After separating from Walwiss and Leona, Zich and Lubella arrived at Lubella’s lodging.

Whoosh! Whoosh! They heard swinging sounds. The way the sword sliced through the air sharply indicated the high level of swordsmanship they had, and the sound came from further inside.

“Oh, it’s Mr. Hans,” Lubella said, spotting the person swinging his sword.

Hans wasn’t swinging his sword for a complete round of training. He was the type of person to push himself to his limits when training as Zich instructed him to. Yet, right now, he was lightly swinging his sword to warm his body up. His behavior was a given, considering that a battle could erupt at any moment. However, Zich felt a sense of anger in Hans’ swings.

Lara sat a bit further away from Hans. By the sword lying next to her and the sweat dripping from her face, it was clear that she had also been swinging her sword not long ago. Hans stopped when he spotted Zich.

“Don’t mind us and continue what you were doing. We aren’t here for you.”

“No, I was about to finish up here.” Hans placed his sword back in its sheath. “I see that you are with the Saintess.”

“She was...