At the cough of a high ranking servant, the maids of the mansion hurriedly bowed their heads. âThe young lord is awake?â could be heard everywhere.
There was a momentary silence. But the silence was bound to break again.
It was because the prince, the young lord, Irene Pareira, known to be lazy, was going to leave the mansion.
âWhat? Where is he going?â
âBecause the Baron called for him, I thought he was going out because of thatâŚâ
âOut of the mansion? Is he going for a walk?â
Walk. It wouldnât be a shocking thing for the others. March usually had chilly mornings and evenings, but it was midday now.
And, anyone would want to take a walk in a garden full of flowers.
However, it was none other than Irene, that made all the difference. The maids continued to talk for a long time, even after he left.
âOrder!â
âRight. What is the situation at the knightâs training ground?â
âHuh? What is thatâŚâ
âSoldiers training and knights⌠no, you see, the young lord wants to practice swordsmanship.â
ââŚafter regular morning training, there is enough space.â
The officer who answered, gulped and looked at the one behind the servant.
White, fair skin, sender build compared to his nice height.
He is the young lord.
The officer had to blink several times.
It was as if he had seen someone who shouldnât be here.
âNo, how did this happen? It canât be!â
He wondered if the young lord Irene, really wanted to use the training grounds.
No matter how much he thought, it was absurd.
But the servant continued to speak.
âYes, I knew that, yet I wanted to confirm. Hm. Letâs go ahead, young lord.â
Irene nodded without responding and followed the servant into the training grounds.
The officer looked at him with bewildered eyes, and soon his colleagues gathered around him.
âWh-what?â
âAm I dreaming now? Am I seeing things right now?â
âPinch me⌠ahh! The lazy prince⌠Did young lord Irene come all the way here?â
âWell, maybe he came to look around?â
âRight. There is no way he would practice sword or anything.â
The soldiers who were doing their personal training, each made their own guesses.
None of them thought that Irene would practice.
âHuhâŚâ
âIs that trueâŚâ
Murmur.
Gazes filled with unease.
The soldiers gradually gathered after hearing the rumors, and the employees in the Baronâs mansion came.
Irene didnât care about anything.
Rather than that, it was because of the things which were in his mind, he didnât care of others.
âShould I call a soldier who is well versed in swords?â
ââŚâ
âNot all wooden swords are the same. They vary in shape and length. I am sorry, but even I am not familiar with swords, so I canât recommend a suitable sword for the young lord. So if you want a minuteâŚâ
âNo, itâs okay.â
The servant stopped at those words which were clearer than usual.
He quickly bowed and stepped back.
His eyes, which slowly looked at the young lord.
Irene seemed different from usual. And when there is a change in the actions of the lords, it was better to stay quiet.
Thanks to that, Irene was able to concentrate.
He closed his eyes, as he didnât want anyone disturbing him.
As if looking for something, he soon skimmed through the entire place.
And slowly picked up a sword.
âUhmâŚâ
The servantâs expression darkened.
Itâs not an unusual sword. Rather, it was close to the standard one.
Since it wasnât a real sword, there was nothing dangerous about it.
But the size⌠was too big.
To the extent where it felt like the young lord might have trouble handling it.
âUh, that one?â
âThat will be a tough one. Unless you are an adultâŚâ
The soldiers who were watching, mumbled under their breath.
Of course, the sword Irene picked up wasnât that huge.
However, for a first time user, grabbing that sword or swinging it would be tough, especially since the weight wasnât light.
Unsurprisingly, Irene was already sweating from his forehead, as he took the basic stance after holding the sword.
Whoops!
The sound of the wooden sword being swung in the training ground reverberated.
âHmp!â
âUhm!â
The sound of suppressed laughter and groans could be heard.
It was an unavoidable outcome.
A kid had confidently picked up a large sword and took the stance, but his swing was weak.
His sword movements were so disappointing that they couldnât help but laugh at.
âWell, this is natural. There is no way that the most lazy person of the kingdom can wield the sword well as soon as he picks it.â
âThe first time I saw him take the stance, I thought maybe he could do it, but⌠I was stupid for expecting something from him.â
âDid he come because of that young lord who humiliated him?â
âIf that is the case, then one thing is for sure. He is going to crawl into bed in no time.â
âHe should just do what he always does.â
Peopleâs interest faded in no time.
It was disappointing to see Irene swinging the sword.
It was even more so because the basic stance Irene took was rather plausible.
Their negative attitude could be felt by the servant who was standing on the side.
His eyes widened in rage.
âThose bastards!â
He knew.
He knew that Irene was called the Lazy Prince.
And the fact that he was lazy that he couldnât be considered as a noble.
But that didnât mean that the soldiersâ actions were justified.
The servant grinded his teeth. And spoke to Irene with a bright smile like he always did.
âYoung lord, swordsmanship requires constant effort. There are a lot of things which are difficult to do when alone.â
ââŚâ
âI will try to find a good teacher, so why not start training tomorrow?â
âThanks. But you donât have to.â
Irene raised the sword again.
It looked tough looking at him. He couldnât stop his hands which were holding onto the sword from trembling.
Doing that, Irene said.
âI am not doing this because I want to be good at swordsmanship.â
ââŚâ
The servant kept his mouth shut at the words of the young lord.
Looking at the young lord, who seemed like it would hurt his pride to get a teacher, the servant decided to save his words.
But that wasnât it. Irene was telling the truth.
Right now, he was just moving his body, because it was hard to stay still because of the dream.
âAnd⌠I already have the memories of that man in my dreams.â
He never thought of the man in his dreams to be a great swordsman.
It was an incomplete memory, but Irene knew.
The clothes the man in his dream wore were ragged, and the place he stayed was shabby.
But like he said, it didnât matter.
Ireneâs purpose was to simply get his body to stop twitching.
Woo!
Whoo!
Whooo!
One time, ten times, twenty times.
He continued to swing his sword, and his muscles ached accordingly.
It was strange. It was the arm that moved, but the parts other than the arm were also hurting.
He had never been so exhausted.
However,
âIt strangely feels comforting.â
Right.
Even if not right now, Irene was always hurting. It wasnât the body which was hurt.
His insides, it was his heart which would hurt a lot.
However, as he was swinging the sword like the man in his dreams, he didnât feel his body hurt like that.
So he swung.
He continued to swing.
Swish!
Once
Wish!
Ten times.
Wheek!
Another twenty and one hundred times.
It was like he was in a state of trance and wielding his wooden sword while staggering on his foot.
A loud voice entered Ireneâs ears.
âLord Irene! Lord Irene!â
â⌠ugh?â
It was the servant, who guided him.
Worried, he approached the young lord, thinking that he was going to die from exhaustion.
âYoung lord! I think it is better to stop now. Donât. Stop! You have done this for long enough!â
âWhatâŚâ
Irene questioned.
It was because the person who talked to him didnât normally speak in such a strong tone.
He took a step forward to ask.
No, he tried to get closer. But he couldnât, he stumbled and sat on the ground.
The intense pain spread around, as if drawing concentric circles in the lake.
âEuk!â
âYou pushed yourself too much! Look now! It has already turned dark!â
â⌠itâs dark?â
Irene mumbled with a blank expression.
It really was dark outside.
Although it wasnât night, it was close to purple, the time when the sun sets.
Still looking blank, he looked up at the servant and said.
âIf it has been that long, you should have gone somewhere. Or called me out.â
âHow dare I leave the young lord and go somewhere else! Besides, I kept calling for you, for a long time too!â
âReally? Uhm, eukâŚâ
Irene Pareira, who was about to get up with the help of the wooden sword, groaned and sat down.
From the expression he was making, it was evident that he was in pain.
The servant trembled.
âI will take you. I will inform the maids to prepare hot water, so wash up and get some rest. The therapist will be waiting for you.â
âNo, no need for a therapistâŚâ
âOh, then young lord will be sick and I will get into trouble!â
Hearing the servantâs swords, Irene nodded his head reluctantly.
Honestly, it was weird.
It isnât like he was a soldier who did this everyday, but it felt like his body could take on the muscle pain.
Probably the influence of the dream.
To be honest, what he did today was embarrassingly insignificant when compared to what the man in his dreams had done.
âYoung lord, you arenât going to push yourself like this tomorrow too, right?â
âUgh.â
âPromise me. It is a nice thing for the young lord to pick up the sword, but it isnât good for you to push yourself this hard, right from the beginning. A famous knight said that rest is also a part of training.â
âI get it. I donât think Iâll do it again.â
Irene placed the wooden sword back in the weapons rack, and spoke.
The servant looked at him suspiciously, but he seemed sincere. As Irene said, he had no intention of learning swordsmanship.
He just didnât feel like staying still, so he just moved around.
âIt will be like what I have been doing uptil now in my life, lying down again tomorrow.â
Those were what he thought as he bathed, ate, and went to bed.
A pain, worse than the time when he moved his body, was spreading throughout his body.
âI did something crazy. I was drunk in that dream and did something completely crazy.â
Regrets flooded in. it seemed like he wouldnât be able to sleep.
But that was all an illusion.
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Fatigue greater than the pain drifted him into the world of sleep, and he dreamed again.
The dream of a man who had been tormenting him for several days, visited him again.
ââŚâ
Once again, Irene Pareira had no choice but to head down the training grounds.