He himself seemed to be surprised that he laughed out loud.
Taking off his hand from his mouth, he looked at it in disbelief before he lowered it.
âI feel the same way.â
After Olivier said this, he stared at her for a moment without saying anything else.
As if he was imprinting her image in his eyes.
âWhen we first met⊠You were injured, and you looked like you were having a difficult time. But itâs not like that now.â
His gentle words seemed to have the same effect as warming Radisâ nervous shoulders.
âSo⊠Iâm glad.â
Radis felt her whole body start to relax.
âWhyâŠ?â
Meeting his gaze, Radis stared back into Olivierâs purple eyes.
The way he looked at her made it seem like he was an artist who wanted to capture every detail of the moment so that he could transfer the essence of the other person onto a canvas.
âSeriously, why?â
Then, footsteps resounded from outside the hallway.
Olivier seemed to have heard it, too.
With his eyes still transfixed on her, he asked.
âWill you be attending the New Yearâs ball?â
âAh, yesâŠâ
âIâll see you again.â
Olivier smiled. Their gazes met.
His eyes contained genuine happiness.
âYour Highness, seriously, why are you being like thisâŠ?â
But Radis had no courage to utter the words, and so there was no other choice but to smile back awkwardly.
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15. New Yearâs Eve
The Russell Marquisateâs townhouse was a summer villa that was located at a vacation spot with an overlooking view of the great city of Dvirath and the capital city of Elarion.
The roof of the three-story mansion was red, and the garden was complete with a small pond and carefully trimmed topiary.
This kind of cute mansion did not suit Yves at all. But as it turned out, it was decorated according to the tastes of Elder Madam Mariel.
Early in the morning, Radis stood in an open space that was surrounded by ambiguous topiary shapes. She wasnât quite sure if they were dogs or deer.
And her hand was an ornamental sword that she had borrowed from a decorative armor from inside the mansion.
The blade was not sharp and it was out of balance because of the excessive adornments on it, but it did not matter.
Actually, even if it was a branch, she would have been fine with it.
Rather than a physical workout, this was more of a mental exercise.
âWhat was that?â
A day had already passed, but she still couldnât get it out of her mind.
âWhy is His Highness the Third Prince showing such favor towards me? Maybe he has also been looking for an opportunity to approach Marquis Russell? Wait, no, I donât think thatâs it, based on the Marquisâ attitude.â
As much as her mind had been thrown into turmoil, she let her body unleash her strength.
With her soft hair fluttering in the gentle wind, her sword moved smoothly as well.
âWhat on earth is the Third Prince thinking?â
What she was demonstrating right now was the imperial swordsmanship techniques that Armano had taught her before.
She had repeated this tens of thousands of times, and so these movements had become fully ingrained in her body by now.
If she ever wanted to just move her body without thinking at all, this kind of practice was the best for her.
In fact, imperial swordsmanship was very complicated. So that you can respond to a variety of situations at the drop of a hat, each movement was woven into the next. There were thirty-two techniques, and more than a hundred steps to follow.
Such a kind of swordsmanship did not have any shortcuts when it came to mastering it.
Only perpetual repetition.
She practiced it over and over, and as time went by, Radisâ thoughts shifted.
âNot bad.â
Her usual sword from before felt a true warriorâs sword, ready to be brought to any battlefield at any given time. But the sword she was holding right now, which had lost its usefulness and strength, simply felt as soft as water.
Even so, her body was infinitely light, and her feet seemed to barely graze past the grass.
âIt feels good.â
Oh, how great it felt to wield a sword.
Even though it was so cold this winter day that her breaths could be seen as puffs in the air, Radisâ back was soaked in sweat now. She then sheathed the sword and looked to the side.
Between the two topiaries, which might be dogs or deer, there stood Yves Russell, who was wearing a black robe.
With his mouth agape for some reason.
âWere you watching me?â
âHâŠHuh?â
Radis smiled brightly.
She was in a great mood right now.
It felt like she came across an epiphany.
Imperial swordsmanship was a balanced technique between attack and defense, and her movements felt so light just now.
Everything was connected, and she could change the direction of her movements as much as possible.
Wielding a sword in this way would make it possible that the opponent would not be able to imagine what would come next.
âIt can be anything.â
Something seemed to be swelling up in her heart.
Yves seemed surprised, too.
He rubbed his eyes with both hands.
Then, his bangs opened a little and showed his sparkling amber eyes.
âWhat was that?â
âLast time, you asked me to show you my swordsmanship, right?â
Whenever she was holding a sword, her senses tended to become extremely sensitive.
Thereâs no way she did not sense Yvesâ presence as he walked over here while half-asleep.
Normally, she would have stopped practicing because she was shy, but she continued nevertheless. Itâs because Yves asked her last time to show him.
âThatâ Was that imperial swordsmanship just now?â
âYes.â
âHow? How did you learn imperial swordsmanship? No, before that, itâs so cold right now but youâre sweating so much! Letâs go in first. Letâs talk on the way.â
This was what Yves first said as he led Radis back to the mansion.