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The Iron-Blooded Lord's laughter, which had started as a mere whisper, gradually grew louder.
For the first time, I realized that this stoic, cold man could actually laugh so hard.
Yet, the louder his laughter grew, the more sinister it became. It struck me that this was the kind of laughter befitting the head of the Badniker family.
"Luan Badniker," the Iron-Blooded Lord called out, his voice laced with amusement.
He paused briefly before walking over to the table and sitting down again. "You're right. The swordsmanship I just demonstrated is still incomplete. There are many aspects that need refinement."
"I see," I replied.
"It is remarkable. I've demonstrated this swordsmanship to three people, yet you only noticed its imperfections," he remarked, crossing his legs and glancing at Heero and Nero.
"Heero, Nero," he called.
"Yes," they answered in unison.
"I don't think your insight is inferior to Luan's. Still, only Luan was able to pinpoint the flaws you overlooked. Why do you think that is?" he asked, his gaze shifting between them.
The two pondered for a moment before shaking their heads.
"I don't know," Heero admitted.
"Me neither," Nero echoed.
"It is because you deify me too much," the Iron-Blooded...
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