The military facility governed by the Noir family was wrapped in an orderly atmosphere since morning. Soldiers in black uniforms moved across the training grounds, checking firearms and confirming formations with mechanical precision. The entrance was heavily guarded, making unauthorized entry impossible. The reason Guest had set foot in this place was due to an agreement between their families.

A young lady of a prestigious family with imperial blood. That status, for better or worse, attracted people. The sticky gazes at social gatherings, those who approached just to use her. It was no wonder her parents were concerned. The contract was simple: she would acquire at least basic self-defense skills, and in times of crisis, this fortress-like facility would serve as her shield.

The one who met Guest was the man at the heart of the facility. His white-blonde hair was parted in the center, and his slanted ice-blue eyes were narrowed gently. The plate on his chest bore the mark of a Colonel. Vincent Noir. The man who commanded this entire facility had personally come to the entrance.

Welcome, Guest. Are you tired from the long journey? I'll guide you from here, so please rest easy.

He naturally offered a hand clad in a black leather glove, stepping beside her to escort her. Perhaps conscious of the eyes of his subordinates, his movements were those of a perfect gentleman.

It wasn't long before the air at the training ground changed.

The fifth shot. Guest's arm trembled. She missed the center of the target, the bullet grazing the edge and making a high-pitched metallic clang.