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The year sped by swiftly.
The Grand Duke of Helmuth, the Blade of Incarceration, Gavid Lindman, had sent a personal letter to the Lionheart mansion shortly after his meeting with Eugene. The letter detailed the exact date, location, and manner of the duel set for a year later. It also assured that Eugene Lionheart’s disappearance was solely for intensive personal training and that he had in no way harmed his opponent, the Hero destined for the duel. He had sworn on it.
Gavid had no choice but to write such a letter.
Eugene had vanished from the world after last being seen at Alcarte Cathedral. Although he had hastily scribbled a letter, the unilateral nature of its contents made it difficult to discern his intentions. Consequently, suspicion unavoidably pointed towards Gavid in regard to Eugene’s disappearance.
“One year.” Ciel furrowed her brows deeply as she uttered, “It’s almost the agreed day for the duel, so what in the world happened…?”
Her breath fogged in the air with each word — a biting cold. This chill was not from Kiehl’s winter. Ciel was at a training base in Lehainjar, where the Knight March had taken place years ago.
“It’s not like he ran away.”
Though Cyan replied thus, he couldn’t stop his expression from contorting.
In this vast world, there were far more fools unaware of who Hamel, or rather Eugene, was than Cyan and Ciel could have imagined.
“Did I say otherwise? There’s no way he ran away,” said Ciel.
She glared at Cyan, her eyes intense.
“When did I ever say he ran away? I said he didn’t.” Cyan hastily defended himself.
He returned the glare with equal intensity. The charged...
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