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It was completely dark outside. The crescent moon in the night sky was bright and clear with few stars.

The silver moonlight shone on the village, which was quiet as most villagers had gone to bed. Nothing could be heard except the occasional barks and the cool breeze from the mountains.

The whole world seemed chilly.

The two men stood in silence on the balcony for several minutes. Eventually, it was Roland who moved away from the grieving atmosphere first. He shook his head slightly and said, "You taught Andonara her sword arts. So, are you a Great Swordsman too? As far as I know, a Great Swordsman doesn't have magic power."

Cage smiled and rubbed his fingers together. Then, a blue flame appeared on his finger.

Roland subconsciously leaned back. He sensed destructive energy from the flame. In terms of quality, it was even better than his two-thousand-degree fireball.