I raised my hand, signaling my guards to stop. Then, I walked up a hill. The higher I climbed, my ears could hear loud shouts.
I stopped at the top of that hill, watching Velvet practicing various thrusts with Nate's new sword. That thing reminds me of futuristic weapons in a science fiction film franchise. Instead of metal, the blade part of the sword was formed from something like condensed orange light. According to Nate, it was the heat from Velvet's dragon power. The former prophet controlled it with the help of that device.
Something extraordinary, indeed.
That woman kept moving her blade so intensely. There are no more beautiful motions like dance sequences as usual.
She did this more to vent her anger than to actually practice it.
"Heeaahh!!!" She jumped up with the last stab, then looked at me.
I give a smile. "Good afternoon, my love."
"My lord." She switched off her sword and bowed. Her breath was so heavy, and her sweat was dripping to the ground.