The training hall was silent.

  All eyes were locked on me as I walked off the dueling stage, my revolver still smoking from the last shot.

  Dante Everworth, one of the **Future Seven Heroes**, was on the ground.

  Defeated.

  By **Lucian von Kaiser**—the so-called *trash noble*.

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  The disbelief was almost **tangible** in the air.

  **"Did that really just happen?"**

  **"Lucian actually won?"**

  **"Dante is a beastkin! His raw strength should’ve crushed him!"**

  I could hear the murmurs, the shifting opinions, the mixture of **fear** and **curiosity** in the gazes directed at me.

  But the person who looked the most surprised?

  **Leonhart Ascarion.**

  The hero of this world sat at the top row of the training hall, watching everything unfold with an unreadable expression.

  Our eyes met for a brief moment.

  I could see it—the slight furrow of his brow, the tension in his shoulders.

  He **didn’t expect this.**

  Neither did Aria von Roselia. She was standing with her arms crossed, watching me carefully.

  **Good.**

  Let them wonder. Let them rethink everything they knew about "Lucian von Kaiser."

  **

  This is just the beginning.**

  **Many more to come**.

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