"Having fun yet?"
Alice stared at me, her lips parting in surprise.
Then she laughed.
"Hahah....!"
A full, genuine laugh—soft but clear, breaking the tension like sunlight through storm clouds.
"…You're not bad," she said, adjusting her grip again. "Let's go one more round."
She said that while gripping her rapier tightly—and let me tell you, that rapier wasn't just any weapon you'd find in the Draken family's storage room.
That was Valkrath—the first Draken sword she pulled out from the underground vault.
It was originally a broadsword, but it could shift its form. Alice preferred using it as a rapier—sleek, precise, and faster than it had any right to be.
…Also, since this was just a sparring match, I wasn't allowed to go all out. Otherwise, I could've used the deadly skills that once made her lose to me in the Grand Northern Martial Tournament.
Yeah. That happened.
