Saaaak—Geom Un-bi’s sword sliced through the night air.


    The sheer momentum swept over the gathered onlookers, grazing their skin as if peeling away invisible layers. When the blade curved downward, the moonlight itself seemed to ripple with it.


    It was an unprecedented display of swordsmanship. The interplay between footwork and sword path was entirely new.


    His entire body moved in harmony with the luminous arc of his blade, an endless flow of uninterrupted motion.


    ‘What kind of…?’


    The sword wind carried a sharpness tempered by restraint—an elegance akin to a noble family’s refined legacy. It was impossible to gauge the limits of his sword power.


    They say that a master’s technique reveals the sum of their life. Inspiration is always intertwined with one’s experiences.


    A skilled swordsman’s every strike embodies their habits and temperament. If an aristocratic martial artist had cultivated their art through structured discipline, their essence would be even more distinct.


    Gongya Jeong was no exception. She felt an overwhelming sense of solitude.


    She wanted to see more.


    ‘No, this isn’t the proper etiquette of the martial world…!’


    Just as she squeezed her eyes shut—


    Sarak.


    The sword, which had been effortlessly carving through moonlight, came to an abrupt halt. The veins beneath Geom Un-bi’s forearm pulsed slightly, his sleeve brushing empty air.


    A few of the servants accompanying her father audibly swallowed. The mesmerizing dance of the blade ceased.


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    The master of the sword spoke.


    Sreung.


    Gongya Jeong could only stare blankly as he gracefully sheathed his weapon.


    In this moment, the lingering sense of loss weighed heavier than the moonlight itself.


    Even though she had tried to avert her eyes, she struggled to suppress her regret.


    It was an emotion she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Not a fleeting attraction between a man and a woman—


    The heir of a noble family had been utterly shaken by a wanderer’s swordplay.


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