Molten Core River (1)

Three years later…

In the morning.

Within the training ground of the mansion.

Angele held a longsword tight in his right hand; he was training his sword skill combos. He looked more like a normal swordsman at the moment.

His sword skills were simple but effective.

Liv and a red-haired man were standing on the side watching Angele’s performance with smiles on their faces.

"Angele's sword skills don't look complicated but every movement of his seems to aim to dispatch his opponent. I'm not sure if he learned such a combo from a strong Grand Knight." The red-haired man nodded slightly.

"You are right, master Seth," Liv responded politely. "I'm not sure if master Angele has learned to wield a sword from a Grand Knight, but it is possible for him to win in a sword fight against me." She decided not to mention that she had already lost to him once.

"I actually helped him improve his skill combos," she added.