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