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Next to the pavilion in the garden of the Fransel family's manor house.

Reiger, who was practicing with his sword here, suddenly received a message from the butler.

"Someone wants to see me?"

Reiger furrowed his brows but did not allow it to disrupt his rhythm, maintaining steady breathing, exhaling as he wielded his sword.

"Yes, yes."

The butler watched Reiger, who was creating gusts of wind in the courtyard with a wooden sword, sounding like a tornado and exuding a fearsome aura, and involuntarily swallowed his saliva.

"Do not see them." Reiger continued to practice, his voice unfluctuating, "Just say I am honing my sword skills and am unavailable."

Speaking, Reiger turned his wooden sword and with a forceful chop, a blasting gust of wind arose from the trajectory of the strike, blowing all the surrounding sand and dust away.

This ferocious chop, having not actually struck anything, inexplicably left a deep mark on the ground.

"Gulp..."