Biyeon looked at San and smiled. She gazed at the young Yekin before returning her attention to San.

“He doesn’t want to talk. He’s thinking that he’ll just cut you down and take the sword. He seems fair-skinned and pretty, but he’s rather thick-headed.”

San licked his lips. He looked Yekin up and down.

“It looks like I made a mistake. I apologize. My question was innocent. It seems that it’s rude to ask someone’s age here, right? However, I don’t think it should be to the point where we clash with swords.”

“What…”

Yekin couldn’t retort and was lost for a moment.

San’s words followed, “Anyway, let me simply answer your question. First, I have no intention of selling this sword to a child like you. Second, I don't even intend to die from the likes of you. Third, using the words you said earlier, ‘Your sword is a waste for the likes of you’, I felt a little bad when I heard this. Can I interpret what you said as an insult to me?”

“Be respectful and polite. You lowly thing!”

Yekin bent his knees and sprung forward towards San. His movements were surprisingly sharp and light.

At the same time, from the joints of his shoulders to his wrists, his arm stretched out with the tip of his sword thrust in a straight line. He was aiming...