Chapter 1958
At a swordsmanship center, an older man with a topknot and dressed in typical sword-fighting garb was currently playing chess with someone.
"How are you feeling?" the older man asked.
At the question, the person sitting across from him paled. Alfius' eyes turned vacant. "I... I still can't accept it, Master."
"Everyone must take this step eventually, especially people like us. Alfius, once you truly comprehend the essence of life, you'll be close to drawing the demon sword, Rain of the Village," the older man replied.
"I will remember this, Master," Alfius replied, though he still felt guilty about killing Nash.
Alfius had felt Nash's efforts to save him even while he was unconscious. When he awoke to the chaos and heard Sven's and the others' conversation, he was immediately confronted with the toxic gas. He survived using the breath-holding technique his master had taught him.
The situation was too complicated then, and he was at a loss. Fearing that Nash might kill Marie and

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