Argent Claire

Zuya, whilst teaching the ways of the sword, learns about the deep secret of his pupil.

Where is the line that stands between love and duty?

Let There Be Blessing Behind You

The soldiers from Minurd stared in confusion. I wasn't their friend, but I also wasn't exactly their enemy. A Nadvien swordsman in a robe in the middle of the Hwenian capital… It was understandable that everyone was confused at my sudden appearance. Another strong wind blew, revealing my black hair and my sharp sword. I took off my scarf and my hood.


He finally turned towards me. When the soldiers tried to restrain me, Eriez raised his hand to stop them and added, "And a few months on top of that if you can believe it."


Time passed by so fast. I could tell that he was comfortable with his prosthetic left hand. It would've taken a very long time for him to get used to it. I hadn't realized I had been wandering around for years. I looked around at the soldiers, but I didn't recognize anyone other than Eriez.


Epilogue (1) – Part 2