A group of people left the room and headed to the training hall.

  The bald old man who made the proposal was at the forefront, followed by Airn and his party, and finally, Julius, along with Ignet, followed.

  It was weird.

  After Airn had decisively come into this part of the world, he knew that such things were obviously going to happen.

  ‘A Proof of skills…’


  He remembered the old days when he had displayed his skills to receive his mercenary badge.

  And also the time he went to Partizan, and competed against Jet Frost and more.

  And the many gladiator battles he did in Eisenmarkt.

  Other than that, there were a lot more things. Where people came onto him thinking he was weak. Probably because of his meek-looking appearance and maybe his young appearance too played a part.

  ‘These people are different.’


  A finished flame.

  No, seeing Airn wrapped around the flames from the sword, the former Red Knights commander paused for a moment.

  A situation in which an attack is likely to start even with the slightest trigger.

  And he said with a calm face,

  “I lost.”