As soon as Jericho left, Alfredo's sword, Firefly, trembled in his hand, letting out a clear whistling sound. Incredibly, it flew from his hand on its own and embedded itself into the scabbard on the wall.

"Controlling a sword without touching it… That's a power only the ancient sword saints had."

Half of Alfredo's face was hidden in the shadows, his tone low and amused. "A girl like her isn't a problem. Even if he fights with one hand, it won't make a difference."

He raised his hand again and forcefully pulled at the wall.

Firefly, along with its scabbard, whooshed back into Alfredo's hand in an instant. Then, the cabin door opened on its own without any wind.

Alfredo's figure blurred like a shadow and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in the clearing in front of the cabin. After a few flickers, he disappeared into Swordheaven Keep's forest.

Without his sword, Alfredo could be killed. But with his sword in hand, no one on this land could defeat him.

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