After that day, Riven and Noel couldn't go back to the dungeon. Their mother had insisted that they take the time away from it, and when she finally allowed them, it was too late as the Royal Academy had begun preparing the dungeon for the exams and had cut off the dungeon from public use.
Riven had spent his entire time training his swordsmanship to no end. He practiced day and night, trying to upgrade his sword mastery, so much that the Knights were all already friends with him as they dropped tips from time to time.
But even after pushing his body beyond, he didn't level up. Though his skill had definitely gone up, his fighting was more fluid and better.
He was happy with that progress, even though he wanted more.
As Riven stood in the training ground swinging his sword in swift motions, Noel walked into the building, his sword hanging by his side. He was dressed in casual clothes.
