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I didn’t survive, though.
"A swordmaster?" I asked.
“Yes. The white sheath belongs to the Seraphim, also known as the White Swan. Based on the description, it must be Marquis Leandro von Batyenne.”
“Is he strong?”
Considering I’d been sliced in half right before his eyes, I was trying to get more of a confirmation.
“Marquis Leandro?” Rena mused. “He’s the youngest master from the Blue Lion Knights. If you exclude mages, he’s easily in the top ten, and even with mages included, he’d be in the top thirty.”
Rena tilted her head, clearly skeptical. “Are you sure you saw him? I heard the Blue Lions always cut down any demon they see.”
"..."
I paused, unsure how to respond, as he had indeed cut me down.
“Why are you even asking? He has nothing to do with us,” Rena said, voicing the same question that haunted me.
He's one of the Empire’s Four Swordmasters. Why would someone like that come to a remote F-rank dungeon at the southern edge of the Empire?
In the end, I could only make a half-hearted joke. “Would someone like him come here just because a few adventurers died?”
I hesitated and then finished...
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