At last, the Uncrowned Emperor's den of debauchery slowly shed its pitiful, disgraceful state, transforming into a proper sword training ground.
Under Moon's strict command .. who had forced them to clean without mercy ..the three of them finished far sooner than expected.
Standing off to the side, sweeping half-heartedly, Ethan cast occasional glances toward the old man, Asterion, and his granddaughter, Moon.
The latter kept shouting at him relentlessly—like a scolding mother.
Watching them, astonished by Moon's sheer boldness toward her own grandfather, Ethan found himself growing more and more bewildered.
'Is this truly the Uncrowned Emperor I know…? He has no dignity… no presence, no charisma… he can't even present himself as a proper knight…'
Ethan let out a quiet sigh, stunned by the contrast between this drunken old man and the terrifying warrior who had once made him experience hell itself.
He knew Asterion .. the peerless swordsman of Midgard.
