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　Meditation.

　Alfred was still and meditating in the simple room, as usual.

　He had no idea how much time had already passed.

　Just to help himself focus his mind ... to sharpen his mind.

　But there was a wavering in the current Alfred.

''.........''

　Every few minutes.

　He remembered the battle with Belle.

　It had been a really long time since they had fought to the death like that.

　And Belle's sword fights were definitely the closest thing he had to her.

　Cattleya.

　Because the shadow of that sword that he kept chasing after was certainly still there in Belle.

　If we're honest, it wasn't skill that Alfred won. It was the difference in knowledge.

　He knew all of Belle's secret swords.

　He was already well versed in the secret sword that he would bring out at the end.

　That was why he was able to complete it.

　On the other hand, Alfred thought about the other person.

''.........Gu, I guess I'm still not focused enough?''

　He releases the meditation.

　Then he remembers.

　The one girl who was weeping at Belle's side.

　The resemblance. A real resemblance.

　Shelley was very much like the person, Cattleya.

　What was the cause of this? Alfred felt like he was looking at a live copy of her.

　Hence, his sword had dulled slightly.

　If it hadn't been for Aurir's help at that time he would have been killed by Yuria.

''........It's already been a hundred years?

　He stared at his trembling hand.

　His right hand was trembling.

　He forces it down with his left hand and takes out his magic sword.

　He sharpened it, as usual, under the moonlight.

　Sharpening a weapon is similar to sharpening your mind.

　It was Cattleya who said those words. Remembering those words, Alfred continued to sharpen his weapon indifferently.

　And he had a feeling that he had a premonition.

　It was without a doubt that he would be relative to Shelly........

　He had already realized that.

　Shelly was the disciple of Belle.

　That was obvious in those hateful eyes and in the sword fight.

　The cause and effect would definitely converge.

　After Belle, he would fight Shelly. Can I inherit Cattleya's sword and fight her.....................even her appearance is very similar to his?

'No, I can do it.'

　By daring to speak out loud, I reaffirm my resolve in my mind.

　It inspires me.

　By doing so, Alfred has no more hesitation.

''Alright........''

　He looks at the sharpened magic sword and shines it into the moonlight.

　The reflected light firmly illuminates the room.

　After sheathing the magic sword, he stands up and leaves the room.

　With a certain resolve, Alfred would face Shelly in the not-too-distant future.