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Swoosh—!!
The sound of blades cutting through the cold night air echoed in the early hours when everyone was still asleep.
"Huff..."
His entire body, including the hand gripping the sword, was drenched in sweat as though it were raining. Steam rose from his shoulders, not just a sign of the intense physical exertion, but also hinting at the fire burning fiercely within him.
"Seems like you can move well now, huh?” someone remarked from the darkness, watching him.
"..."
Randol planted the sword, the Liberated Flame, into the ground and looked at Miliana. It had been ten days since she saved him. Most people would still be bedridden, but he was already wielding a sword.
Impressive. Not just his physical abilities, but even the mana he exudes is at a different level. Only a few imperial knights can condense such dense magic.
Even if she didn’t show it, Miliana couldn’t help admiring Randol.
Wasn't he adopted by Kuwell MacGovern? Of course... The eyes of a Sword Master don't lie. Even without MacGovern blood, his skills are remarkable.
Weapons made from Clear Distilled Water were naturally far superior to those with ordinary enchantments, but they were also much more challenging to wield. The Liberated Flame, a weapon registered in the imperial records, had never been claimed by anyone because of how difficult it was to handle.
Miliana’s eyes sparkled as she watched the sword's flames, dancing...
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