"So, want to learn it?"
Princess Felicia grins—fangs glinting, eyes still ablaze from the high of combat. Her expression is wild, feral, and absolutely radiant in the aftermath of carnage.
And of course—
"YES! YES!!" I practically scream.
There's no hesitation. None at all.
After witnessing that madness… that beauty… that unchained destruction—how could I not fall completely in love with her sword style?
However—
"Well, you'll need to master the first style first," she adds far too casually, brushing gore from her cheek like it's nothing.
And just like that, my excitement dips.
Just a little.
"Right… Di Ventaria Sword Waltz…" I murmur, trying my best to keep the disappointment out of my voice.
Haah…
Yeah, it makes sense. Of course it does. Chaos Tempest didn't come out of nowhere. It was built—forged on top of something solid.
And that foundation… is the Di Ventaria Sword Style.
Which means—
If I want to reach the storm…
I have to learn the waltz first.