As far as Irene knew, Ian was the best teacher.

  It wasn’t just him. He would be everyone's answer.

  He wasn’t just the owner of Krono, the best swordsmanship school, but he was also the best swordsman on the continent.

  However…


  ‘Someone better than the schoolmaster? Who can that be?’


  Not a single person could answer it.

  It was then, Keira Finn, who had been silent, shouted.

  “What? Are you talking about that crazy bastard? No. Not him!”


  She raised her tone, and she was frowning. Anyone would be confused if they saw that.

  Who was that person, and why was this woman reacting like that?

  It was her story and the story of the person she loved the most.

  It was something she could say because of the bitter experiences she had and because of the sweet fruits she had.

  “Don’t let yourself drown. Grow up more. Get up and move, as you always did.”


  “… yes, ma’am.”


  For Lance, who still couldn’t stop crying, Keira Finn quietly stepped away.