The afternoon and evening time belonged to the girls themselves. If Marshall did not practice at night, her skills would definitely become rusty. So she ran to the Academic Affairs Office of the Knight Academy and discussed setting up a practice area for herself and lighting up a little light.

That's fine. Seeing that she was a so-called female knight, the school agreed stiffly.

【You seem to have had a very pleasant time this morning.】

"Isn't it...that big-assed knight made us laugh and flip our hair when he drew his sword." Marshall waved his sword forward while talking to Eileen, "If they had been in front of me at that time,

If you pull your hair vigorously, I would have smashed them into sieves."

[Female knights and charming female knights are not the same person. Back then, your mother was also a charming female knight. 】

"So you have to keep flipping your hair during the battle?" Marshall waved the magic sword, a drop of sweat dripping from the tip of the sword, "I don't find it attractive at all."

[The real charm is strength, not good or bad appearance. Of course, your mother is also beautiful according to human standards.]

Marshall drew his sword fiercely and bent his body backwards. The sword tips hit the human-shaped target made of iron shells in front of him like a shower. The sword tips collided with the steel and made a crisp clanging sound.

The small and nimble wrist shook very quickly, the sword flower flashed rapidly in the air, and thirteen or four small holes appeared out of thin air in the hard target in two or three seconds. The cut surface of the hole was smooth and flat, without any sloppiness!

[Don’t have any emotions when drawing your sword, otherwise your sword will be as chaotic as your heart.]

Marshall's current mood is not anger, but fear caused by emptiness. In the next two years, he will probably not be able to learn any real swordsmanship. No progress is equivalent to regression. The little girl will not

I can believe what she will become in two years. By then, she will also be eight or nine years old. If she is unable to do a big career, she will definitely become the same as those so-called "female knights"

A tool for political marriage...

She didn't want this! She had obviously accepted so much help, but ended up like this. She would definitely regret it to death. The little girl's breathing became more and more rapid, and the impact of the sword tip and the target made a sound like raindrops.

In the future, a series of anxious and frightening holes will appear on the target that has not yet been fully restored.

[Marshall, you need to calm down. If you don’t calm down, I will take certain actions. 】

"How do you ask me to calm down? Why do I need to accompany them to fool around?" Marshall turned sideways, and the sword light passed from left to right, and the head of the humanoid target fell weakly from his shoulders.

Go on, "Two whole years! I don't want to waste my time on just showing off every morning, eating and drinking in the afternoon, and doing nothing at night. It's just like this two years of confusion!"

[This seems to be an unavoidable problem, but it may also be an opportunity. Swordsmanship has been imprinted in your flesh and blood. All you need to do is to continue to exercise and control every muscle in your body before you can use the power.

maximize.】

"but......"

Irene did not use the power of the magic sword itself to suppress Marshall's emotions, but chose to use this method to explain to her.

[Even if you don't swing me, your body can still make standard movements, precisely because every corner of your body has already memorized the moves I taught you. 】

"I can't understand...I'm very scared. What an embarrassment it would be if I couldn't protect the people who protected me in the past! I have never met my mother, but I hope I can catch up to her even a little bit.

....."

Marshall swung the magic sword time and time again, and her wrist sank bit by bit. After waving the sword in a venting manner, her body would inevitably become tired. She didn't see Eileen talking to her anymore, so she picked up the kettle at her feet and took a sip.

He poured it into his mouth. The summer evening breeze was a bit cold, and Marshall shivered.

"It turns out that Miss Marshall secretly comes out to practice at night, which is quite interesting."

Marshall quickly turned behind her, her breath stagnating due to fear. She didn't want anyone to know that she secretly came out to practice swordsmanship. But the red-haired girl in front of her shattered any thoughts at this moment.

A nameless despair lodged in his throat, and then surged up his nose to his tear ducts, which was very sour.

"You...are you?" Marshall carefully hid the magic sword behind his back, and the guard on the hilt re-disintegrated into soft petals that fell down, and an elegant golden rose quickly took shape.

"Miss Zeppelin? You, why are you here?" Marshall glanced at the head that he had just cut off on the ground with his peripheral vision, and carefully kicked it away with his right foot.

Qibelin was also wearing casual clothes. The dark red color was very inconspicuous at night. Marshall was practicing his sword seriously and naturally did not notice the arrival of the red-haired girl.

The girl giggled, as if she had picked up a bright and clear treasure on the ground. She ran up to Marshall, put her hands on her shoulders, and said cheerfully: "Let's just be a little more casual, okay?"

?How about just using it as a bargaining chip to keep it secret this time?"

"Uh..." Marshall looked behind him in panic and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with his right hand. He had no choice but to agree now, "Well, okay..."

"Since we are friends, we should be honest with each other, right?" Qibelin said cheerfully, "Who are you? Normally noble girls like us would not come here to practice sword practice at night."

"My name is indeed Marshall Jones." Marshall's coping ability is very good. "I was born with this name. I have received basic swordsmanship training before, um... So, I feel that the content during the day is a bit too casual.

Already."

"So that's it..." Qibelin blinked, "The princess of Yaris, Miss Marshall, is very honored to learn swordsmanship with you. It seems that if you want to become a real princess, you must also

It’s not that easy.”

"How did you know that I am the princess of Yaris?" Marshall asked in surprise, "Ordinary nobles should not know me."

"The Mazmot family has many information channels." Zebelin said with a smile, "Actually, I only know that the name of the princess of Yaris happens to be the same as yours."

Marshall pinned the golden rose around his waist: "I guess no one would dare to have the same name as me. I am indeed the princess of Yaris, Miss Zebelin. I hope this matter can become a secret between the two of us, although

It’s very likely that it won’t be a secret anymore.”

"How should I say it? Close friends, yes, close friends! That's what I should say, right?" Qibelin seemed very excited, "The two of us are close friends!"

"Uh, well, that's what I should say..." Marshall had no choice but to agree, "Every night, I will come here for extra practice."

"Please allow me to come and watch. Can you also let me learn? Miss Marshall must be very good at swordsmanship. After all, the targets behind her have been beaten to pieces." Qibelin rubbed his hands, "After the training,

In the future, please tell me some interesting things you have experienced before. You can only stay in my little corner on weekdays, and there is no freedom at all. I want to hear things about you."

"I don't have any pleasant things, most of them are..." Marshall said with a wry smile, "Not very pleasant things. Now that King Charles is on the throne, I may not be a princess."

"Miss Marshall, please believe me, I am the same person as you. There is no benefit in being alone. Only by taking care of each other can we find our own path, right? The resources of the Mazmot family

There are many, and I am happy to share them with you, and the price is just a few small stories. I believe you will not be able to refuse such a request."

"I know that your Mazmot family is very ambitious." Marshall put his mouth close to the kettle and took a sip. "Qibelin, since you are already a close friend of mine, I am naturally willing to tell you my experience.

, even if it’s not that pleasant... Then, you have to be prepared to be used by me, right?”

"I also don't want to become a tool for marriage, and I hope you do the same." Zeppelin said seriously, "I also know that what Mr. America taught us is almost useless, and everyone knows it.

But we must come into contact with the fate imposed on me by my family."

"Yes." Marshall nodded in response.

"There is actually no use in spending as much as you want. They are all numbing themselves, trying to turn temporary happiness into lifelong happiness. I don't want this. My two brothers are extremely stupid. If they fall into their hands, then Mazmo will

The special surname will disappear completely in the Vatican..." Zebelin clenched his fists bitterly, but in the end he forced a smile and said, "My intuition tells me that I will start from

I learned a lot from you, which is why I followed you secretly."

"I have killed people." Marshall said bluntly, "The purpose of swinging the sword is just to hurt others, and you will become as miserable as me."

"But I can choose whether I am in pain or not, instead of passively falling into the abyss of joy." Zeppelin pursed his lips, "I can be your friend or your follower."

"Haha... It's not easy to be my follower. What's more, I don't have the strength for people to follow me now."

"Marshall, you have something that fascinates me." Zeppelin took Marshall's hand, "I see a tough heart in you."

Marshall didn't react. She swallowed and nodded slowly, with a rare light relief in her eyes.

She thought that Irene had once said to herself that her mother had her own knights, and everyone in it was very powerful. If she formed her own knights, would she be able to be like her mother in the history of Yaris?
Chapter completed!