Old White slowly slid the sword that Kael had brought back for him from the Lion Heart Duchy into its sheath.
"But it's not too late. Given the current situation, as long as we continue to protect Young Master Kael, there will come a day when we'll face those guys again...
One day..."
Old White murmured softly.
...
On Elanna's side.
At that moment, the red-haired knight appeared to have fallen into a deep slumber, her dreams filled with dark sword glows that seemed eager to slice apart the entire world.
When she lifted her head to look at the figure dancing with swords, she said subconsciously:
"How beautiful!"
It seemed as though the shadowy figure who had conjured up the storm of blades had heard the girl's voice and instinctively turned its head.
A cascade of snow-white hair tumbled down, making the figure look like a fairy on a snowy plain.
"If you like it... join the dance!"
The figure closed in on Elanna in an instant, as if extending a hand to invite her.
