The next day, for the sake of the Swordsmanship Course, I wore an appropriate costume and left home early.
</aside>
Even though it was just a daily practice, the veterans seemed to be looking forward to it.
They said that there were many people in Earl Hakusu’s family who were good at swordsmanship. Of course, I was one of them now. It was a pleasure for them to watch me grow.
(As for my artistic achievement, it was hopeless. Therefore, I have to work hard at swordsmanship.)
Sure enough, I had to practice more and more in order to fight for time to escape and defend myself at need. If possible, I wanted to be strong enough to protect those people who matter to me.
(There are so many dangerous incidents.)
I had been attacked or kidnapped several times in the past few months. The manga world was extremely dangerous, which was great beyond my expectations.
On the way wherever I passed, it was quiet. At the moment, most people were still in their dreams.
The clear morning air refreshed my mind. Squirrels were climbing up and down happy for nut.