In the heavy atmosphere, John Drew gulped.

  Now he knew. Why the guards posted near the gates of the estate and the mansion didn’t show such a huge reaction to them.

  Why they looked at Jet Frost like he was just another ordinary man.

  ‘If they have seen so many Masters, then this is expected. Ah, no.’


  It wasn’t just that. From the moment he first set foot in the mansion, he was amazed.

  Ilya Lindsay and Bratt Lloyd, who had recently reached Master level. They were both young…so young that they couldn’t be called experienced adults.

  Even Ian, one of the 3 great swordsmen on the continent, reached Master at the age of 25, so if one thought about it like that, then these two young people were even more talented than Ian.

  ‘Even Masters have no choice but to look up to them… they are geniuses on a different level.’


  Such great people were here in a lesser-known territory?

  However, that wasn’t the end.

  The great warrior Karakum put down his weapon while calming his excitement, and looked at Airn.

  Ian smiled and sheathed his sword, and Khun just followed.

  At the peace which had finally arrived, John Drew, who was quietly observing the situation, thought.

  ‘I’m afraid… it looks like…’


  His eyes were full of envy.

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