âThat brat mustâve lost her mind.â
Margaret had an ice bag on her head as she muttered.
While flipping through a dress catalogue, Yurhi yawned without care. Margaret had been muttering the same words for more than ten times already today.
The matter of her brotherâs future and the familyâs honor was simply boring for Yurhi, who was just thirteen years old.
Rather than that, it was better for Yurhi to just look at the dress catalogues piled up in her motherâs room.
A snow white muslin dress, colorful ribbons, bright yellow, pale pink, elegant blue, beautiful evening dresses that would suit herâŠ
Yurhi finally made up her mind.
âYurhi likes yellow!â
However Margaret continued to disregard Yurhi, not hearing the teenagerâs whining as she held up the catalogue right in front of her face.
âMom! I like this yellow dress!â
Only then did Margaret notice her daughter.
âWhat are you talking about?â
Yurhi could feel her stomach sinking.
She stomped her foot and shook the catalogue roughly.
âMooooom! Youâre so mean! Did you forget already? The Third Princeâs birthday banquet! Mom definitely said that youâll buy me a new dress for the banquet!!â
The colorful catalogue was flailed wildly in front of Margaretâs eyes while the sound of Yurhiâs loud whining pierced through her ears.
Margaret could palpably feel her temper rising.
She exploded and yelled at Yurhi right then.
âWill you freeze to death if you donât get new clothes?!â
At this, Yurhiâs bright green eyes widened in astonishment.
âSo youâre not going to buy me a new dressâŠ?â
She couldnât wear old clothes to the birthday banquet of the Third Prince of the Empire, Olivier.
If she would, sheâd get laughed at by that despicable Rosalie.
Yurhi needed to get that new dress somehow.
She cried and cried for days upon end. She even went on a hunger strike!
Margaret covered her ears.
However, her hands couldnât do much to block the childâs shrill cries.
Margaret felt like she was going crazy.
âThis is all because of Radis!â
Just look how much sheâs suffering because of the fraudulent admission accusation!
Margaret and Jade tried to cover up the incident as a practical joke that a jealous sister did on her younger brother.
However, apart from the rumors, there was one problem they couldnât fix: Klein Rockton, the admissions officer.
If Klein Rockton had been a more flexible person, things would have been smoothed over without a hitch.
However, neither Margaret nor Jadeâs buttering up worked on him.
Klein returned to the academy at once and immediately asked for the Academic Committee to conduct the test once more for David. The committee, seeing that Kleinâs arguments were valid, accepted the motion for a retest.
The problem was that if David would take that retest, heâd immediately be caught.
Eventually, Jade sent a letter saying that he would cancel his sonâs admission to the academy to preserve his honor.
It was fortunate that things didnât get any bigger than this, but in the process of it all, just how much solicitation did they have to do, how many things to clean upâŠ!
Margaret, who reflexively cursed, gasped and covered her lips.
âHow could that weak Radis make an elegant lady like me swearâŠ!â
She wasnât the only one shocked by the aggressive words coming from her lips.
She had only been pretending to cry all this time, but Yurhiâs eyes began to be filled with real, bead-like tears.
As soon as Margaret saw those tears from her daughterâs green eyes, she came to her senses, not wanting to make her lovely daughter upset.
âAhh, Yurhi! No, no. I didnât say that to you!â
âThis is all because of Radis, that wicked brat. Goodness, my baby, donât cry! Okay, okay letâs get you that dress!â
âWhich one do you like? The green one?â
âHiic, uwaah, theâthe yellow oneâŠ!â
While shedding tears, Yurhi pointed to the dress she wanted.
âOkay, okay! Itâs a good, expensive dress, too. Stop crying now. Momâs head feels like itâs about to split in two!â
After getting what she wanted, Yurhiâs tears quickly abated.
Margaret sighed as she saw the price written under the design of the yellow dress.
Then, something interesting caught her eye.
In her previous life, Radisâ body was left in a horrible state.
The demonic energy that entered her system was extremely poisonous to humans.
Those who were exposed to that were supposed to take enough time to rest while waiting for the demonic energy to go away on its own. If not that, they would need to go to a temple and pay a hefty sum to receive a purification ritual from a priest.
Back then, Radis had no choice but to endure it all on her own.
Her skin, which had also been exposed to the blood of demonic monsters for so long, became dark purple, and some parts of her body were even already rotting.
It wasnât just her skin.
The demonic energy permeated every part of her whole body deeply.
Her eyesight had gradually declined and her body weakened.
In that dire situation, she overcame the limitations of the human body and mind that she thought she couldnât withstand.
She found out how to change demonic energy into mana.
As a result, she did not die. She grew stronger.
But that was just a temporary measure.
And there were side effects.
Even though she gained strength from the demonic energy, she had to live with the pain of a body addicted to demonic energy.
Her vision was blurred and, even when her skin was only slightly touched, it felt as though her bones were being crushed.
There were times when black crystals would be mixed with the blood she coughed out. Every time this happened, she would think that her demise wouldnât be far away.
So now that she had returned to her sixteen-year-old body, Radis felt utmost comfort for the first time in a long while.
âI canât believe it feels this good to be healthy.â
Her bedroom door was locked from the outside, so she slipped away to the roof by going out her window.
She had no problems moving at all.
These nimble limbs and light body were unfamiliar, but it felt good.
Without her body hurting, she practiced her swordsmanship even if she didnât have a sword in her hands.
She could feel the scorching clay tiles of the sunlit roof with her bare feet.
The roof was sloped, but it was like flat land to her.
She was someone who once lithely wandered through the harsh demonic forest.
On the steep roof, she made her way bare-footed and bare-handed.
Her foundation was the Imperial swordsmanship basics that Armano taught her.
Without a sword, she assumed the position of a knightâs stance.
Of course, during battle, there was no time to take this stance perfectly, but whenever she could, Armanoâs voice always seemed to resonate in her ears.
âThere are enemies in front of you and there are people you have to protect behind you. At the center is your sword. You must observe everything.â
Armano would look into the eyes of the young Radis, who was still in the knightâs stance, and continued.
âThere is also something you must never forgetâbehind your sword is someone you must also defend preciously. Itâs yourself, Radis. You have to protect yourself.â
Armano never said these words to David, and this always made Radis curious.
Why was it that Armano said this only to her?
Her feet stepped onto the bricks.
Her footwork was the foundation of her movement.
Quickly, slowly, strongly, softly.
She moved forward like a flowing current.
As she lunged, she didnât forget to keep her back defended.
The essence of Imperial swordsmanship was defense.
A knight must never lose hold over their emotions like a raging wave.
There must always be room to protect whatâs behind her, and so her form was ready to spring back at any time, like ripples over a lakeâs surface.
Many things had happened ever since she learned Imperial swordsmanship from Armano, and her technique had changed, but she never forgot this essence.
She had often practiced this swordsmanship technique dozens or even hundreds of times in just one day alone.
Regardless of whether she was on dry land, in a harsh forest, or in the vast darkness.
She would sometimes lose her balance and collapse on the ground, but she would stand back up without fail.
Because it was through her sword that she lived.
Soaked in sweat and now unable to move one muscle, Radis lied back down on the roof.
The blue sky above her was endless.
The white clouds scattered at some places, then merged again in others, reaching out as far as they could.
âThe skyâitâs so pretty.â
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In her previous life, she couldnât even afford to look up at the sky.
It was only before she died that she could look up while she was laying on her deathbed.
However, by then, she had already lost almost all her sight.
Right now, she could see clearly even the edges of the fluttering clouds.
This alone made her cry tears of joy.