Regarding Tione, Duanmu Huai was not very familiar with her. In fact, he had only seen her once when she was summoned, and his impression at that time was that the girl seemed quite feeble, and she certainly didn't look like someone who would bear the title of "Dancing Blade."
After all, that title... well, you'd think it must belong to something like a berserker, right?
At the very least, it wouldn't be a girl who, looking meek in a dress, barely speaks at all.
And it seemed that was indeed the case.
"Lady Tione, the Lord is looking for you."
"Ah...! Please, please wait a moment!"
Hearing the report from the swordsmanship instructor outside, a faint cry came from behind the door, followed by the sound of clanging and crashing as if the house was being torn apart. After a moment, the tightly closed door cracked open, and Tione's head sheepishly poked out.
"Hello, Lord, may I ask what you need?"
"What are you doing?"