'Is he telling me to imitate him?' Alex thought, furrowing his brows. He stood up, unsheathing Durendal as it made a faint "Klang" sound. His surroundings were dead silent, and only Roland's body stood before him.
His presence was nowhere to be seen.
'Is it a soul remnant?' Alex thought, shifting his attention towards the Frankish Knight. His expression was indifferent, and not a single emotion lay in his eyes. His body was stiff, contradicting his fluid movements a few seconds ago.
However, his gaze still followed Alex's body, as if in thought.
'To imitate his moves, I need to pursue a whole different sword style… perhaps I can incorporate it into [Combustion Blade]...' Alex thought, cracking a greedy smile. He racked his brain, trying to remember the movements Roland had performed.
A few seconds passed, and Alex took off.