Due to the close proximity to two kingdoms, it had a high volume of trade, and the situation improved after Baron Harun Pareira took up the role of Lord and brought in Guilds.
In addition, thanks to the daughter, who is a promising sorcerer named Kirill Pareira, the status of their family was much higher than before.
That made the surrounding estates jealous.
âIâm sure that Viscount GairnâŠâ
Marcusâs expression hardened.
Even though the five estates around them kept checking on them, the Gairnâs were particularly severe.
For them, who served as the head of the southernmost region of the Hale Kingdom, the Pareira family wasnât welcomed.
And now.
The most vulnerable prey of the Pareira family was in the wagon alone.
âI wish we would just pass by themâŠâ
Of course, that wouldnât be possible. Whatever the circumstances, the six southern estates of the Hale Kingdom have a friendly relationship.
And when two families of close distance meet, just passing by them wouldnât be polite.
Unsurprisingly, the wagon on the other side slowed down and approached. The wagon of the Pareira family, too, slowed down.
A strange tension rose between the two wagons, which stopped at a safe distance.
Moments later, two figures appeared from Gairn Viscountâs wagon.
âShit!â
Aaron Gairn!
The servant gulped.
Aaron was the second son of Viscount Gairn, who was a year younger than Irene.
However, in terms of personality, he was far worse than adults.
In fact, whenever he visited the Pareira estate, he would constantly ignore Irene.
And when the Lord got angry at Aaron for crossing the line, the young one would often run away like a loach, saying that he acted like that because he was still young and didnât know better.
In other words, he was the worst person Irene had to face.
â⊠young lord, did you hear?â
âYes.â
âItâs the Gairn family. Young lord Aaron Gairn and⊠Sir Jack Stewart got off the wagon.â
ââŠâ
âWill you stay inside the wagon?â
Marcus asked.
It would be rude to not show his face, but he could make up an excuse that Irene was ill and couldnât greet them.
Rather, for Marcus, it was more important that his young lord doesnât get offended.
As he was thinking, Irene shook his head.
âItâs fine. It wouldnât be polite.â
â⊠yes.â
âHeâs definitely changed.â
He was still expressionless and said little.
But it was different from before. It couldnât be explained in detail, but⊠but he felt stronger.
Marcus clenched his fists. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he opened the wagon door.
He looked after the young lord who followed him.
Soon after, he met Aaron Gairn, the second son of the viscount, and greeted him.
âI greet young lord Aarin Gairn and Sir Jack Stewart.â
âUh⊠yes.â
Aaron Gairn replied with a slightly startled expression.
Even Jack Stewart and the other men behind him had the same face.
It was because the physique of Irene, who was too lean before, was larger.
Aaron Gairn thought.
âTall⊠did he grow taller? No, I think that his body has improved.â
It was a sloppy body no more.
However, this made Aaron feel even worse. The muscles he could see over the clothes made him ever flustered.
It has been only a year since he went to swordsmanship school, and he changed like this?
Of course, there was nothing more shocking than that.
He was just a little perplexed. Wasnât it natural to be shocked seeing a guy who was supposed to be a weakling for the rest of his life improve?
He quickly changed his expression and asked with a smile.
âAre you coming from the Krono Swordsmanship School?â
âYes, that is right. For some reason, I see that the Gairn family is coming from our estateâŠâ
âAhh, I was out running an errand for my father. But it has been a while. Nice to meet you, Irene?â
âYes.â
âWoah, it looks like Krono is good at teaching. Irene changed so much that I donât evenâŠâ
Aaron was a year younger, but he didnât use honorific terms. It wasnât strange.
It was because of the difference between a Baronâs son and a Viscountâs son, and there were many cases where they were called friends with just a year difference between them.
Of course, the two werenât close at all. Aaronâs tone was rather ignorant and bewildering for others.
It still is.
âWell, are you going to continue practicing swordsmanship in the future?â
â⊠probably.â
âProbably? Well, it must be a little odd to learn from other places. And you even started so late.â
âThat damned boy!â
Marcus was furious.
He felt agitated about how ignorantly he was speaking with his young lord and the fact that he thinks that Irene failed Krono.
Itâs been a long time since even the servants forgot that Irene couldnât get along with others.
However, Aaron Gairn didnât even think before speaking.
The way he talked, his expression, from head to toe, everything!
Maybe, everyone in the Pareira family had the same agitation towards Aaron.
However, Irene wasnât agitated.
âMaybe true.â
âUh?â
âIs there anything else you need to say?â
âUhâŠâ
âIf there is nothing else, Iâm going to move. It has been a long journey. I want to get some rest.â
Jack Stewart, who was standing behind Aaron, was once again shocked to see Irene speak so calmly. So was Aaron.
However, his emotions were more of annoyance than surprise.
âHow dare he!â
The one across from him had changed.
It was a short interaction, but he knew it.
Irene wasnât the same as before.
The former Irene couldnât even make eye contact with him, and he would never answer so straightforwardly.
He would always make excuses to get away from Aaron.
Perhaps that was the only effort that Irene made in his former life.
But,
âWhy.â
Why wasnât he the same now?
Why was he standing in front of Aaron and saying everything he wanted to?
Where was the deadbeat noble? With just a little struggle, didnât he get kicked out of the swordsmanship school after a year and was returning to his family?
The moment that thought passed his mind, Aaron Gairn vowed to not let him go.
âHold on.â
ââŠ?â
âAh, itâs nothing. Letâs shake hands before we go.â
âNow?â
âThis!â
His expression almost distorted at Ireneâs question, but Aaron forced a smile. And continued talking.
âDid you know? Did you know that swordsmen can tell each otherâs skills just by holding hands?â
âThis is my first time hearing this.â
âOh my, you donât have enough information because you have been inside the estate for too long. Sir Louis Sogard, a famous swordsman, said that. In fact, there is nothing more important than grip strength in swordsmanship, so this is obvious. Isnât that right, Sir Jack?â
âThat is right.â
âLook. Even the best knight in our family says so.â
ââŠâ
âAs a senior who learned swordsmanship for six more years than you, Iâll take a look at how much your skills have improved.â
Aaron Gairn stretched out his right hand as soon as he finished speaking.
Marcusâs expression twitched as he watched it. Jack Stewart watched the situation with a little bit of curiosity.
And Irene Pareira.
ââŠâ
After a while of thinking, without saying another word, he took the other personâs hand.
Aaron, who saw it, was filled with joy and immediately gave strength to his hand.
âAh! If I use too much strength, he will remove his hand right away. Should I do it slowly⊠uh?â
Something was strange?
It was the expression on Aaronâs face. He looked at Irene with eyes that said that âit canât beâ.
The moment their hands met, he knew that it wasnât going to be easy.
A sturdy hand that didnât even twitch.
The second son of Viscount Gairn felt anxious and put in a bit more strength.
At that, Irene just watched silently.
âWhat do I do?â
As said before, Irene wasnât stupid. He knew how to clearly distinguish between ridicule, disregard, and coldness from people.
It wasnât because it didnât hurt, but it was because it didnât even matter.
Even before scabs formed on his hands, the gazes of those around him were a bigger wound to Irene, and those wounds never healed.
He hid himself in sleep and the dark so the wounds wouldnât get infected.
A life of running away.
âDo I still need to run away?â
No. It wasnât like that.
If it was his former self, Irene would have surely run away. For him, there were a few opponents who were fearful, terrifying, and tenacious like Aaron.
For Irene, the opponent in front of him was like a natural enemy.
But not anymore.
Having received advice from Ilya Lindsay, Bratt Lloyd, Judith, and many other trainees, he didnât feel any fear towards Aaron.
âThen, should I fight?â
He didnât know the answer.
After the final interview with the school master, the boy began to differentiate between his own power and the power of the man in his dreams.
The more he pondered, the clearer the answer was.
That his current growth wasnât because of his own abilities, but only because of the dreams. And that Irene was just sitting silently.
The boy didnât have the confidence to corner an opponent. He didnât change that much.
âEiikkâŠâ
The handshake continued as Irene kept thinking. Irene didnât even realize that Aaron was struggling.
Aaron wanted to see a wrinkled expression on Ireneâs face. To at least hear him groan in pain.
However, Irene was at peace.
It wasnât just his body, he continued contemplating and contemplated some more. There were just too many thoughts that were unresolved for Irene.
But Irene decided on how to deal with the current situation.
âAt leastâŠâ
His gaze looked at the opponentâs hand.
âThere is no need to be arrogant, right?â
He looked into Aaronâs eyes.
Pressure which neither hides nor escapes.
It came out involuntarily. Of course, there was a difference between Irene and what Ahmed or Ilya Lindsay had shown.
However, this was enough.
Aaron Gairn jumped back in surprise.
â⊠ugh!â
His face soon turned red.
It was because his pride was hurt, and he felt ashamed.
âDid I withdraw my hand first?â
He didnât want to admit it.
However, he couldnât fool himself. He knew that very well.
Before that, he couldnât overpower the opponent with his own strength.
He was curious.
How did it happen? How did the deadbeat noble, who was nothing more than human garbage, create such pressure?
Was a year enough for such a lowly person to change? Or was he overthinking it?
However, there was something else he was feeling.
âI want to run away.â
Fear.
He was now feeling the same emotions that Irene felt a year ago.
âButâŠâ
He couldnât do that.
If he stepped back like this, he couldnât save his face.
He couldnât go back to the wagon because he was worried about what Irene would say when he returned to the Pareira mansion and what the servants behind Aaron would say behind his back.
Even the black cat, which was watching them from the grass in the fields, was annoying.
Anxiety spread over him that even animals would make fun of him.
At that moment, Jack Stewart, who had been silent until then, opened his mouth.
âYoung lord?â
âUh, huh?â
âYoung lord Irene Pareira said that he wanted to relieve his body by getting home. It wouldnât be polite to hold him here.â
âAh, Is-is that so?â
âIt is. Wouldnât it be?â
The knight looked at Irene, and the boy nodded. Then Jack bowed.
âThen we will start moving too.â
â⊠ah, right. Ah! Irene, it seems like you turned out to be quite good. Of course, weâll need a real match to find out!â
ââŠâ
âThen, Iâll be leaving!â
Watching the two of them say their goodbyes, Irene didnât even respond to them. The servants and soldiers who pulled the wagon were all polite and bowed.
However, Marcus seemed pissed.
âThat lowly bastard!â
The results werenât bad, and it was clear what that kidâs intention was right from the beginning.
That guy was anxious to disgrace his young lord, and Jack Stewart, who clearly knew the kidâs intention, didnât even stop his own young lord, they are all the same lowly kind.
Of course, he couldnât speak out. Because he didnât have a title, nor was he in a situation to speak out.
In the end, all he could do was sigh.
It was time for them to return to their wagon.
âHeâs good at escaping because heâs scared.â
ââŠ?â
A sudden, provocative remark.
Aaron Gairn, who was returning to his wagon, turned and looked wide-eyed when someone said that about him.
âHow dare you!â
He couldnât remember any feelings of anxiety or fear he felt a moment back. Everything he felt was replaced by rage.
How dare someone say such a thing about him, the son of the Gairn family?
What kind of messed-up person would say that!
The answer came out right away.
âItâs me. What will you do?â
âUh?â
Peopleâs attention that was on Aaron, who wasnât that tall, was redirected to a voice that came from a lower position.
A black cat.
A small cute creature that looked like a wild animal, standing on two legs, added more words.
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âWhat are you staring at?â
A talking cat.
A word popped into the minds of everyone who encountered the impossible.