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My name is Leon Wijayah. 17 years old who died at the hands of his own cousin. When I opened my eyes, I had entered someone else's body. His name is Akion Naal Sanktessy. He has a predatory look, capable of making people who stare at his face stop breathing temporarily. He was the continent's youngest swordmaster. With his strength, he could split mountains with ease. 
However, the situation turned out to be very complicated. People wanted him to submit and continue to attack. Can I survive and face them? As the successor to Baron Sanktessy and the greatest swordsman of all time, I must devise tactics to destroy them.

Hero Will Find a Way!

My eyes looked at those who looked strange.

I knew that in order to fill the boredom they must have done something, I didn't expect it to be by playing cards that if they lost they would decorate their opponent with a lip milker.

A senior knight raised his hand, then looked at me doubtfully.

"I am Iron, and it's mine, Master Akion."

I looked at the lipstick in my hand, maybe she thought I was thinking strangely about this, like she had a very strange fetish.

"I bought it for my wife, and instead it was used by Keth for this game."

He saw a man who looked easier than him. He must be such a fun senior that a junior dares to do this.

I gave it back the lip milking I held.

"I'm not here to scold you, but to see your condition."

Their eyes reflected very fondly.

Something Warm