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Reid Astrea.

That was the name of a swordsman spoken of in legends.

A great swordsman who was said to have cut down demon beasts, master swordsmen, dragons, and finally even a witch.

The first person to be granted the title of Sword Saint, and one of the three heroes who saved the world.

The origin point of the glorious Sword Saint lineage that was the Astrea family, including Reinhard van Astrea, and even now the greatest ideal of all who live by the sword…

It was hard to believe. That was the name of someone who should have died four hundred years ago.

Were it not for them being in a tower built hundreds of years ago with some connection to the Witch, it was something that could easily have been laughed off.

But there was a witness there from four hundred years ago.


This was a tower built by the Sage, who lived four hundred years ago.

And considering the sadism of its design, placing the ultimate guardian—the original Sword Saint—and then demanding any challengers surpass him, it felt like exactly the sort of thing that the Sage would do…

Having gathered that much, they quickly returned to the green room.

Knowing the opponent they were facing was Reid Astrea, they had to come up with some sort of plan. Fortunately, they knew exactly who to ask if they wanted to know everything there was to know about a certain Sword Saint’s legends.

And even more fortunately, there was also someone who was knowledgeable about the great people of the past.

Of course, it was easy to imagine him still being troubled by his loss. But if he knew who his opponent was, that should help with the shame. It was just a bad opponent.

After all, his opponent was the Sword Saint—the ancestor who built the glorious and famous lineage that Reinhard had been born into.

That should be enough to erase that loss…

Thinking of all those consolations, when Subaru entered the green room, instead…

“—That idiot…”

In the center of the room, there were beds created by the spirit for the wounded. Four of them. Rem was on one, Anastasia on another, Patlash on the one furthest back.

But the one between Anastasia and Patlash was empty. There was just a single broken knight’s sword placed atop it.



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