On the second day after Seiya joined the Dark Knight Order, Lybia borrowed Shasta's flying dragon and planned to take Seiya back to Rulid Village to see how things were.
There was no helping it. Although she felt this was quite risky, she had promised her younger brother before, so naturally she could not go back on her word.
Lybia had already estimated Seiya's talent and ability as highly as possible. In her view, it would take him at least half a year, if not a year, to surpass her.
And after half a year or a year had passed, the turmoil in Rulid Village would surely have settled down. It would be much safer for them to return then.
But Lybia truly had not expected that she had still underestimated just how monstrous her younger brother was.
When they had argued and fought on the plains before, Seiya had clearly been weaker than her.
Yet how long had it been? Seiya was already able to trade blows with the third-ranked member of the Dark Knight Order.
Had she beaten Seiya before only because he had been in poor condition at the time, and because his weapon had been a broken sword?
Or had Seiya simply grown stronger?
But no matter how talented he was, there had to be a limit, right?
Lybia had not forgotten that when she brought Seiya back to the Dark Empire, he had been unconscious for two whole months.
Could it be... that Seiya's talent was so absurd that he grew stronger even while sleeping and breathing?
Sitting atop the flying dragon, Lybia watched Seiya pack his belongings and could not help sighing repeatedly.
She did not know whether she should be happy or sad about the strength and talent Seiya had displayed.
As his