No matter how excellent a sword was, if the person’s skills didn’t match it, there was a limit to the force that the sword could bring out. Moreover, the sword would wield the swordsman rather than the swordsman wielding the sword. However, she couldn’t see a trace of that in Hans’ battle. 

“Even if the sword is excellent, if the wielder doesn’t have the skills, then there’s no point. But it didn’t seem like you were completely overtaken by your sword’s ability.”

“Thank you for your words. My first goal is to reach a level of skill that matches this sword.” Hans smiled innocently. He was not only skilled but humble—it was a combination of traits that Browning liked. 

“Then, do you have another goal?”

“It’s to become a hero,” Hans answered. Before, he had been too embarrassed to say these words out loud; but now, he said them confidently because of his experiences and more developed skills. Estellade had chosen him as its owner, and even though he considered himself as Zich’s lackey, Violuwin had titled him as a hero. Most of all, Zich had acknowledged his dream. Hans didn’t plan on going out of his way to tell people his dream, but he was now at a level where he didn’t have to hesitate...