A few months before Airn Pareira received an invitation from the Holy Kingdom.

  Judith, who was staying with Khun, was focusing on training as usual.

  No, it wasn’t just that.

  Her body was wielding the sword like it had become a habit, but her head was filled with thoughts of Bratt Lloyd, who would soon arrive.

  ‘This jerk, just what… Why is he taking so long to prepare?’


  It was weird.

  Not long after she thought he had surpassed her, he suffered a defeat in her hands.

  When she thought about it, feeling irritated made sense, but she wasn’t feeling bad.

  ‘If you lose again, I’ll kill you. The next time…make sure to win… and I will give you anything you want.’


  That was what was in the letter she wrote to support him.

  He looked at her with an expressionless face which slowly changed into a stern one that didn’t seem to like what she had just said.

  Looking at her for some time, he said.

  “Then you should have won.”


  “Fu… ck…”


  Judith’s face turned redder than her dress.