That day, Hilde entered the realm of an advanced swordswoman once more.
Linus nodded repeatedly.
Was this what it meant to be a genius? As long as they found the right method, their rate of improvement was always unbelievable.
Even...
Even if they did not find the right method and trained crookedly, they could still achieve something.
Hilde's physical strength had already been astonishing, enough to rival an advanced swordswoman.
Now, she had gained the enhancement of battle aura as well.
In terms of raw stats, she was completely maxed out.
"Isolte, have you sparred with Hilde before?" Linus asked.
"Once, but neither of us went all out."
Isolte's eyes burned brightly. During their spar the other day, Hilde had only just begun to grasp battle aura, and Isolte herself had not given it her all.
She also wanted to know whether Hilde had now surpassed her.
"Have another match. Use real swords. I'll cover you."
Linus allowed them both to go all out and show their true abilities.
At a critical moment, he would intervene to prevent any accidents.
"Yes."
Hilde and Isolte each took a real sword, separated by some distance, and faced one another.
Hilde's previous sword had been a birthday present Paul gave her when she turned five—a common iron sword.
It had now shattered during the young lady kidnapping incident.
There was no helping it. It had only been an ordinary iron sword. No matter how well it was maintained, it was difficult for it to endure repeated high-intensity battles. Especially near the end of that battle, Hilde had been utterly exhausted, and her swordsmanship could barely even be called swordsmanship anymore. She had relied entirely on brute force. It would have been stranger if the sword had not broken.
That sword had now split