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Although it was a knight training ground, no knights could be spotted. Only a few training logs stood out from the bare patch of grass.
Seletina stepped onto the grass, spurred by nostalgia. She’d visited this training ground numerous times.
When she still lived in the castle in her previous life, she would either be serving for the king, residing in the dormitories, or spending her free time here, in the training ground.
Loggins kept watching Seletina from underneath his helmet while she tucked her sideburns behind her ears and stared at him.
There were several reasons he’d brought Seletina here.
First, he wanted to see the effect of the crest that the witch had left behind. After all, no matter the reason, no one could simply jump up and be completely healthy after being in a coma for three days. If the crest really did have some amazing abilities, then Loggins needed to know.
Second, he wanted to see Seletina’s swordsmanship. A sword was a reflection of one’s heart. If Loggins could see Seletina’s swordsmanship he would be able to determine what kind of person she was. Whether she was good or evil.
Though, the ability to read a person’s heart from their swordsmanship was something he’d inherited from his master, Orthus.
Loggins was skeptical of Seletina’s existence itself.
Which is why, “I’ll have you show me what you can do,” he had no intention of fooling around with this little girl.
Loggins’ eyes were alert, not missing a single of Seletina’s movements.
Seletina, on the other hand was…
Damn, he’s sure shooting daggers at me. I didn’t know he had such a side to him.
Completely nonchalant and observing the situation from the viewpoint of a teacher.
Her big smile was motivated by her desire to see how much Loggins had grown and to put her current condition to the test.
Loggins turned around and his gaze focused on the wooden sword that was placed right next to him.
“How about we use these? They’re somewhat drenched in sweat, but I hope they will do?”
Loggins asked, pointing at a small wooden sword.
Seletina, in turn, simply smiled and pointed at her waist.
“If possible, I’d prefer to use this one here.”
She said while rubbing Elyutinias’ hilt.
“You want to use real weapons? I’m afraid that’s…”
“That’s a no go! You might get hurt!”
Eleanor interrupted before Loggins could finish speaking.
Like a rabbit bouncing up and down, Eleanor spoke nervously with a worried look on her face.
“Why not use a wooden sword? Why must you use a real one?!”
“If it’s not a real sword… Rather, if it’s not this sword I cannot accept.”
Seletina said with a troubled expression.
“What do you mean by that?”
Eleanor asked, completely confused at the whole situation. In response, Seletina shrugged her shoulders and pulled her sword from its sheath. The sword’s blade shone under the sun’s rays.
Seletina then gently placed the sword on top of Eleanor’s soft hands, in a way that wouldn’t cut her. The moment the sword touched Eleanor’s hands, her eyes opened wide. The sword in her hands felt as light as feathers.
“I-It’s so light… What in the world is this sword?”
Elyutinias was light. Far lighter than any wooden sword.
Elyutinias represented exceptional sharpness and unprecedented lightness, just as Gate Burner could cut through any and all Demons.
As though she were wielding a paper sword, the slim Eleanor effortlessly swung the sword up and down.
“This is the reason I cannot use the wooden sword. With my arms I am not able to properly wield a wooden sword.”
Seletina said, which caused Eleanor to be lost for words. It was undeniable that Seletina’s jade-white arms were frail. They weren’t all that different from Eleanor’s hands, who’d never held a sword in her life.
Eleanor, on the other hand, couldn’t help but be surprised that Seletina, who could stand up to the Demons with such ease, was even weaker than her.
Loggins was no different.
She can’t wield a wooden sword? But it can’t be denied that she fought the Defiler of Pride and Wisdom toe-to-toe. Which means that her skills must be extraordinary.
Shiver ran down Loggins’ back.
The pillars that a knight’s strength is built upon are relentless practice and countless experiences. But Seletina can’t wield a wooden sword. She doesn’t even have the strength to wield a wooden sword. And judging by the fact that she’s a duke’s daughter I doubt she’s amassed a lot of experience. That doesn’t explain how she could’ve attained her skills. Being Melia’s daughter is not reason enough.
Loggins became increasingly wary of Seletina.
The figure of the young girl before his eyes more and more overlapped with the image of the witch.
Loggins’ palms were covered in sweat as he carefully pulled Gate Burner from the sheath on his back.
“Let’s begin. We’ll be sparing with real swords. In spite of this, I won’t attack at all. I’ll be a fool to put even so much as a scratch on Lady Seletina. Is that alright?”
Loggins asked, pointing Gate Burner towards Seletina’s direction.
Seletina couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Oh my, are you really okay with giving me this kind of service?”
“Of course. I’d be a laughing stock if it went out that the Commander of the Royal Knights raised his sword against a duke’s daughter, even if it were a spar.”
“I see. In that case, thank you.” Seletina said as she bowed.
It seems like this mimicking brat has learned some manners.
With a fierce smile plastered on her face, Seletina thought.
I’ll make you eat those words.
Seletina appeared to be an exquisite duchess on the outside, but on the inside, she was a ravenous beast.