciel had crossed blades with Eugene numerous times. They had often trained with each other in the snowy plains leading to the Knight March.

A victory? Ciel had none. She had never managed...