Miss Kureha Clyret, the Sword Saint, had long since reached the level cap—the human limit on this continent, the peak of the fifth tier...
Level 59!
To continue advancing, she had to break through the limit.
But to break through that limit, she either had to follow a Hero or seek out legendary heavenly treasures. Yet Kureha's pride would not allow her to choose either path!
Instead, she continuously drew on her exceptional talent, evolving, refining, and creating her own swordsmanship.
Until, without her level changing, she comprehended an even more powerful form of swordsmanship...
And her strength underwent a dramatic transformation. This was also one of the reasons she had chosen this time to come looking for Bianka and the others.
Flashes of blades and sword shadows kept appearing. When Kureha once again pulled away and stood some distance off, panting heavily, sweat dripped endlessly from her body.
Kureha had no time to care about her sweat-soaked clothes or the sensitive sensation of fabric sliding over her skin. Her eyes remained fixed tensely on the maid before her.
Sure enough, Miss Rita's martial skill was no worse than hers. Her impression from last time had been correct.
And it was not merely because of the holy sword.
"Miss Kureha, can we have a proper talk now?"
Standing opposite Kureha, Rita appeared rather relaxed in comparison. It seemed that no matter what level of battle she faced, Rita could always handle it with ease.
Even against the strongest swordswoman on the continent.
"Same as last time. One final move... If Miss Rita can still block it, then I can only let you do whatever you wish with me."
Seeing Rita's attitude, Kureha could tell that Rita had still been holding back during their previous fight. She understood that it