What If I Refuse to Explain?

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An invisible pressure spread through the Throne Room, making Luna feel as though her breathing had seized up. It was as if she had been thrown into the depths of the sea, like a drowning person who had struggled futilely for far too long and was on the verge of death. She collapsed on the spot.

As an ordinary person, facing such crushing pressure, it would not have been strange for her to break down under it or even die on the spot.

"Luna!"

Liz's expression changed, and she hurriedly caught the unconscious Luna in her arms.

"Hmm?"

Eulalie, meanwhile, wore a baffled expression. Even under such immense pressure, she remained as carefree as usual.

Only Riezel's eyes turned slightly cold. Without saying anything, he slowly turned around and looked toward the source of the pressure.

There, a figure had appeared in the Throne Room at some point.

At first glance, he was utterly inconspicuous. If one ignored the overwhelming pressure he exuded, he would seem like nothing more than a frail old man with one foot already in the grave.

The old man was extremely advanced in age, older than anyone Riezel had ever seen. His hair had all fallen out, not a single eyebrow remained, and the wrinkles on his face were numerous enough to astonish anyone. His clothes were also plain and shabby to the extreme. If not for the old sword hanging at his waist and the sharp glint in his eyes, anyone would have taken him for some ancient ancestor who could pass away at any moment.

That was what made it so unbelievable.

At such an age, even the strongest Swordsman should have been unable to return to the battlefield.

Swordsmen were human too. Even if they trained to the Sword Saint level,