Ravena took a few more steps forward—then stopped.
At the edge of the field, not far from the sparring area, Liona was sitting and watching the training session, clearly amazed that a dirty hoe could be used so effectively in combat.
Ravena narrowed her eyes, then turned to Mae.
"…That maid," she said coldly. "Does she belong to the Young Master?"
Mae followed her gaze and gave a small nod.
Ravena clicked her tongue softly.
"Fine. We'll speak with her."
Without waiting for consent, Ravena headed toward Liona, pulling Mae along with her.
Meanwhile—
CLANG—
The hoe and the claymore collided violently.
Lucas stepped back half a step, bracing against the vibration running up his arms. His breathing was slightly heavy, but his eyes remained sharp.
Silvara rolled her wrist and gave a crooked smile.
"Hm… it seems the Baroness's talent truly flows within the body you now inhabit."
Lucas let out a short laugh.
"Talent?" he said, lifting the hoe again. "What talent?"
