Nereus bit his teeth tightly and was speechless, while I sat down with him and drank tea leisurely.
âThere is no shame in not knowing. Thatâs why you entered Episteme, didnât you? If you go and learn, you will know all of these things.â
I said encouragingly to Nereus.
âAm I speaking kindly, am I?â
A kind tone, a friendly smile, and a thoughtful conversation. Compared to the past, when I swore at Nereus and even tried to beat him up, I became much more gentle.
âPretend to know a few more things.â
âYou were the first to pretend to be good.â
âYou must be mistaken that Episteme seems to be a place where you can enter if you know a little more, but it is a place where you have to combine both knowledge and martial arch.â
âSo, you mean letâs grab a sword?â
âHaha, you want to fight me?â
To be honest, Nereus was more confident in his swordsmanship than in his knowledge. He was praised as a prodigy from an early age and was recognized as a good swordsman.
He thinks that a sleazy-looking girl would be able to break her down with one match. I thought as I looked at Nereus, whose nose was raised high.
Why would He dig his own grave?
âI donât avoid it if you want to.â
I put down my teacup.
* * *
âDo you know how to lift a sword, princess?â
Nereus glanced up and down at Dorothea.
Dorothea was small compared to her peers, her skin was pale, and her arms and legs did not look particularly thick. How dare a girl with a smooth and pretty face look down on the Prince of Hark. Even She canât handle the spirits.
âIf you lose to me, you will have to be polite at least. There is a limit to laughing at diplomatic rudeness.â
Dorothea, who had changed into a light outfit, raised her sword and said.
Then there was a laugh that seemed ridiculous.
âIâm worried youâre going to die.â
Nereus was well aware of his skills. His skills were quite acceptable. He was the king and commander who came directly to the battlefield, so it means that he does not have a vain skill. Unfortunately, however, the problem was that Dorotheaâs skills far exceeded his.
âYou have to worry about yourself firstâŚâ
Dorothea smiled leisurely, raising her sword.
Meanwhile, Clara, standing on the edge of the vacant lot, slapped Stefanâs forearm and shook it.
âPlease stop her!â
Itâs been a while since the princess took off her cast. And now Itâs a sword again!
She broke her arm after going to a swordsmanship contest, and now she is going to meet the prince of a foreign country and have another fight.
âFight and fight, Please stop now!â
This is an addiction. a very serious addiction. However, even when Clara was harassed, Stefan didnât seem to want to stop Dorothea.
âBecause this person is also an addict! Iâm an idiot for telling addicts to stop addicts.â
Clara sighed and rubbed her forehead.
âIf she does one thing, she will try to finish it too much.â
Before picking up the sword, she reads the book like a glutton, and when she grabs the sword, she tries to do it again until her body wears out. It would be nice to just do it at a normal level and quit. Clara canât help but worry about how itâs going to hurt Dorotheaâs body.
She would rather do something other than a book and a sword, such as painting, learning a musical instrument and dancing, embroidering, collecting jewels or fine art, or taking a nap or a good sleep.
How nice it would be to do all of these things in moderation.
To be honest, Clara couldnât understand what was so hard in the life of a good princess who had a lot of money. If Clara were Dorothea, she would have lived a life of eating, playing, drinking, sleeping, and chatting while meeting people, going out to play if there was a good place, and buying a pretty necklace without looking at the price.
But Dorothea was very, very, very sincere.
âThatâs the charm of the princess again.â
Clara is worried, but she canât hate it again. Dorothea, who is devoted to one thing with all her might, shines brightly.
Meanwhile, Dorothea held the sword in her hand and gently loosened her wrist.
âBy the way, itâs the first time Iâve competed after taking the cast off.â
She tries to move around lightly, but she still hasnât been able to do it like before. Dorotheaâs right hand, which had been resting for a long time, was stiff and slow. But she had no intention of running away with that as an excuse.
Just then, one of the dukeâs knights, who was serving as a referee, came out of the middle of the vacant lot and raised a flag.
Then Nereus raised his hand as if to let her in.
She didnât want to approach first when he told her to come, but Dorothea didnât mean to keep her sword with her for a long time, so Dorothea approached him with a light footstep.
âYou are slowâ
Nereus thought as he saw Dorothea approaching with fluttering steps.
She was not in the basic position to attack. Her gaze was not looking at Nereus, and one hand lost its function and fluttered moderately at the waist.
âYou tried to beat me with this level of skill.â
Nereus raised his sword and attacked Dorothea who was approaching defenselessly.
At that moment, his green eyes witnessed a small smile.
âChin, chin!â
Dorothea caught his attack in an instant, deflecting him, and shoved the sword close to the nape of his neck. Nereus felt a cool sword touch Nereus neck.
Dorothea had her hands behind her back as if she could beat you with just one hand. Dorothea with a gentle smile and a flashing sword. The moment he saw that smile, Nereus couldnât contain his anger.
Boom!
Suddenly, water gushed out of nowhere and wrapped around Dorothea.
âUgh!â
âPrincess!â
Clara, startled, screamed, and Stephan quickly ran to Dorothea. But the water around Dorothea lifted her up into the air and out of Stefanâs reach. water spirits were seen hovering around Dorothea, who was trapped in the water. It was like water strangling her throat.
âAre you laughing at me? you are a person that even spirits canât handle?â
Nereus gritted his teeth while fiddling with the nape of the neck where the sword had just touched.
âSpirit, the spirit of that damn bastard.â
Dorothy clenched the sword in her hand.
âTo be born a princess without the power of a spirit. Ubera will soon be taken over by Hark.â
Stefan clenched his fists at Nereus. It was then that Stefan met Dorotheaâs eyes.
âDonât do it, Stefan.â
Dorothea shook her head.
Stephanâs fists trembled as he read Dorotheaâs eyes. If Stefan hits Nereus here, things get even bigger. But when Dorothea is in danger, what he has to do is⌠Just protecting Dorothea.
Stefan clenched his teeth. He couldnât stand to see Dorothea suffer any longer. When he was about to attack Nereus.
Srakk!
Dorothea, who was trapped in the water, reached out her sword and cut through the water. Then the water split and the spirits that were hovering around were scattered on the sword.
As soon as the water spirits dispersed, the water surrounding Dorothea also lost its power and spread like an explosion.
At the same time, Dorothea, floating in the air, fell.
âPrincess!â
Stefan reached for Dorothea, who was falling. Fortunately, Dorotheaâs body was cradled in his arms.
âUhuk uhuk!â
Dorothy gasped and coughed.
Clara also ran to her side and looked at her.
âAre you okay, Princess?!â
Clara caressed Dorotheaâs wet forehead and cheeks to check her condition.
âIâm okayâŚâ
âWhat do you mean itâs okay?â
Clara shouted, glaring at Nereus, who had raised himself with the help of his servants.
âWe must formally protest against Hark!â
Clara was swearing with her eyes.
Dorothea caught her breath and looked at Stefan.
âStephan, drop me off.â
Even at Dorotheaâs request, Stefan kept her mouth shut and just looked at her.
âItâs really okay. put me down.â
The two arms that were holding Dorothea eventually lowered her to the ground.
Instead, he covered Dorothea with the knightâs jacket he had.
Dorothea picked up the sword she had dropped from the ground again. And she slowly raised her eyes to see Nereus.
Nereus made eye contact and trembled.
Usually, if you are trapped in the water, you will suffocate and panic, and you will not be able to get out.
However, even in that situation, Dorothea tried to target the water spirit and made the spirit lose her strength. Her calmness, quick judgment of the situation, and boldness and accuracy threaten the spirits by splitting the water.
Dorothy walked over to him, soaking wet.
âYour sword, lift it again.â
Nereus felt a chill that brushed his spine at the word she threw. But he was proud of himself and couldnât bend himself over.
âThe power of spirits is also a means of fighting.â
Just like running fast and agility, and having precise fists, spirits were also individual Skills. So even if you use it, itâs not totally cowardlyâŚ
âYeah, feel free to use it.â
Dorothea came down slowly and swung her sword with her eyes.
Nereus hurriedly raised his sword and stopped her. Dorotheaâs sword drove him incessantly. A cold, sharp sound resounded throughout the mansion.
âThe spirit of water? If I were afraid of that, I wouldnât have been able to trample on Hark before returning.â
When fighting Nereus, it was Dorothea Milanaire who ran first to encourage and inspire among the soldiers who feared the Spirit.
âEven without the power of a spirit, I can stop Hark.â
Nereus and Ray were all chosen to deal with spirits, but Dorothea killed them and ascended to the throne.
SoâŚ
âAs promised, be polite in front of me.â
Her sword reached Nereusâ neck.
* * *
After that, there was little time until the afternoon schedule.
Hark was also very embarrassed by this incident, and I, who was wet, also needed treatment
âYou know how surprised I was?â
Clara grumbled as she dried my wet hair with a towel.
âSurprised? Did Stefan believe I would win?â
I looked at Stephan, who was standing behind me through the mirror. But even Stefan, whom I trusted, looked at me with a stern expression on his face. He also seemed quite upset about this.
âI am really upset, Princess. This must be reported to His Majesty the Emperor. The Prince of Hark harms the Imperial Princess.â Clara said while combing my wet hair.
Are you gonna tell Carnan about this?
I smiled.
He probably wonât even blink an eye. Rather, he may take Harkâs side.