Since then, a week had passed as delicate white blossoms began to grow on the trees surrounding the manor. The previous frosty air had finally thawed out a little - much to Rayvis' relief. He could finally train without having his lungs and hands almost freeze to death, under his merciless teacher's guidance.
As the heir of House Cherliann manoeuvred his body decisively with his sword's blade glinting under the light, it clashed violently with the knight's. His shoulder-length silver hair shone like his weapon, blue eyes narrowed and focused on his practise opponent. There was no hesitation in his expression - only a cold visage betraying no remorse.
Mikael watched Rayvis skilfully parry every one of the knight's blows, steadily building up speed in his attacks. He stood at the sidelines
