Swordsmanship mentor?
The empress raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming with suspicion.
Alaric was the foremost sword master she had ever seen in her life. His skills in swordsmanship had eclipsed those of the experts in her generation. Why would someone like him take on a swordsmanship instructor?
Bai Seol-hwa was similarly confused. She had witnessed Alaric's sword techniques firsthand.
"So it's Lord Bellator. Your skills with the sword must be impressive for my son to take you as his mentor. I am Lucas Silversword. It's an honor to meet you." Lucas approached him with a light smile and extended his hand for a handshake.
Normally, Bellator wouldn't even bother to chat with someone like Lucas, but he decided to give him face for Alaric's sake.
"The honor is mine, my lord."
Lucas studied the man before him and the first thing he noticed was Bellator's undeniable dignity. It almost felt like he was facing the Astanian Emperor.
