The training hall was silent.


    All eyes were locked on me as I walked off the dueling stage, my revolver still smoking from the last shot.


    Dante Everworth, one of the **Future Seven Heroes**, was on the ground.


    Defeated.


    By **Lucian von Kaiser**—the so-called *trash noble*.


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    The disbelief was almost **tangible** in the air.


    **"Did that really just happen?"**


    **"Lucian actually won?"**


    **"Dante is a beastkin! His raw strength should’ve crushed him!"**


    I could hear the murmurs, the shifting opinions, the mixture of **fear** and **curiosity** in the gazes directed at me.


    But the person who looked the most surprised?


    **Leonhart Ascarion.**


    The hero of this world sat at the top row of the training hall, watching everything unfold with an unreadable expression.


    Our eyes met for a brief moment.


    I could see it—the slight furrow of his brow, the tension in his shoulders.


    He **didn’t expect this.**


    Neither did Aria von Roselia. She was standing with her arms crossed, watching me carefully.


    **Good.**


    Let them wonder. Let them rethink everything they knew about "Lucian von Kaiser."


    **


    This is just the beginning.**


    **Many more to come**.


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