For Shane, Harvis was hardly a formidable opponent.
At least compared to the enemies Shane had faced before, Harvis was definitely not a threat to him.
In Shane's view, since the empire's replica of the Holy Sword had been inherited by Cappelen, it proved that this prince must be weaker than Cappelen.
And if even Cappelen was no match for him, unable even to force him to unseal the Holy Sword, then dealing with this prince, even without using magic, should not be too difficult.
However, when Harvis drew that conspicuous wide-blade greatsword, Shane realized he might have assumed too much.
"Apart from Cappelen, I have never drawn this sword against anyone of similar age," Harvis said with a smile, still as gentle as a spring breeze, "I hope Lord Beizut is careful so that I won't need to hold back."
Harvis' face was still adorned with a pleasant smile, but his entire demeanor had changed.
He became sharp, filled with a cutting aura.
