713. Master of Balancing

"Multiple spaces, Dragon Cliff Dungeon—so that's how it is." Duke Lorenzo sat in his chair and, after listening to Fifteen's account, replied, "I'll make the appropriate preparations."

"But who was it that saved you in the end?" Unfortunately, neither of them could find the answer to that question.

At last, Lorenzo rose to his feet. His gaze fell on Fifteen's leather armor, which was covered in claw marks, and he reached out to pat Fifteen on the shoulder.

"Everyone is short-handed these days. You've worked hard, running all over the place."

"But don't push yourself too far. Us old fellows are still here."

He paused, looking into Fifteen's eyes, his tone turning a little more serious. "You are the disciple Elwin values. One day, you will surely inherit the name of Sword Saint, so you must live well all the more!"

Fifteen did not offer any modest denial. Instead, he nodded. "I won't disappoint my master."

Between life and death this time, he had indeed felt his swordsmanship improve once again.

When he walked out of the main keep, dusk was deepening.

Sensing something, Fifteen raised his head.

At the top of the fortress, a small, round figure stood on the battlements, four swords longer than its body slanting across its back.

Fourteen of the Mushroom Race, the only Puji who used swords, stood atop the fortress.

When it saw Fifteen looking over, it turned and vanished from sight.

Confusion appeared on Fifteen's face. He always felt that this Fourteen paid him particular attention.

Was it because they both used swords?

Or had that last match, the one they had never finished, stayed on its mind until now?

He was not against having another match.

Exchanging blows with an opponent like that, even if they only tested each other for