episode_0349

Late evening. In front of the Academy Church.

As I followed Harold as he came out, inspecting the injury to his side, I carefully observed his thoughts.

“… … .”

“… Huh.”

Oh, damn it.

What should I really do now?

Still, since I am a maid belonging to the Blackwood family, and since I was the one who wounded Harold’s side anyway, I followed him to the church.

In the end, I couldn’t say a word until Harold came out after receiving treatment, and I just kept my mouth shut and followed him.

‘If anything, wouldn’t it be better to tolerate that personality for a bit? ‘You’ve been in trouble a lot because of that personality.’

‘This is my sincere advice, but you should kill that personality.’

Fuck.

Why is it that I’m reminded of that bastard’s advice right now?

Of course, if I had done as he said, I wouldn’t have been in trouble now.

Anyway, getting hurt during sparring is a surprisingly common occurrence, and since the church is a well-developed facility, people don’t die, and most injuries can be treated with divine power.

In some ways, inflicting scratches on the body of someone as big as Harold was a major incident, but it was still a sign of my growth in a good way, so there was no problem.

… The problem was that the things I said to Harold during the process were the biggest problem.

‘Get lost! This Torai Son’s arm -free wooden swordsmen! ‘

‘If I’m fucking, it’s a word, this bastard! This fucking bastard is trying to kill everyone?!’

‘Was it that bad that I was hanging out with Ethan?! ‘You damn son, you idiot!’

… If there is a slime cave, I want to go in. Or sell your soul to the devil and turn back time by just 30 minutes.

To be honest, the fact that I was swearing was in itself an extenuating reason. Harold’s sword, which began a fierce sparring match, had a deadly presence that was clearly visible to anyone who saw it. There were several moments when I would have been cut in two if I had twisted it just once.

There was an anti-death spell in the training facility inside the academy, so I wouldn’t have died even if I was separated into Lil/Lys during a sparring match with Harold, but getting hurt that badly in the first place was fatal to me as an academy student.

It took more than a week to heal the wounds I received from the battle with Agnes before last year’s evaluation, and if I was cut in half by an active sword master and suffered a wound that almost killed me, I could have had to take the entire rest of the semester off.

‘If I had at least turned on the training shield, it would have been better since the injury would have lasted at most a few days… .’

In today’s training, Harold didn’t even give me time to turn on the training shield, so it was natural that I would harbor hatred and murderous feelings towards him.

Of course, there are things that can and cannot be said out loud, so it doesn’t change the fact that it is ultimately my fault.

‘If you do something wrong, I’ll really get you fired this time.’

No matter how true my intentions were, I was revealing to myself that I had always thought of Harold as an idiot and an idiot, so it wouldn’t be surprising if I just ended my contract as Ethan’s exclusive maid right now.

It was as if I had actually revealed everything about my relationship with Ethan, whom I had somehow metaphorically avoided answering the previous time.

At that time, my head was so hot that I couldn’t help but say these words. I thought the only reason Harold would want to kill me at this time was because I messed with Ethan.

At least there was a high possibility that Harold in this world didn’t know that Ethan liked me yet.

Like in the original game, Ethan didn’t openly brag about being his slave by taking me for a walk naked, nor did he tie Lilith’s hands and feet every night and torment her by inserting strange toys in the front and back of her body to make her obey him.

It may be said to be a crooked way of expressing it, but in the end, each action was a way of expressing his obsession with Lilith to the haters in the game, so there was no way Harold would notice the feelings that Ethan of the current world had towards me, as he did not show such recognizable expressions. There wasn’t.

What does that dead-eyed guy know when I can’t always tell what he’s thinking? It would be nice to know if Ethan just thinks of me as a sex maid.

I couldn’t say anything for a while and followed Harold in silence, and before I knew it, he had brought me to a bench on one side of the academy’s central garden.

“Sit down first.”

“… Yes, master.”

“It’s the professor here.”

“… … Yes, Professor Harold.”

I put my butt on the bench, following Harold’s suggestion, which was practically an order.

And Harold, who was sitting on another bench one row away from the one I was sitting on, quietly called my name.

“I’m sorry for starting the training without any explanation in advance. I thought you would most need that type of training.”

“… Oh, no. From an educator’s perspective, Professor Harold’s judgment was, of course, 100% correct. On the contrary, I misunderstood the professor’s thoughts and passed them over and made rude remarks to the professor, so I have no excuse.”

“It must be strange that I received a sword master’s deadly sword without any curses. On the contrary, it was a good attitude for a swordsman because he thought about dealing with it properly rather than remaining silent even in the face of such a deadly threat.”

“… … Thank you.”

But, I’m not a swordsman.

The words came up in my throat, but I just kept them shut. First of all, I don’t know what will happen to me with every word Harold says.

Even if there was no way to punish what I did as a professor or student, I couldn’t say that it wouldn’t affect the relationship between employer and employee. What kind of owner would want to keep hiring a maid who secretly gossips about him?

‘… Is this the end for Ethan’s exclusive maid?’

No, more than that, once the maid contract with the Blackwood family ends, what should I do starting next semester?

What happens to Ethan and my wedding/engagement dormitory, and how do I get my belongings left at Blackwood Mansion?

It was a time when my mind was complicated by many things, so unless I had a swordsmanship accident, it didn’t really matter anymore.

“So, were there any results?”

“… … Yes?”

“I’m talking about your swordsmanship. I saw earlier that my sword was moving by accurately predicting the path it would fly. As if he realized something during the sparring.”

“… I may have realized a little bit.”

“You may feel time slowing down, or you may be able to see the direction of the sword that will fly next. Haven’t you experienced similar feelings?”

“… … ?!”

Harold mentions the exact same sensation as the experience I had a moment ago.

As I looked at him in silence, wondering how on earth he knew that, Harold gave me a brief congratulation with a rare smile.

“Congratulations on reaching the Sword Expert level, Lilith.”

“… … Yes?”

… Sword expert?

… … Me??

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

After hearing Harold say that I had reached the level of Sword Expert, Haha just tilted his head for a while, not knowing what that meant.

I’ve reached the Sword Expert level? By release?

Normally, I would have passed it off as just something ridiculous, but the person who was talking was Harold.

Sword Master. The Emperor’s 3 Swords. And a serious look in his eyes that doesn’t seem like he’s lying.

There was no sign of laughter in Harold’s serious face, so I couldn’t be the first to say, ‘Don’t joke.’

“The skill of a sword expert is to look at the opponent’s sword, predict where the next sword will fly, and move the sword differently accordingly.”

“Yes… … .”

“Of course, in your case, since you mainly use daggers, you looked at the sword path and destroyed it with magic instead of judging it directly by striking the sword, but in any case, since you saw the path of the sword, you were definitely the first step on the path to becoming a sword expert. It’s okay to say that I’ve taken a step.”

“Yes, is that so…? .”

Sword Expert.

To be honest, I never thought I could get this far this quickly.

Of course, since I use a sword as my secondary weapon, I vaguely thought that I would reach it someday.

Of course, that day wasn’t while I was attending the academy. I was vaguely thinking that it might be about 10 or 20 years later.

I thought that if I accumulated about 10 to 20 years of experience as an adventurer, I would become a well-known adventurer known to the local community, and in the process, whether I liked it or not, I would swing a dagger countless times for self-defense, so I thought I would reach that point someday.

“When I saw you sparring with Natalie, I felt something. Your driving force for growth is not based on desire or desire to improve, but on ‘anger’.”

“… … Yes?”

“I was confident when I saw your face as you frantically blocked Natalie’s long rapier with a dagger. You looked angry at your situation of having to deal with a long rapier with a short dagger, but then you instantly read Natalie’s sword and blocked the path.”

“… … .”

“So, I deliberately created a training situation so that you could feel unfair anger towards me, but it seems I made you angrier than I thought, hehe.”

“Ha, hahaha… .”

Harold suddenly takes on a lighter mood and smiles kindly.

I secretly laughed along, wondering if I could naturally overlook the mistakes I made during sparring like this… .

“… So, you.”

“Yes, Professor Harold.”

“Since when have you thought of me as a crazy son, a fool, and a madman?”

… The sin I had committed was too great to pass by like this.

“… … .”

Oh, shit.

I guess it’s true that I’m really screwed now.