「Two years after the Verne Campaign.」
「Ilibya World.」
「Granada 3D City Garrison Fortress, training room.」
A powerfully built young man was doing one-handed handstand push-ups, supporting himself on just the index finger of his right hand.
Beads of hot sweat trickled down his torso, gathering into a small puddle on the hard floor.
Across from him sat an Imperial Knight, his brows tightly furrowed. The man's frame was so immense that he resembled a wide door panel, even while sitting cross-legged on the floor.
His voice was aged and ragged, as grating and unbearable as the sound of Steel Boots grinding on broken glass.
"There's a rumor going around the Fortress lately that your Knight Talent received a blessing from the Divine Emperor. What's your take on that?"
The young man's body was covered in battle scars. His short black hair was neat and trim, and the power emanating from his Knightly Physique billowed through the training room like a howling wind.
