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In a fairly spacious training ground, Noah stood at the center.
He raised his eyes and looked ahead, easily taking in the figures of the three people lined up before him.
Standing opposite Noah were Yuto, Xenovia, and Irina, three members of Gremory's peerage.
Though they were said to be standing in a line, there was some distance between each of them, vaguely forming an encirclement.
And who were they surrounding?
Naturally, Noah.
On closer inspection, Yuto, Xenovia, and Irina all wore grave, serious expressions as they stared intently at Noah, as though facing a formidable enemy.
Each of them held a sword that radiated an unusual aura.
Noah's gaze lingered more on those three swords than on Yuto, Xenovia, and Irina themselves.
Of course, Noah knew exactly what kind of weapons the swords in Yuto, Xenovia, and Irina's hands were.
The sword Xenovia held was the Holy Sword—Durandal—which she had displayed once during the special training in the Underworld over summer break.
It was a Holy Sword capable of cutting through anything when its power was brought to the utmost limit.
Xenovia had not yet fully mastered it. Even after training in the Underworld for a time and using it continuously since then, she still could not completely draw out the Holy Sword's power and reach the realm where nothing could withstand its edge.
However, throughout history, there had only been a handful of people capable of wielding Durandal to that extent.
Therefore, it seemed only natural that Xenovia had yet to fully master Durandal.
Irina likewise held a Holy Sword in her hand.
However,