Lucifer intended to find the girl he saw at the banquet. The girl who seemed around his age, the Palace Lord's daughter and a very strong talent. So, taking this break day as his chance, he did.
The sound of steel cutting through air drew his attention as he passed a secluded courtyard. Quick, precise strikes followed by moments of stillness, then another flurry of movement. Someone was training—and with remarkable discipline.
He paused at the entrance, observing without announcing himself. The courtyard was small but elegant, ringed by crimson-leaved maples and equipped with training dummies and weapon racks. At its center stood a young woman with hair the color of fresh blood, wielding a slender rapier with practiced precision.
Deia Solaryn.
