Rolint actually froze.
Everyone around him held their breath.
The sword he saw no longer seemed like a sword. It reflected his family, his ideals, and the great kingdom he had dreamed of seeing.
Amid the chaos of his thoughts, he firmly gripped the hilt.
At that moment, his whole body suddenly trembled. He widened his eyes and jerked his head up. "My lord, this sword..."
Brando nodded at him.
At that moment, all hesitation seemed to vanish from Rolint's heart. His face seemed to take on a sacred and solemn hue.
The three Dragon Knights had already charged up to them, and one of them had stepped in front of Brando. The Dragon Knights did not recognize Rolint, but even if they had, he was holding a weapon.
It was an ordinary-looking longsword.
The three of them simultaneously pointed their halberds at Rolint, but he merely sealed off their path with a single sword strike, attacking instead of defending. The Dragon Knights were shocked. Is this guy insane? Their halberds clearly held the advantage in such a desperate exchange.
But in the next moment, they stabbed nothing but air.
Rолint's figure remained where it was, and the halberds had already pierced through his body, yet they felt no impact against anything solid. An afterimage? The Dragon Knights had never expected to encounter such advanced swordsmanship from an unknown opponent, but suddenly, one of them let out a scream.
A terrifying gash had appeared across the Dragon Knight's chest, and blood gushed out. Under his horrified, disbelieving gaze, the longsword in Rolint's afterimage pierced through his heart.
This was—
"Wind Empress Nine Luminaries."
Little Montoro was nearly scared witless. Ever since Count Tonigell had become famous throughout the world, his swordsmanship had gradually become known to everyone as well. Of