“Phew.”


  Lloyd family’s training ground.

  Airn Pareira, who was training his sword, as usual, took a deep breath. And it wasn’t because of the warmer weather that he did this.

  Even in midsummer when it was hotter than this, at the age of 15, when his strength was worse than it was now, he would still wield the sword till he collapsed from exhaustion.

  The reason he sighed was because of the frustration within him, which still wasn’t resolved.

  He didn’t think that he would suddenly realize something, but it was because of the conversation he had with Bratt.

  At first, Airn didn’t even know what it was.

  It felt like something was lacking in him, something that made him distracted… an abstract feeling he couldn’t pinpoint.

  It was absurd to ask someone for advice when he couldn’t even understand the problem himself.

  ‘I have to think about it slowly.’


  At the same time,

  Airn and Lord Lloyd were walking out of the mansion through the city.

  They were passing through the well-maintained streets and through the square.

  The people they passed all had smiles on their faces, and they arrived at a dark and uncomfortable place that Airn couldn't have imagined.

  The slums of the Lloyd estate.