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Sacred Sword’s Sheath (Sacrifice) – Part 03

Luke returned to Atelier Liza just before noon.

Lisa, who greeted him at the entrance of the main house, gasped in shock when she saw his face.

“What happened to you?!”

Her shriek was understandable.

Luke’s face was a mess—swollen eyelids, a tangled mess of hair, a split lip, dried blood streaking from both nostrils, and his shirt torn at the shoulder. In short, he looked battered beyond recognition.

He tried to keep a calm front—or at least thought he did—but in reality, the pain in his body threatened to knock him out at any moment. Dizzy, he barely managed to remain upright. Only the simmering anger inside kept him on his feet.

“Just a little fight,” he muttered.

“A fight? With who?”

“That old goat Hannibal.”

“With the captain?” said a voice from across the room.

Luke’s heart leapt in his chest.

It wasn’t just Lisa in the house. He glanced sideways to confirm. Cecily and Aria were seated