Gilmore looked at his opponent with a serious expression on his face.
His casual smile could not be seen anywhere, and it was replaced by a solemn look that he rarely showed to anyone.
This just proved that the person standing in front of him was someone that he couldn't afford to look down on, or he would suffer a terrible defeat at the mysterious swordsman's hands.
After watching the skinny teenager's battle, Gilmore had finally understood how the Swordsman was able to execute those deadly attacks that were able to slice off his opponent's limbs in an instant.
GIlmore was also a Swordsman. As a Prince of the Royal Family, he had been trained by only the best swordsmen of the land. Some even said that he was the next candidate in line to be able to bear the title "Sword Saint" when he grew up, but Gilmore knew that he was still far from achieving this prestigious title.
Posting first chapter first. If you are seeing this note, I just finished writing this chapter. My editor was editing it as I write, so I can publish it as soon as I can.
The sescond chapter will be published as soon as I can. Thank you for your understanding.