Yuna smiled mysteriously and without any reluctance, followed Iramal. The sword in her hand was ready to strike, radiating an evil light as if it was just waiting for her to attack.
While the crowd waited with anticipation as they held their breaths, Ezekiel watched her with awe. Despite wearing a dress, her movements were smooth and agile and without adequate training, it was impossible to achieve such precision and adroitness.
Unlike the crowd, Ezekiel did not suspect Yuna. She was, after all, Duke Dalton's grandfather and after staying with him for years and getting trained by him personally, there had to be a significant advancement in her skills.
"My, my, I never expected Lady Yuna to have such amazing skills." Erix's astonished voice fell on his ears and Ezekiel's lips arched up
