The moment Irene’s magic rained down, the tide of battle shifted entirely in their favor. The goblins, now not just being defeated but outright slaughtered, began to flee.

Of course…

“Chase them down! Make sure they’re dead!!”

“If we let them live, they’ll come back to haunt us…!”

“Charge!!”

There was no way they could escape from veteran mercenaries, masters of pursuit.

The goblin horde was already as good as annihilated, and Roen’s sword slowly came to a stop.

“Whew, this is exhausting.”

“It would be. You’ve cut down over a thousand of them alone.”

“If I want to keep the cadets from getting hurt, I have to put in the effort.”

“…You do realize you’re a cadet too, right?”

“I’m not exactly in the same position as them, am I?”

“……”

Jack wanted to crack a joke, but he couldn’t even form the words in his mind.

It was no wonder.

Drip. Drip.@@novelbin@@

Only his sword was stained with blood—not a single drop had splattered onto his clothes or body.

The sight alone was overwhelming.

‘Master’s swordplay is becoming more and more refined…’

An overwhelming mastery of the blade, so honed and precise that it was hard to believe he was the same age as the other cadets.

Watching him, it was as if he was merely retracing a path he had already walked before—his swordplay growing ever more polished and lethal.

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