y, looking at the door through which the third prince had left.


Glenn slightly lifted the corners of his mouth.

‘Talent, effort and willpower, huh…’

Just by looking at the third prince’s eyes, he could tell what kind of talent he had and what kind of efforts he’d been making.

He must have experienced various things and worked hard from a young age.
However, Glenn knew somebody even better than him.

Raon Zieghart.

Since he knew about Raon’s effort and willpower, he wasn’t convinced with the third prince’s greatness.

“Since you didn’t come here to show off the prince, let’s get to the point.”

The letter in Glenn’s hand burned up.

“You burned it without even taking a look.”

Although the letter was burned up, Duke Tartan’s expression didn’t change.

“There’s no way he would’ve entrusted an important letter to a child.”

“I knew it.”

Duke Tartan knelt and respectfully lowered his head, unlike when he was boasting about the third prince.

“I will convey the words of the king of Owen Kingdom, Lacrosse Albert de Owen the second.”

When he raised his head, his eyes were completely serious.

“The five darknesses have started to move.”


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Reaper Scans

[Translator – Kyangi]

[Proofreader – Harley]

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Raon’s right hand advanced as smoothly as a salmon swimming upstream.

His left foot followed.
His lower body moved as fluently as a deer running through the forest.

It wasn’t fast but smooth, not powerful but abrupt.

The twelve forms of the River Footwork that he was using looked as cheerful and free as a leaf riding the wind.




With a step shaking the ground, he finished training the River Footwork.


Exhaling an excited breath, he raised his head, straightening his back.

‘They are still watching.’

When he looked around, the trainees, who were watching him train, turned in surprise.

Ever since the first day they’d learned the River Footwork, they’d been training while watching him instead of the instructors.

Burren, Runaan, and Martha weren’t exceptions, either.



Burren and Martha snorted upon meeting his eyes and turned around.


Of course, Runaan didn’t avoid his gaze.
Instead, she came closer to him and performed her footwork.
That meant she wanted him to teach her.

“Oh, well.”

Raon shook his head and pointed out what Runaan was lacking in her footwork.

“Young master, can you teach me too?”

Dorian approached him while scratching his belly pocket, showing him his footwork.

“To begin with, your posture is too high.
Get a bit lower…”

When he was pointing out his problems, the door to the training ground opened and Rimmer entered.

‘Why is he here?’

Raon frowned, watching Rimmer trotting in.
It was the first time he came to visit during break time.

“Does everyone know about the Owen Kingdom’s envoy visiting us today?”

“Yes, we do.”

Burren stepped up and responded.
His round eyes looked surprised that Rimmer was visiting during break time.

“They are going to hold a banquet for the envoys this evening.
Since they have knight trainees, those of you who are the same age as them are also allowed to participate.”



The trainees' expressions brightened at the thought of meeting the Owen Kingdom’s knights and becoming acquainted with the knight trainees.


Rimmer shook his head.

“You haven’t even properly acquired the River Footwork yet.
If it were me, I’d be too ashamed to participate, for sure!”


“Th-that is…”

The trainees bit their lips to the unexpected words.

“Ah? Were you planning to participate? But you still have lots of training left to do, right? You haven’t completed the swordsmanship nor the footwork, though?”

He sticked out his face and teased them as he looked through the trainees.

“Da-damn it!”


The trainees lowered their heads, speechless.

“There’s only one person who is qualified to participate.”

Rimmer’s gaze was directed at Raon.

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’m not interested.”

Raon shook his head and picked up his training sword.
His River Footwork was almost perfect, but he still had a long way to go until he could combine it with his swordsmanship.

It wasn’t time for him to make personal connections through a banquet.
It was time to do his best in training.

“That’s a good attitude.”

Rimmer smiled.
He had a satisfied expression, as if saying that he knew it.

“Well, if you really want to go, I’ll allow it.
Does anyone want to?”

Putting his hand on Raon’s shoulder, he looked through the trainees.

He seemed to be asking whether they wanted to go when Raon, the strongest one among them, wanted to keep training.



Martha and Burren turned around and stepped away to train.


Runaan hadn’t been listening to Rimmer from the beginning and had been practicing footwork.

“Well, keep training then.
There will be plenty of banquets to participate in once you get stronger! I’m gonna leave then.”

Rimmer shook his hand as if he were making fun of them and left the training ground.


Raon scratched his chin while watching him leave.
Considering Rimmer’s personality, he would’ve allowed them to participate in a banquet.
It was a bit strange that he had stopped them, instead.

‘What is he thinking about now?’




The splendid lights were shining upon the main building’s banquet hall, instead of the heavy snows.

The third prince of the Owen Kingdom, Greer De Owen, sat at his designated seat while licking his lips.

‘I’m tired.’

His head was spinning from greeting people from Zieghart for hours.
He just wanted to practice his sword, since something like a banquet made him uncomfortable.

The king’s order wasn’t the only reason that he was participating in something he didn’t enjoy.

Zieghart’s sword.

And the swordsmen who practiced that sword.
It was in order to observe them.


The third prince gulped down the drink on the table and frowned.

‘They are certainly amazing warriors.’

The pressures of Zieghart’s warriors were proud and powerful.
Their might didn’t lose to the Owen Kingdom’s knights, which filled him with excitement.


The might of Zieghart’s young swordsmen was completely disappointing.

If it was another house or kingdom, they would’ve been called extremely talented people, but they were a bit lacking to be called the Six King’s trainees.

‘They are even worse than Robert's.’

The head of the southern house Robert, which he’d visited before coming to Zieghart, seemed to have better young swordsmen than them.

“I don’t think I need to look around tomorrow.”

Glenn had allowed him to observe the training, but he didn’t have any reason to visit, considering their levels.

“You look disappointed.”


He hurriedly turned around, hearing a light voice coming from behind.


A red-haired and dark green-eyed elf was smiling, his hands behind his back.

“Do you want to see the real deal?”


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