His usual practice partner had retired to his own room to cram for the
entire night, so Eugeo exited the room with nothing but his own wooden
sword in hand.
On the other side of the inner corridor stretching out into a large circle was
the atrium that extended from the first floor to this third floor, with the
deep red sunset skies visible through the round skylight above. There
wasn't such an indulgent building in the town of Zakkaria, let alone Rulid
Village where he was from. Even the floorboards were made from polished,
high quality wood and numerous pieces of art were hung along the curved
walls, the empire's history as their theme.
—No matter how I tell them that I'm living in such a majestic building, even
having someone exclusively assigned to aid me, none of my elder brothers
back home will believe me, huh.
Eugeo's thoughts drifted as he went through the long corridor.
We may be elite swordsmen-in-training, but this level of hospitality was
already being shown to mere students. If I was a veteran swordsman,
frequently displaying good results at the Unity Tournament—or beyond
that, one of the integrity knights of the Axiom Church, holding onto more
authority than even those from the households of the four emperors, just
what sort of luxurious lifestyle would I lead?