Grinding Monsters?

Brando knew there was no need to watch any further the moment he saw the Eluin Royal Family's White Crow Swordplay. He could be certain that, at his age, it was impossible for anyone in the palace to have taught the Little Prince this swordplay. Haruze had obviously learned it by secretly watching someone somewhere, and from his clumsy movements, Brando could tell at a glance that this was his first attempt at using it.

That pure, silver-like moonlight had explained everything.

Apart from the Chosen One, Brando could think of no other possibility that could explain the scene before him. The article on the forums had actually been true—and not only was he an Awakened One, he might also be an Awakened One gifted in both magic and swordsmanship.

He closed his mouth and let out a long breath inwardly. Only now did he finally understand that the Little Prince's only future enemy might well be himself. If one day he could overcome his fear of himself and step out from under the shadow of Crown Princess Griffine,

then he might very well become an even greater hero than Former King Eck.

But now, he was also his student. No teacher could see their student excel and remain dissatisfied, and Brando could not help smiling faintly.

"Mr. Brando, I'm running out of mana." Hypamira's voice rang out at that moment.

Brando turned around. The priestess was already drenched in sweat. He immediately asked Charles, "How much longer?"

Charles looked at him solemnly, seeming hesitant to speak.

"Is there still not enough time?" Brando frowned.

"No, no, it has been ready for quite some time." The young wizard wore a strange expression. "It's just that I saw you were having so much fun training that little fellow, Lord, so I