No one present was unfamiliar with the Dragon Sword.
Rather, unless one was exceptionally ignorant, even children had at least heard its name.
People generally called it the Dragon Sword.
Its true name was Reid.
It was the treasured sword passed down through generations of the Astrea Family, known as the family of Sword Saints. No one but the Sword Saint could draw it.
No, more accurately, if the Dragon Sword Reid was unwilling, not even the Sword Saint could draw it from its sheath.
Only an opponent acknowledged by the Dragon Sword Reid could make it leave its sheath.
Thus, it was a true treasure that possessed a will of its own, wielded immense power, surpassed every weapon in this world, and stood above all legends.
Legend had it that the first Sword Saint had used it to defeat the Divine Dragon.
Legend had it that, long ago, when the kingdom faced calamity, its power had slain every enemy and saved the nation.
There was even a legend that this sword could absorb an enemy's blood and grow ever stronger.
None of those legends had ever been confirmed. They were merely rumors passed through streets and alleys.
But one thing was certain.
In this world, there was no weapon that could surpass the Dragon Sword Reid.
That was an acknowledged fact.
Yet at this very moment, this very second, that belief was overturned for the camps of the three Royal Selection candidates led by Emilia, Crusch, and Anastasia.
Watching Reinhard desperately restrain the Dragon Sword at his waist while the Dragon Sword Reid still emitted an utterly terrifying aura, everyone revealed shocked expressions.
There was only one reason.
The pure-white Commanding Sword, which was likewise radiating a terrifying aura under Fang Li's restraint, continuously trembled as though standing on