The Mad Dog of the Duke's Estate

Halo let out a small sigh as he watched the moons fall in the distance, thinking, So he's not even trying to hide it anymore. Updates are released by NoveI~Fire.net

The bloodline of the Ducal Family of Leston had no connection to the moon. That symbol belonged to the Imperial Guards, who were sworn to serve the emperor, the sun.

And now, the Imperial Guards dispatched with the expedition were beginning to stir.

Halo wondered if anyone could really call that swordsmanship.

After a moment of thought, he shook his head then remarked, "He seems more like a mage than a knight now. Don't you agree, Zerath?"

"I heard he received personal instruction from you, my lord," Zerath replied.

"Yes, I did instruct him. Though... Can you even call it instruction? Do you know what that brat said to me while testing out that technique?" Halo asked.

"...No, I do not," Zerath answered.

"He said, 'Sufficiently refined swordsmanship is indistinguishable from magic.' That's the nonsense he spouted," Halo snapped.

His words were gruff, but his face betrayed a hint of pride.

Zerath, who had served him for a long time, recognized the subtle change in expression with ease. He wasn't sure when, but the way Halo looked at Caron had shifted.

At first, it was the fond gaze of a grandfather watching an admirable grandson. But now... it was different. A friend. Yes, Halo now looked at him as if he were a friend.