The training field behind the castle seemed to have stopped being an ordinary practice area and turned into an ancient war barracks ever since Sapphire returned to her true self. There were no unnecessary shouts, no spectacle, none of that exaggerated violence some people confused with discipline. What existed was worse. There was method. Sapphire stood at the center of the arena with a long spear in one hand, her posture too straight, her gaze too cold, and her patience far too short for any mistake Katharina might make.
