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At the d'Armand Household
Training Grounds
Around 4:00 PM, just before sunset
The clang of steel echoed across the training field as the golden rays of the setting sun bathed the yard in a warm glow. Mereoleona d'Armand, the first daughter of the d'Armand family and a proud knight-in-training, stood in the center of the field, her uniform drenched in sweat, her breath steady but sharp.
–Shuush!
Her hands gripped her sword tightly, movements precise and fluid. Sweat dripped from her brow, but her amber eyes were laser-focused—burning with the kind of intensity that dared anyone to interrupt her.
Watching from a respectful distance stood her personal maid, Lilian, dutiful and composed, as always. She held a clean towel in her arms and observed her lady's solo training session in silence, like she had done countless times before.
Then, a familiar voice called out, breaking the focused atmosphere.
"Mereoleona."
