There was a crisp whistling sound as Eliron's blade cut through the air. The move had been executed with stunning grace, unlike anything that Ariel had ever seen before.
Strangely, even with the sword charging towards her head, she couldn't help but think about how beautiful it was.
Perhaps it was to distract herself, but she was just realizing that Lord Eliron may not just be a gifted mage alone, but a sword master as well.
Swish!
Ariel closed her eyes at the last second. She felt a gust of wind blow her hair back, accompanied by a low thump as something slipped down her wrist.
"Huh?" She opened her eyes and quickly touched her neck to ensure that it was still attached. It was… thank God.
Then she noticed that her sleeve had been sliced open, and on the ground—
"The slave bracelet…"
Eliron smiled as he watched how shocked she was by it. While he was talking to her, he had gotten just a brief glance of the bracelet.
