Who was the Martial King?
Magnus Draykar.
A man born in the Northern Continent, the sole mid Radiant-ranker in the world—a rank above all others, standing alone at the absolute peak of human power.
He had forged his own Grade 6 sword art, carving a path that no one else had walked in his generation.
The man who had saved the Western Continent in the past.
A legend.
Rank 1.
And he was here, at the Creighton estate.
To meet me.
Alastor Creighton wasn't present to greet him. Neither was Rachel's older sister. That left Rachel to handle the formalities, accompanied by Kaelon—the estate's strongest mage, a High Immortal-rank powerhouse, and the official security measure for anyone who dared step onto Creighton territory.
And, of course, there was me.
And the three other girls who were definitely not going to let me face the most powerful man in the world alone.
We stepped into the elevator, the ride down heavy with tension none of us wanted to acknowledge.
