Self-Consistent Logic

List and Michel looked as if they were asking, "Are you messing with us?"

They had even thought their elder brother was joking with them. After all, what Transcendent Knights? Wasn't that utter nonsense?

But Old Knight Burdett was clearly not joking.

He reached out and grabbed the Knight's Training Sword. It was thick, heavy, and clumsy.

Burdett lifted it one-handed, weighing it in his hand as though he found it a little too light.

Then a milky white glow emerged from his hand, and he flicked his wrist.

Boom!

The Knight's Sword shot out like it had been fitted with an accelerator, roaring through the air for dozens of meters. Its momentum did not diminish as it pierced through the sword target and slammed viciously into the surrounding wall.

Then, amid a series of cracking sounds, the wall split apart before a section of it collapsed with a rumble.

List and Michel, who had refused to believe it until now, stood dumbfounded, both wondering whether they were dreaming.

Elf reacted faster than they did. She immediately broke into a run and hurried over to inspect the damage caused by the Knight's Sword.

A few minutes later, she ran back with an excited look on her face. "That's incredible! It looks like it was blasted by an Infantry Cannon. That's amazing!"

Having witnessed a Transcendent Knight, she felt as though her entire being were boiling, as if she had glimpsed the truth of the world.

"So... Transcendent Power really exists." Elf was clearly the sort to change her tune at once. Her attitude shifted instantly as she pleaded, "Uncle Burdett, please teach me how to cultivate. I can definitely become a Transcendent Knight."

The novels she had read in the past flashed through Elf's mind one by one, and she