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The fiery red sun spreads heat mercilessly, twisting the air.

Under the scorching sun, in a villa of the Iris family in Uruk City, a young-looking woman was gritting her teeth and waving the wooden sword in her hand.

The hardness of this ironwood sword, which has been soaked in tung oil and the blood of monsters, is not much inferior to steel, but it is much heavier than the standard iron sword.

The girl had endured the harsh sunlight all morning, and half of her body felt like it had been fished out of the water.

But even though she was so thirsty that her lips were chapped, the girl still didn't complain. She bit her peeling lips tightly and tried to show all the sword skills she had learned to the man in front of her.

Grand Duke of Iris, Karajan Gladstone.

This man, who was inundated with documents and letters almost all day long, took a rare moment to take a look at his daughter.

To be precise, it was to test the concentration of his bloodline and take a look at his children.

This was one of the few times he had the opportunity to leave the study except for rest, and this meant that he had never met his daughter in front of him a few times.

Well, except for family banquets and other public occasions where his presence is required.

"You learned well." Looking at his daughter who demonstrated various sword skills for him all morning, Grand Duke Karajan said this expressionlessly.

Although it was encouragement, there was no hint of it in his tone, as if he was describing it in a routine manner.

The indifferent tone even diluted the heat a bit, leaving Alice a little at a loss.

Of course she knew how difficult it was to get a compliment from her harsh father, but his attitude seemed to tell her: "He is not as concerned about this matter as he seems."

She gathered the broken hair around her ears uneasily, subconsciously holding the wooden sword, taking a few breaths, with some anxiety in her eyes.

Since she was a child, she has been told that she will be the heir to the Iris family.

Although it was only a tenth ratio, it did not hinder her excitement.

As an heir, you have to accept the assessment.

For example, this is the force test.

In other aspects, the stubborn Alice didn't think she was much worse than her brothers and sisters, but in terms of strength, even she had to lower her arrogant head.

She really couldn't compete with her siblings, especially since she couldn't activate the mountain giant blood within her.

While others could successfully construct their own extraordinary aura and awaken the blood of the mountain giants flowing in their bodies through talisman and inscriptions, she unexpectedly found that she could not do it.

Her bloodline concentration seems to be just at the critical point where she can become the heir of the family, but cannot become a beast-blooded person.

Neither up nor down is the most embarrassing thing.

Taking a step back, she will become a descendant of the Iris family, a carefree noble lady who can even do what she wants according to her temper.

Further, she is expected to become the core of power of the Iris family in the future, become the Grand Duke of Iris that everyone respects, and become the northern shield of the Kingdom of Agrat.

However, she can't do either.

Her status as a family heir restricted her like an invisible shackle, causing her to grow up in a childhood of despair and suffocation.

However, just such a slight difference in concentration made it impossible for her to become the Grand Duke of Iris.

While her peers were already at the silver level and had even condensed into the second and third talisman inscriptions, she was still unable to break free from the shackles of the bronze level.

She is the only sword-type warrior among the dozen heirs, not a beast-blooded one.

For the Iris family, which has a large family and great business, this is certainly not a shame, because only the best people are qualified to become the Grand Duke of Iris.

However, one person can only tremble under the glory of the iris' fame.

"Father..." Alice said timidly.

Highly nervous, she obviously noticed that Karajan was a little distracted, perhaps thinking about official duties...

"Have you rested enough?" Karajan glanced at Alice, said in a deep voice, and casually took the remaining hardwood sword from the sword stand nearby, "Let's get started."

He just waved it casually a few times, and the deliberately blunt blade made a frightening whistling sound.

The assessment has just begun.

"Your strength will be tested next." Karajan said casually, walking slowly with a wooden sword in his hand.

The girl subconsciously took a deep breath, raised her sword quickly, and assumed a standard sword-raising posture that could hardly find any flaws.

The next moment, Karajan's sword was slowly but firmly handed to her head.

Because it was just a test of strength, his sword was slow enough to give Alice enough time to dodge.

Of course, she couldn't jump away.

This slow sword move was actually a test of her strength, and by the way, her swordsmanship - she had to choose a suitable sword move to parry and resolve.

Under Ed's careful instruction, she made the choice almost without thinking.

The wooden sword hit Karajan's "weak sword blade" accurately. At this moment, Alice raised the long sword fiercely, and she could hold Karajan's long sword. Not only did its wooden blade also With an imperceptible rotation, it quietly slashed towards Karajan.

Because of this move, Alice had to face Karajan's sword with her throat. However, she took another step to the side and turned her head very smartly, barely avoiding Karajan's sword. Castration.

Glance, standard glance.

Glancing at the tip of your opponent's sword sideways, you don't have to be afraid of your throat.

It was like a textbook reaction and response, with no faults to be found.

However, Karajan seemed not to see the wooden sword that was about to hit him, and still maintained his sword strength.

It was only then that Alice discovered that Karajan's long sword was like cast iron and could not shake at all.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of his sword.

This is certainly not the worst. The worst thing is that Alice did not expect that Karajan would not dodge and faced her sword.

He is the father, the Grand Duke of Iris, and a platinum-level transcendent...

At this moment, Alice couldn't help but panic.

She knew the power of this sword, which was enough to break the shoulder blades of ordinary people!

This is her father!

This is not a life and death fight, just a test.

Subconsciously, her sword weakened a bit.

At this moment, a huge force surged in, forcibly lowering the sword in her hand in an unreasonable and arrogant manner.

At this moment, Alice even had some kind of illusion, as if her sword was pressing on a mountain peak!

Before she had time to respond or even think about it, the edge of the wooden sword grazed her neck and hit her shoulder hard.

Severe pain!

As if lightning exploded on her shoulder, the armorless Alice took a breath of cold air, unable to hold the sword, and let it fall to the ground.

Karajan still said expressionlessly: "You are too soft-hearted, Alice."

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