Startled, the people around the little lord flinched at his sudden shout.

“……”

Only McCarthy remained stoic and indifferent, despite being the target of this animosity.

The little lord continued.

“Fine. A practice sword is too easy for you now, eh? Oi, you there – pass me a real blade.”

The little lord was all too aware that McCarthy was looking down on him from above. He did not realize it at first, but his practice dummy’s skill had undeniably changed somewhere along the way. And the more they sparred with each other and trained in the art of swordsmanship, the more the Learson child could not deny that their roles had been reversed and he had become the toy.

His pride as the successor of a noble County was in shambles; and he felt that he needed to break McCarthy in equal measure.

That was why he drew a real sword.

“Now then, let’s see how long you last against a real blade.”

“My lord! We cannot.”

“Silence! I’ll cut down anyone who interrupts as well!”

The little lord threatened as he gripped the sword and stood in front of McCarthy.

It just so happened that there was no knight that was guiding them at present. The other attendants could not stop the little lord. It was the perfect situation.

The little lord resolved to kill McCarthy here and now.

‘What should I do?’

McCarthy thought as he watched his opponent with a composed, unchanging expression.

In any event, it seemed residing at the Learson County any longer was...