Mordred and the Android

"Phew~ I passed."

Mordred emerged from the training hall with a crimson greatsword in his arms. After closing the door, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

Facing Leon's test, he had thought there would be some sort of academic examination afterward. He was no good at those messy, complicated subjects.

Fortunately, his father was understanding. The test had consisted of only one thing—martial skill. All he had needed to do was fight his father once, which greatly relieved him. At the very least, he would not embarrass himself in front of his father.

Mordred drew the greatsword and gave it a few swings to get a feel for it. It felt smooth and refined in his hands, and using it...