Grava Duchy, Mansion of the Grava Familia…
Dahlia, with her shell-pink hair and pale-pink eyes, was currently training by herself in the training ground that was dedicated to the direct descendants of the Grava bloodline.
It was common for noble families to maintain a training ground for both their forces and descendants.
Of course, only the truly affluent could afford such facilities, and among them, only the wealthiest could boast a dedicated training ground exclusively for their troops and heirs.
The sound of her steel swords cutting through the air echoed throughout the area as her figure moved gracefully.
This went on nonstop for more than ten minutes before she felt her stamina running out.
Clap— Clap— Clap—
"Excellent!"
The sound of slow claps, along with an ever-so-familiar voice, caught Dahlia's attention as she turned to look towards the person who had just arrived.
