Translator- Idris
It has been quite a long ti since the promise under the moonlit night, which has been made between the two childhood friends who like to quarrel a lot with each other.
Edgar is now quite used to living in the castle, and he is also close to Lionel and Enya, whom he lived with under the sa roof.
The only regret was that he hadn't been able to fulfill the promise he made to his childhood friend yet, but he didn't dare neglect his goal and trained harder, believing that one day, the opportunity will co.
Just like that.
In the early morning as usual.
A loud noise reverberated in the backyard of the castle belonging to the Grand Duke.
The source is on the patch of trimd grass where Creed and Edgar were competing.
It is also a scene that beca a daily routine every morning after Edgar ca.
Edgar's opponent is almost twice the size as him, but he didn't back down and stood straight across from his opponent.
The audience of their match, Lionel and Enya, his two roommates stood at the side lines.
Even so of the personal guards from the House of Grand Ducal, ca and sat down to watch the match, and they were all watching with utter seriousness, without a trace of looking at the match as if it were a child play.
"Oh, my".
"Still slow! Move more concisely!"
At Creed's outcry, Edgar increased his speed further, strutting out his chest and barely striking the incoming wooden sword.
Then, Creed, who was retrieving the wooden sword, changed his movent along the way and this ti, he tried to hit Edgar's right shoulder from top to bottom.
!
Edgar, who had already reached up to strike the opponent's wooden sword, recognized that he would be a beat late to parry with the incoming sword which had just changed its direction.
And it would also be ambiguous to stop Creed's attack at this angle.
Edgar has already swung his sword towards a direction and with faster speed at that.
"No, it's not."
As soon as his mind thought that this plan was crazy, without even thinking for a beat, Edagr's hand moved even faster than before and swung his sword from top to bottom.
This will work.
His intuition based on his experience of wielding a sword was telling him.
Efficient move.
In the anti, he tried to move his body to the left as much as possible and escape the range of attack that was about to touch his right shoulder.
Creed's hand stopped as soon as their swords crossed, along with the breaking sound of the wooden sword tearing through the air.
Hit it!
?
Edgar's wooden sword, which had been swung as it was, accurately hit Creed's chest, and on the contrary, Creed's wooden sword, which was aiming for Edgar's shoulder, was not touched and for a mont, their attack suspended in mid-air.
Edgar, who was surprised that Creed suddenly stopped attacking, blinked his eyes and looked up at him, who was one head larger than himself.
Creed, made eye contact with him, smiled and held Edgar's wooden sword that was poking at his chest.
"That's it for today's training. The last attack was a very good judgnt."
"Oh, thank you for your hard work!"
Creed is actually a man who is stingier with praise than he thought.
But today, seeing Creed complinting the last attack with a very satisfied expression, it ans that his last attack really was a sharp one.
Edgar, surprised at this, looked at the other blankly, and belatedly bowed deeply to express his gratitude for his hard work.
"Wow! Edgar, your last attack was amazing! Right, En?"
"Uh, yeah I don't know much about swordsmanship, but I think it was really sharp.
Lionel, who was watching the high-quality competition of the two, ran first and praised Edgar to the point where Edgar felt embarrassed.
Enya is a stranger to this field, but even to her, the last attack was great, so she affird Lionel's words.
"Thank you. I guess it was okay for you to say that."
To be honest, Edgar didn't make the last attack out of consciousness.
In other words, his body moved before his mind.
Creed would have reacted late and followed with another attack if he were to avoid the attack in that situation.
And it was normal to not engage in such monts, even if it is to counterattack.
Nevertheless, it was the difference between the two people, and was the first Edgar noticed at the last minute that he was sure his attack would work.
That's because Creed's physique and height are bigger than Edgar's.
In other words, assuming that it is equally swung from top to bottom, Edgar's sword is relatively faster to reach Creed's body.
However, in this case, they ignore the concept of muscle strength.
Of course, he didn't think that far in that short mont.
He just swung his sword because he was convinced that this blow would work before he even compared himself to the opponent's physique which was in front of him.
"It's amazing to , too."
Edgar repeatedly held and opened his hands, as if his senses were still strange.
Does it an that his skills have improved that much? It seems that the training so far does not go wasted.
"Hwee! That's great, Edgar!"
"You did a great job. Why don't you co here and have a snack?
Soldiers from the Robeheim family, who were watching it from afar, also praised his swordsmanship by whistling and cheering.
Edgar has stayed here for nearly half a year and has been competing with Creed every morning.
And these soldiers were also those who watched his growth by appreciating the couple's training like a daily morning routine, unless sothing special happened.
They wouldn't have ever known that the boy who used to be beaten up in the hands of Sir Creed at first, will be able to strike a powerful blow like this one day.
It was really an improvent that is beyond their imagination.
Among the soldiers who have often watched the two n's battle recently, there were even half-jokes and half-truths that Edgar might threaten their positions in the near future.
"I am not taking away the breakfast you guys should be eating, right?"
Edgar approached the hoard of guards, with a smile at the corner of his lips, and accepted the food they handed over, which seed like dried at.
It was quite spicy and tasted good, probably sprinkled with spices on the outside.
Did they make it themselves?
If so, it would be useful to learn how to make it another ti.
He ate another one, thinking of another possibility, that if it was sold outside then he should find out where they are sold.
Yonsuk-ah, we dont have much age difference, but you call hyung'. It makes feel like an old man.
[T: Yonsuk stands for idealism, intuition, generosity. It probably is a title or pet na given to Edgar by the guards as they didn't know Edgar's real identity. This is purely my guess!!]
Ah, to be honest, youre in your mid-thirties, but isnt hyung a little like that?
"Ha ha, I can't outwit you, young man."
When the man who declared his surrender exaggeratedly with his hands raised, Edgar giggled and sat down on the grass and joined in on the story.
He hasn't been here for very long, but he's been fortunate enough to beco quite friendly with the people around him.
It also played a role that most of them were friendly to him, except for the high officials who stayed inside the castle.
More than anything, he felt relieved because they all seem to be good people.
Hey, his skills are enough to join the guard. Is not it? Raphael.
Honestly, with this guy's talents, the guard's position is too shallow for him. Looking at the growth rate, I think he will reach sowhere higher.
"I'm glad you think so highly of ."
Well, Edgar also had no intention of ending up in the position of guard.
Because what he was aiming for was high up there.
Its still so high.
Edgar smiled bitterly as he looked toward the balcony where Ariel lived.
He has climbed up there several tis since their promise, but still, he can't help but think that there is still a long way for him to pass through that door officially as a friend and confidently entering her room.
There was no need to be impatient, but neither was it leisurely.
Because he knew better than anyone that the patience of that immature princess would not last very long.
Co to think of it, the head of the family is taking a long ti this ti.
Dont talk. The resistance of those guys is quite strong this ti.
Edgar, staring out onto the balcony, listened to the conversation behind him.
The story of Ariel's father, the head of the Robeheim family, whom he has not yet seen even though he has been living here for nearly half a year.
He couldn't help but be interested.
What kind of person is the head of this place?
My lord? Edgar, have you never seen the head of the family since you ca here?
Unfortunately.
Edgar shrugged his shoulders and replied indifferently.
He would normally have a chance to see the man even from a distance, but for so reason, he really didn't see the man even once.
At this point, he wondered if soone was forcibly blocking their eting.
If I had to put it that way, hes like the crystallization of toughness.
Even though he might break, he wouldnt bend Anyway, just looking at the head will make your hamstrings tingle.
At the words of the two private guards, Edgar fell into thought.
Sohow, it seed like a rough impression of the family head was being drawn in his mind.
To put it mildly, the family head in his imagination must be soone with a similar physique and body the size of Creed, but with the exact opposite personality.
The lines on his face are thick, his tone of voice is stiff, and his expression changes are not clear.
Putting aside personality, it is certain that he is the kind of person who is difficult to deal with just by looking at his appearance.
However, judging from Helena's remarks that Ariel resembled her father in her personality, the head's actual personality may be contrary to his expectations.
He was in the middle of a conversation with the guards, thinking that they would et soday.
Creed, who played as Leonel and Enya's opponent from afar, made eye contact with Edgar, and suddenly bobbed his head back.
What happened? I was just thinking about eting her .'
It was a kind of signal between the two people who had been together often for the past half year.
Creed actions ant Ariel wants to et you.
It seems that his childhood friend, who was extrely busy, has so free ti today.
Then they should go out to play together.
Edgar stood up lightly from his seat and brushed off a piece of grass from his buttocks.
The man called Raphel, who was watching this, ssed around with the dried at and then spoke with a questioning voice.
You look busy today?
Edgar, who used to talk more normally, got up quite quickly today.
What's wrong with the guy who always spent his ti privately like an old man?
Yes, there is soone I need to et.
" And who is that person?
Oh, by any chance, is that a girl?
After his question, Raphel, the man smirked and raised his little finger.
At that, Edgar smiled and shrugged his shoulders, saying neither yes nor no.
Are you going to et your girlfriend?
"what Yes?"
Oh, shit. Is she pretty?
How surprised these people would be if they knew that the person Edgar was going to et today was the only daughter of their family.
[T: their family' it's becoz, the guards are personal guards of the Robeheim family.]
He wanted to surprise them, but because he knew it wasn't the right ti yet, Edgar swallowed his words and smiled mysteriously.
Then he picked up his wooden sword from the ground, put it in his belt, and threw out a sentence lightly.
"I don't know if she is pretty, but I think she is a little cute."
Then, from behind, there was an exclamation of Oh-oh! and so voices saying that he already had a sweetheart, but he ignored their remarks and moved on to the road to his temporary ho.
Perhaps he will be beaten to death if he retells this story to Ariel.
Still, regardless of the danger, he is quite curious about the girl's reaction, so it wouldn't be bad to try it out today.
It must be fun.'
Already excited at the thought of making fun of his childhood friend, Edgar's legs moved more cheerly.
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