“I may not be able to do as well as Prince Arnold, but I want to be strong too.”

Fritz stood up and picked up a broom that had been placed in the corner of the water fountain. He held it like a sword and stood at the ready.

“Yah!”

“…”

A snapping sound cut through the sky.

Rishe, who was wrapped in a mysterious upset, looked up when she heard it.

“Fritz, you’d better put more force to your pinky finger.”

“Huh? Pinky?”

Fritz turned around, keeping his broomstick pointed down.

“When you grip the sword, put the most force around your pinky finger. If you’re right-handed, put more pressure on your left hand. Your right hand should be about half of that.”

“Is half alright?”

“You have to do that much to get both hands to work equally. Don’t put too much pressure on your wrists… Yeah, swing it as is.”

“You mean like this? –Ha!”

The sound of the broom swinging down sounded sharper than before.

Its trajectory, which had been off at an angle earlier, was now properly straight. With this, it would save a lot of the power from being dispersed.

“Wow!”Fritz himself noticed the change in his demeanor.

“Lucius, how did you know this!”

“I just have a bit of sword experience, that’s all. More importantly, you’re awesome! You swallow fast.”

“No, no, no, you’re the amazing one!”

With a twinkle in his eye, Fritz looked at the broom he was clutching.

“But it makes such a difference just to be taught by others! This will make me like Prince Arnold one day.”

“You there.”

At the call, Rishe and Fritz swung around.

There was a man standing there.

“He who wishes to become a knight mustn’t call the royal family that. He should be called His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.”

“Yes, sir! I’m sorry!”

As Fritz bowed, Rishe also stood up and bowed.

“All right, you just need to remember. Both of you, look up.”

Pardoned, Rishe and Fritz raised their heads.

The man was probably in his mid-thirties.His slightly long gray hair was neatly trimmed with hairdressing products. He was cleanly dressed, but had a few shades under his eyes.

Although he was scolding Fritz, the air he exuded was calm.

He definitely was a high-ranking aristocrat from the way he behaved. It was apparent how tall and well-muscled he was even through his clothes.

“It’s wonderful to show respect to the royal family in whatever form they take.”

“Hai, thank you!… Uh, that aside, please pardon me!”

Fritz spoke fearfully.

“By any chance, are you Count Rovine? Our town’s lord…”

“You’re right, I’m the head of the House Rovine.”

“Wow, I knew it!”

Rovine?

Rishe’s eyes widened at the exchange between the man and Fritz.

No way, Count Rudger Larus Rovine! This is the guy that…

Rishe looked up at the man standing in front of her. Then, she cleared her throat with a persistent smile.

— His Royal Highness Arnold slayed as the “Great Sinner,” the great warlord of the Garkhain Kingdom.