West of the Ramos Duchy, in a certain forest.
Late at night.
On the open ground, a campfire crackled and popped, its dancing flames illuminating the figures seated around it—a young girl, as beautiful as an angel, and a young man of the same age, whose large black-framed glasses gave him a scholarly air.
After days of hurried travel, Lynch and Avery had finally left the Saladin Kingdom earlier that morning without much trouble and had successfully entered the boundaries of the Ramos Duchy.
At last, they could breathe a little easier.
By the fire, Lynch was sitting cross-legged, breathing in a rhythmic pattern. Around him, milky-white mist stirred, occasionally surging into his body through his nose, clearly showing that he was cultivating the Knight Breathing Method.
Tonight, the Fighting Spirit was far more intense than usual, and the mist surrounding Lynch was almost tangible.
As the Knight Breathing Method reached a certain point in its cycle—
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
