CHAPTER 82 - TRISTAN

“Not bad,” Kael said, returning his sword to its sheath after a quick battle.

A young man of below twenties laid sitting on the dirty ground while breathing fast through his mouth. He rubbed the small bruise on his cheeks—light-skinned as he glared at the divine knight. They had faced each other on an empty alley—in the vast city of Hailborne.

“You’re the dual-blade wielder—the talk of the city… you have a name?”

The silver-haired guy got on his feet, wiping his white coat that had been stained mercilessly. His silver hair matched decently with his gray-colored eyes.

“Tristan,” he spoke short, picking up the two swords on the ground; light swords, both elegantly forged and crafted by enchanted steel. A mark of a dragon had been carved on the two hilts. He returned them to the sheaths on both sides of his belt.

Kael’s search had come to a final stop. A few days before of finding the last member for his elite unit, he had gotten a word—a rumor he could say, of a skilled warrior in Hail