Secret of the Sword [1]

Ser Damian was the first to draw his weapon.

The sharp, metallic ring of steel sliding out of its leather sheath echoed through the vast training hall.

Without a moment of hesitation, he stepped forward, his eyes burning with fierce determination.

He had no intention of disobeying his lord's command.

Having just been granted the miraculous title of First Dragonknight and a second chance at life for both himself and his little sister, Damian knew his purpose clearly.

He needed to be a blade, and a true blade must follow the absolute will of its wielder without hesitation or doubt.

"Good," Craig noted, seeing the raw zeal and loyalty shining in Damian's eyes.

The young Viscount nodded approvingly with a subtle smile.

Seeing the newcomer's immediate readiness, Ser Hughway followed suit.

The veteran knight drew his own longsword with a practiced, fluid motion, stepping into the ring alongside the younger warrior.