<span>“I may not be able to do as well as Prince Arnold, but I want to be strong too.”


    <span>Fritz stood up and picked up a broom that had been ced in the corner of the water fountain. He held it like a sword and stood at the ready.


    <span>“Yah!”


    <span>“…”


    <span>A snapping sound cut through the sky.


    <span>Rishe, who was wrapped in a mysterious upset, looked up when she heard it.


    <span>“Fritz, you’d better put more force to your pinky finger.”


    <span>“Huh? Pinky?”


    <span>Fritz turned around, keeping his broomstick pointed down.


    <span>“When you grip the sword, put the most force around your pinky finger. If you’re right-handed, put more pressure on your left hand. Your right hand should be about half of that.”


    <span>“Is half alright?”


    <span>“You have to do that much to get both hands to work equally. Don’t put too much pressure on your wrists… Yeah, swing it as is.”


    <span>“You mean like this? –Ha!”


    <span>The sound of the broom swinging down sounded sharper than before.


    <span>Its trajectory, which had been off at an angle earlier, was now properly straight. With this, it would save a lot of the power from being dispersed.


    <span>“Wow!”


    <span>Fritz himself noticed the change in his demeanor.


    <span>“Lucius, how did you know this!”


    <span>“I just have a bit of sword experience, that’s all. More importantly, you’re awesome! You swallow fast.”<span>


    <span>“No, no, no, you’re the amazing one!”


    <span>With a twinkle in his eye, Fritz looked at the broom he was clutching.


    <span>“But it makes such a difference just to be taught by others! This will make me like Prince Arnold one day.”


    <span>“You there.”


    <span>At the call, Rishe and Fritz swung around.


    <span>There was a man standing there.


    <span>“He who wishes to be a knight mustn’t call the royal family that. He should be called His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.”


    <span>“Yes, sir! I’m sorry!”


    <span>As Fritz bowed, Rishe also stood up and bowed.


    <span>“All right, you just need to remember. Both of you, look up.”


    <span>Pardoned, Rishe and Fritz raised their heads.


    <span>The man was probably in his mid-thirties.


    <span>His slightly long gray hair was neatly trimmed with hairdressing products. He was cleanly dressed, but had a few shades under his eyes.


    <span>Although he was scolding Fritz, the air he exuded was calm.


    <span>He definitely was a high-ranking aristocrat from the way he behaved. It was apparent how tall and well-muscled he was even through his clothes.


    <span>“It’s wonderful to show respect to the royal family in whatever form they take.”


    <span>“Hai, thank you!… Uh, that aside, please pardon me!”


    <span>Fritz spoke fearfully.


    <span>“By any chance, are you Count Rovine? Our town’s lord…”


    <span>“You’re right, I’m the head of the House Rovine.”


    <span>“Wow, I knew it!”


    <i><span>Rovine?</i>


    <span>Rishe’s eyes widened at the exchange between the man and Fritz.


    <i><span>No way, Count Rudger Larus Rovine! This is the guy that…</i>


    <span>Rishe looked up at the man standing in front of her. Then, she cleared her throat with a persistent smile.


    <i><span>— His Royal Highness Arnold yed as the “Great Sinner,” the great warlord of the Garkhain Kingdom.</i>


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