Reborn as the Last van Ambrose

The Empress's departure was quick. Silence... that's all there was for a few minutes. Grim stared at the chest. Trying to process all the information.

"Is she always going sneak arpund like that?" he asked.

A smile came from Rowan's face. "The Empress has a talent for making timely apperances."

"Creepy is what it is," Grim muttered, then gestured to the chest. "So what now? Do I start learning these techniques right away?"

Rowan shook his head. "First, we need to organize the scrolls and determine a proper training sequence. Caius was... eccentric in his teaching methods."

"You mean he was a mess," Grim said, remembering the boastful, rambling tone of the letter.

"I wouldn't quite phrase it hat way, but yes." Rowan knelt beside the chest and began carefully removing scrolls. "My grandfather was brilliant but disorganized. He created techniques faster than he could properly document them."

Grim sat cross-legged beside his father, examining the collection. Each scroll had a small label attached—some in the same bold handwriting as the letter, others in neater, more precise script that Grim assumed belonged to later family members who had organized the techniques.

"What about these?" Grim pointed to the two swords next time the chest.

"Ah," Rowan's expression grew solemn. "Those are Sunfire and Luna, your great-grandfather's personal weapons."

Grim approached the swords. The first was a straight-bladed longsword with a golden hilt. The second was a slightly curved blade with a silver hilt decorated with crescent moon.