episode_0713

It was thanks to the sword’s kindness that I was able to begin my training properly.

As I was moving my body blindly as if I was playing a game without knowing anything, the sword reached out to me first.

If it weren’t for him, I would have trained alone until I entered the academy.

And it was only when the day came to take the Academy entrance exam that I realized the gap between games and reality.

There’s a huge difference between swinging a weapon with a mouse click and actually fighting.

If it weren’t for the sword, if he hadn’t reached out first, no one would have thought to help Lucy Arlene. No one would have believed that Lucy was trying to change.

Now, he looks around while holding up his shield and mace, which are more empty than they are now.

The knights’ gazes at me and the sword were filled with interest, anticipation, and envy.

Even when I first received my otherworldly memories, the knights’ gazes were not favorable.

Because back then, I poured out all the sadness I had on everyone around me.

Who would like me like that? It must have taken a lot of determination to reach out to my master who hurled verbal abuse at me just because I made eye contact with him.

That one decision alone made Karl worthy of being called my benefactor.

“Are you ready?”

When I asked the question, Carl nodded and wrapped an aura around his sword.

The colored auror let it be known that he had no intention of giving it any consideration. It was only natural.

Because now our positions have been reversed.

“In the past, you challenged me, but now I’m the one challenging you.”

“Huh. Then should I cut you a little slack?”

“No. Give it your all. That way, you can understand my topic.”

As I raised my spirit and asked the fairies for a favor, they rose into the sky with bright smiles.

As the surrounding view changed, Carl’s tense face became clearly visible.

“Rush in.”

As soon as I turned my head, the sword lowered its stance and rushed at me.

A sword strike that seems to raise the shield from below.

I dodged the first attack with just a light step, then ducked my head to dodge the second sword strike, which turned its head like a snake, and then struck my torso with my shield to push the sword back.

“I died once. You know?”

“…Let’s go again.”

“Stop talking nonsense and do it properly. There’s no way an idiot like you can handle a sword like this.”

The sword I know is infinitely close to the classic.

He doesn’t mix in as many variations as Arthur, he’s not as strong as Frey, and he’s not as powerful as Benedict.

His sword is literally a knight’s sword that appears in stories.

I know because I heard it from my grandfather.

It is said that a swordsman who handles such a sword will doubt his own sword when he hits a wall.

He said that he felt that his sword, which had nothing special about it, was incompetent, so he kept looking elsewhere.

The sword just like that.

He fell behind the person who was standing far behind him, and now it was difficult to even stand on the same battlefield, so he couldn’t even be sure whether he was worthy of his master or not.

“But the knight’s sword cannot reach you.”

“You should speak correctly. It’s not that the knight’s sword is wrong, it’s that you are sloppy.”

The people around Karl aren’t stupid either. They must have given him some sincere advice when they saw him going down the wrong path.

Still, Karl was too consumed by his own impatience to hear the story.

“No matter what you do now, I’ll punish you, right?”

“That’s it.”

“Whatever, keep poking me until I feel better. So I can laugh at your pitiful appearance.”

If kind words don’t work, you have to prescribe extreme medicine.

Only after he is thoroughly broken and makes him understand that he has been doing something stupid can the sword get back on the right path.

I’m saying this because I absolutely don’t want to bother you.

I’m going to play the villain for the sword!

“Why aren’t you coming? Are you scared?”

As I deliberately made a sound of footsteps with a sneer, the sword ran towards me without saying a word.

A strong sword that is swung with all one’s might, so much so that the tendons on the arm holding the sword stand out.

Strictly speaking, it was a strike similar to Benedict’s sword, but there was a huge difference between the sword’s strike and Benedict’s sword.

How can a single blow that scorches the surrounding area just by swinging a sword be the same as an ordinary sword?

The sword’s blade bounced off with a refreshing sound, and I didn’t miss the gap and dug in, tapping the blade’s point with my palm.

“Again.”

The sword lunges and then retreats. The dog thrusts its fangs and then makes a cracking sound.

“Again.”

Now, it seems like defeat has been learned, and I can see the scared look in his eyes before he even charges in.

“Again.”

When swinging the sword, there is a sense of hesitation rather than confidence.

“Again!”

It takes me longer and longer to even get up, even though I’m still staggering.

“Okay. One more time. Come on.”

“Yes, I understand.”

But what was great about the sword was that it never gave up.

It may be because he cannot give up his pride.

It could be that you desperately want to be by my side.

It is possible that you are so angry that you cannot control yourself.

But whatever the reason, the sword rose, took up its sword again, and rushed at me.

Then, at some point, for the first time, a heavy impact was felt beyond the shield. It was the knight’s sword, not any other sword, that was inflicting damage on me.

“Now you look more human.”

But that was it. The gap in skill between us was too great for the sword to win against me.

“Ugh. Ugh. Ha. Just one more time. Please. ”

After countless defeats, Karl, who had reached his limit, asked for one more fight with trembling hands.

As if I wish I could collapse and not be able to move.

So I granted his wish by throwing the knife with one hand.

“You really… have gotten stronger.”

“Knife. You too. At this level, you must be one of the strongest knights?”

“What does that mean? I’m a half-ass who can’t even stand by the lady.”

“What the hell are you talking about? When did I ever say I would abandon you?”

“…Am I not so weak as to be compared to you?”

“Haha! Why are you saying such obvious things? It’s common sense that the owner is stronger than the pet.”

“It’s not like I have any talents other than swinging a sword.”

“There’s no one around me who’s as sociable as you are.”

“And I.”

“Ahhh. That’s enough. Since when did you need the strongest strength on the continent for your escort? You idiot. Moderate strength is enough.”

If you have to be stronger than your master to be able to protect him, then who will protect Benedict? The paradox arises that the only person who can protect Papa is Papa himself.

“The talent that an escort needs is a personality like a stupid big dog. And you are the only one who can tolerate my crazy personality.”

It is a sword that accepted everything with a smile even when Messagaki Skill was doing its best.

There couldn’t be anyone more suited to be my escort.

“If you don’t want to do it, I’ll just find another idiot.”

“No. Great. I will do it. Please let me do it! I will not betray your expectations, young lady!”

As Karl, unable to hold back his tears, bowed his head and sobbed, tears also flowed from the knights watching us.

Judging by the way Porcell’s shoulders trembled as he turned his back, it seemed like he was no exception.

‘…Please don’t do that to your grandfather.’

‘Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop right there, because it looks like another huge rumor is going to start! Or else I’ll make something terrible happen to you!’

Having barely managed to stop my grandfather, I tilted my head at the sight of the knights looking at someone’s face.

Why is everyone glancing around when Papa or Mama isn’t even here?

I turned my head to follow their gaze and saw Erin bowing her head toward me, holding a towel and some cool water.

“Thank you for your hard work, Miss. You looked great, worthy of being the owner of Aln.”

“Thanks for the compliment, Erin.”

“I was just saying the obvious.”

“By the way, why are the knights watching you?”

“They are a group that is busy controlling their emotions while watching their master’s plight. They probably realized that they were wrong, even if it was too late.”

Every time Erin’s cold voice rings out, the knights hold their breath.

I wonder what happened in the Arn family while I was away. I’ll have to ask them later.

“More than that, Miss. Dinner is ready. After you wash off the sweat, it would be a good idea to go to the restaurant.”

“What about Mom and Dad?”

“The two of them seemed to have a lot to talk about, so they said they would eat separately.”

“Aren’t you two fighting again?”

“It didn’t seem like that kind of atmosphere. The two of them seemed to be talking quietly and seriously.”

“That’s fortunate. If we had fought again, I would have been thinking of leaving the Aln mansion for a while.”

“If that happens, please take me with you. I am not Alun’s maid, but your maid. ”

I saw Erin nod with a soft smile and called out to Carl, whose face was swollen.

“Knife. Sorry, but tell the chef that you’re going out to eat today.”

“Okay, miss. Then I will be your escort.”

“I don’t need it today. I’m thinking of going out to play with you. Here with Erin.”

“…Yes?”

When I spoke while holding Erin’s hand, Erin, who was involved, blinked and made a stupid sound.

“What? You don’t want to play with me?”

“That’s not it. How dare the seed.”

“Is it okay if I don’t follow the master’s orders?”

“Miss. I. I.”

“Be quiet and do as you say. I have a lot to talk to you about.”