On the training ground in the northern hall of the royal palace, the scorching sun burned the bluestone ground.
Sweat glistened on the silver-haired boy's bare upper body, and the long sword in his hand cut through the heat waves, every slash stirring up a fierce whistling sound through the air.
At the edge of the ground, eight young knights stood shoulder to shoulder, their armor flashing with silver light in the sunlight, respectful expressions on their faces.
Suddenly, a series of footsteps echoed, but the silver-haired boy did not become distracted, continuing to swing his sword until all one hundred and thirty-six standard movements were completed before finally stopping.
Tossing the long sword to the guardian knight beside him, the silver-haired boy walked over in two strides, approaching the soul intent high-level knight who had been waiting for a moment.
When the silver-haired boy drew near, the soul intent high-level knight took the initiative to salute and said, "Good afternoon, Your Highness Valient."
The silver-haired boy raised his hands slightly to support the other man and help him up, then immediately asked, "Captain Moen, His Majesty sent you to find me. Is there something important?"
The soul intent high-level knight straightened up and replied with a calm expression, "I only know it is related to the West River Province. As for the rest, Your Highness will only find out after meeting with His Majesty."
"Thank you for letting me know, Captain Moen."
The silver-haired boy lowered his head in thanks, then took the upper garment handed over by the guardian knight. Once dressed properly, he walked toward the Royal Palace Main Hall.
The eight young knights standing on the right side of the training ground saw this and quickly followed.
Watching the silver-haired boy's back, a trace of unusual