Chapter 394: Bread and Dagger (92)
I frantically straightened my clothes the moment I realized who stood before me.
This was someone I had to show respect to, even if I was a patient. After all, sitting right in front of me was none other than the Sword Duke—one of the continent’s only three Masters and the Emperor’s own uncle.
The Empire’s Sword Duke.
His real name didn’t matter much. Everyone simply called him ‘Sword Duke’ and he himself probably knew well that he could never return to his former life.
This was how extraordinary the realm of ‘Master’ was.
It didn’t matter whether one had lived for decades or centuries. The moment one ascends to Master, they experience an evolution that entirely uproots their previous existence.
This was neither a joke nor a metaphor.
Their entire body is literally reconstructed A Master’s body, born through this process, defied common sense.
They were beings who could even control aging at will; one might even wonder if they could be classified as ‘human’ anymore.
For that reason, all Masters discarded their old names.
They assume a new title in their stead—the glorious name bestowed upon them by all the people of the continent.