บท 1768: Swordsmanship Enthusiast

Nephis concentrated on her sword, guiding it with effortless ease. The movements she performed were not particularly fast or taxing… and yet, her body was under tremendous strain, beads of sweat forming on her fair skin. Her breathing was controlled, but heavy.

That was because she had to infuse her swordsmanship with sincere intent. Without the intent, her display would be meaningless — she would fail to show the essence of her technique to the young enchanter, and he would not be able to forge a suitable blade. 

She was straining herself… but, at the same time, she was enjoying herself. 

That was because she did not need to think about anything else but the sword in these rare moments of peace. Meeting Master Sunless was not entirely without purpose, but compared to the rest of her endless errands and obligations, it was a respite.