Raymond stepped forward first and proudly patted Reinhardt on the shoulder.
"Welcome back, Reinhardt."
Arthur, however, had no intention of staying calm.
"Brother!" he shouted in excitement as he rushed forward.
A sword was hanging from his waist.
Arthur was now almost ten years old, and compared to the last time Reinhardt had seen him, he had grown quite a lot.
He never skipped training, and his stats were already beginning to approach the threshold of Level 3.
In this world, it was common knowledge that anyone who reached Level 3 by the age of thirteen or fourteen was already considered talented.
Arthur had not even reached ten yet.
It was obvious that he was a genius.
Perhaps in a decade or two, the House of Arcknight might produce another excellent knight.
"Brother, I have been practicing the sword every day! Fight with me!"
Arthur's eyes were practically sparkling with excitement.
Reinhardt smiled helplessly.
