How long had it been since I needed to fight seriously?
Six months or maybe more?
The last time I fought was against Ragnar.
I felt powerless.
I don't really want to admit it, but fighting Ragnar showed me how weak I am.
So weak I couldn't even save the one girl that really loved me.
I let out a tired sigh, pushing down my anxiety.
Now isn't the time to doubt myself.
'Fourteen, someLowOverlordandsomemiddle?'
I adjusted the grip on my katana as I looked around me.
The place was narrow with six pillars supporting the structure, not enough for a full-blown battle.
'Annoyingbutmanageable.'
In the group of seven, those soldiers from Solace Kingdom had flanked me from either side.
Gone were their normal swords, replaced by unique weapons—axe, spear, chain, shield—.
An uncomfortable feeling surged through my body as I felt their killing intent.
They all had a aura of predators around them, as if ready to shred me into pieces.
