Kamil immediately drew her sword as she felt the unusual change in the atmosphere. The dust that rose from beyond the pile of ruins died down. When Kamil raised her sword and swung it, something flew in front of her eyes instantly.

The sharp sound of blades clashing echoed, and Kamil staggered back a few steps. Upon looking ahead in a haste while holding her numb hand, Kamil found a boy with a grumpy face landing on the floor while clutching a short dagger in his hand.

Kamil could feel sweat running down her back as she realized that she couldn’t sense the boy's presence or movements at all. If it weren’t for her sword which had been bestowed with His Majesty’s Grace and her body being used to speed training, she wouldn’t have been able to block the boy’s attack.

“I already knew that it wouldn’t be easy, but the guard is pretty decent, just as expected…” Juan muttered a complaint.

Kamil was convinced that he was one of the enemies who had come to assassinate Bishop Rietto. She didn’t expect a little boy to come, but it was certain that he wasn’t an easy opponent.

“Who are you? One of the Order of Huginn’s knights?” Kamil asked.

“Is that even important?”

It really wasn’t. From the moment he pointed his sword at a Templar, he was bound to...