Charlotte Meklen had crossed into the Fars Empire, seeking only to become a civil servant in a different continent. She wasn't a combatant... But who would have thought that even clerical staff would end up on the battlefield!
Charles didn't even plan to introduce himself, his rapier trembling in his hand, the sword light like a dazzling stream of light, enveloping the brave gentleman completely.
Jorance was horrified. Unlike Charles, he had never been on a battlefield, nor was he a gifted genius like Julian, Krel, or Ebner, who were either intermediate or high-level Transcendents. Facing Charles's legendary swordsmanship, as he had only half drawn his longsword, his glamorous suit was pierced with sixteen or seventeen holes.
Charles pierced only the suit and did not harm Jorance's skin at all. Such swordsmanship was considered shocking and extraordinary; many expensive knights might not be able to achieve it.
Jorance finally drew his rapier completely, but Charles had already sheathed his sword and stepped back. He looked down at the holes in his suit and said softly, "Do I not even qualify to draw a sword for Miss Menilman?"