It was.
"Next."
A beautiful sight.
"Next."
And a satisfying scene as well.
"Next one, please come up."
Every time Luina Berchef's sword danced, Altriark's knights fell like scarecrows.
The spirit that didn't bow even before demons certainly wouldn't bend against mere knights.
The swordsmanship honed in Berchef and blossomed at the Academy was nothing short of sublime.
Already five trainees from the first class had fallen under her sword, and when an Altriark knight stepped forward out of concern, even he had just knelt before her blade.
It meant that Luina's skill had already surpassed the level of a mere student.
If not that, then perhaps the Altriark knights' level was simply inferior.
Of course, they weren't from the Iron Blood, Light Blood, or Noble Blood Knight Orders, but Altriark's knights were certainly not at a level to be dismissed.
It was simply that Luina was exceptional.
