Chapter 264: Lightning Sword Saint's Attendant
Becoming the seventh Sword Saint of Jinas didn't change Riezel's life much.
He was only awarded a dal, not a title of nobility, so aside from gaining the honor and the title of 'Sword Saint', nothing else in his life really changed.
After the award ceremony finished, Riezel imdiately returned to the Frenzel residence, continuing to accept challenges from many swordsn as always.
Naturally, the arena outside the Frenzel residence remained as lively as ever, with crowds gathering daily.
However, the only difference was that, from this day forward, there was no longer a young swordswoman challenging Riezel daily.
Lizbeth no longer arrived early every morning to challenge Riezel but stayed by his side, following him wherever he went.
Seeing this, the other swordsn quickly noticed.
Watching Lizbeth, who now stayed close to Riezel, never leaving his side and patiently waiting while he accepted challenges in the arena without stepping up to fight herself, they exchanged confused looks.
Soon after, they learned a shocking piece of news from one of the Frenzel family's knights.
Lizbeth had beco Riezel's attendant after forming an attendant contract with him, which ant she would no longer challenge him in the arena.
"No, Miss Lizbeth! Why?!"
"Y-Y-You... Why did you beco soone else's attendant?!"
"If she's not gonna challenge anymore, does that an we won't get to see Miss Lizbeth's aweso performances in the arena again?"
"DAMN IT! MY YOUTH IS OVER—!!!"
Several male swordsn, upon hearing the news, wailed on the spot, with so even bursting into tears.
After all, their dream girl was not only no longer stepping into the arena to showcase her 'skills' but had also beco soone else's attendant. To make things worse, this 'soone else' was a young, handso, and powerful man.
Did that an he could make her do whatever he wanted, any way he wanted?
A group of male swordsn imdiately felt as though their dreams were shattered, their souls crushed, causing them to drop to their knees, unable to get up, looking like devoted fans who had just discovered their favorite idol was married.
Of course, so swordsn, whether male or female, reacted differently. After learning the news, they looked at Lizbeth with envy and jealousy.
Becoming the attendant of a Sword Saint?
It was an opportunity most swordsn would kill for!
It couldn't be helped.
Becoming a Sword Saint's attendant was only possible with Riezel, after all.
Other Sword Saints were, in the end, just swordsn, not magicians, so they couldn't use the magic required for an attendant contract.
Riezel, on the other hand, was both a Sword Saint and a Tactical-Class Magician, so he could easily perform the attendant contract—sothing other Sword Saints couldn't do.
Given this, Lizbeth becoming Riezel's attendant ant she had a Sword Saint to guide her whenever she needed it.
Wasn't that the kind of opportunity any swordsman would dream of?
At least, many of the more serious swordsn present couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy and jealousy, causing their minds to race.
'If Miss Lizbeth can beco Sir Riezel's attendant, do we stand a chance too?'
Such a thought eventually crept into the minds of several swordsn.
From their perspective, Lizbeth had likely earned Riezel's attention by challenging him persistently every day and showing exceptional skill and willpower, which led him to choose her as his attendant.
If that was the case, then didn't it an that if they also continued to challenge Riezel with determination and impressive performances every day, they might have a chance at becoming his attendant and receiving his guidance at any ti?
With such a thought, the swordsn's hearts began to burn with excitent.
As a result, Riezel's arena beca even more crowded and lively than before.
—As long as you perform well enough, there's a chance to beco the Lightning Sword Saint's attendant.
Such news spread quickly, attracting more and more swordsn to the Frenzel residence to challenge Riezel.
Riezel was, of course, more than happy with this outco since the more challengers there were, the better it was for him. He was already looking forward to it, curious about how much his status would improve after battling thousands of challengers daily for more than half a month.
Lizbeth, on the other hand, felt bad as she looked at the male swordsn kneeling on the ground, crying their eyes out, seemingly heartbroken.
'Everyone is expecting
to fight, but I let them down... I feel so bad...' Lizbeth thought, feeling guilty.
Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about it.
Marilyn had already told her that, as an attendant, the biggest taboo was going against their master's sword, especially in public. Drawing their sword against their own master would be a great disrespect, sothing that would damage their master's dignity—an absolute no-go.
In the end, she had to muster the courage to face the crowd of heartbroken swordsn.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you all!"
Lizbeth bowed deeply, a graceful motion that caused the sobbing to stop suddenly.
At this mont, all the n's eyes almost instinctively landed on her chest as she apologized.
"Actually, there are so things I can't do with my master during the day, so I have to save them for the night... I'm really sorry! Please forgive !" Lizbeth explained and apologized again.
What she said wasn't wrong.
During the day, Riezel had to accept challenges from others in front of everyone, and as his attendant, she couldn't draw her sword against him at that ti.
Fortunately, once the challenges were over and night fell, Riezel would give her guidance in swordsmanship. At that point, they could spar a bit, which was why Lizbeth had said sothing like that.
However, upon hearing her words, the male swordsn froze on the spot, seemingly misunderstanding sothing.
"...Things you can't do during the day?"
"...Save them for the night?"
Muttering these words with dumbfounded expressions, the male swordsn glanced at each other before suddenly bursting into tears again. Even worse, their cries were louder and more heart-wrenching than before, scaring Lizbeth.
"C-Could you please stop crying?" Lizbeth said with a panicked tone. "I know you're really upset, but there's nothing I can do about it right now! I promise I'll do my best tonight! I won't let you down!"
As soon as she said this, the male swordsn cried even louder.
Seeing this, Lizbeth was completely at a loss, not knowing what to do, so she shot a pleading look at Ian, who was standing nearby.
"Just ignore them."
Ian spoke coldly and quickly dragged Lizbeth away, leaving the heartbroken n behind.
However, ever since then, Riezel noticed that among the swordsn who ca to challenge him each day, so of them, for so reason, would give him hateful glares as soon as they stepped into the arena.
So would even say absurd things.
"Hey, Lord Sword Saint, could you go easy on Miss Lizbeth?"
"She's still young and doesn't really get a lot of things! Don't make her deal with stuff she shouldn't!"
"Yeah, Miss Lizbeth is still young... I an, she might look big in so areas, but that doesn't an she's ready for everything! So, please, don't make her do weird stuff!"
"Seriously, I'm asking you, Lord Sword Saint!"
They would say these nonsensical things to Riezel, completely out of nowhere.
'What the heck are they talking about?'
Riezel could only stand in place, utterly confused.
"Thunderclap and Flash!"
"AAAAAHHHHH—!!!"
At the arena outside the Frenzel residence, this scene played out from ti to ti, always accompanied by laughter.
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Night quietly fell.
In one of the hallways of the Frenzel residence, Riezel and Lizbeth, having finished the day's challenges, were heading in the direction of their rooms.
Riezel was empty-handed, while Lizbeth held a small box full of items in her arms.
"By the way, what's that?"
While walking, Riezel glanced at the box in Lizbeth's arms and asked curiously.
He knew the box was sothing that hadn't been there before, and he had no idea where Lizbeth had gotten it.
Thankfully, it didn't seem like anything weird or dangerous.
"Um, this was sent over from the palace..."
Lizbeth, still hugging the box tightly, took small steps by Riezel's side and replied obediently.
"It's the personal items I left behind at the palace. Fath—His Majesty had soone pack them up for
and send them over here. I just picked them up from the servant."
"I see..." Riezel nodded in understanding. "Still, you sure don't have a lot of stuff, huh?"
Such a small box couldn't possibly hold more than a few pieces of clothing, yet Lizbeth clutched it as if it contained sothing incredibly precious.
"Well... these are things I had before I was taken to the palace... They're all from Grandma Mia..." Lizbeth said softly, a small smile forming on her face. "Other than these, nothing else really matters to ."
In fact, along with the box, the royal palace had also sent over many valuable clothes and jewelry—luxurious items she had accumulated during her ti as a princess.
However, those things didn't hold much significance to her.
Compared to the fancy dresses that scread high-end, she preferred the casual clothes she was wearing now.
As for the priceless jewelry, she felt no attachnt to it at all.
Only the box, filled with her personal items from before she was taken to the royal palace at the age of seven, held any true value in her heart.
"..."
Riezel was quiet for a mont, then smiled at Lizbeth.
"Well, let
help you organize everything."
Since Lizbeth was now living in the Frenzel residence as Riezel's attendant, her room was right next to his.
However, since her room was still a bit disorganized, even though it was suitable for living, it needed so tidying up if she wanted to unpack and set up her personal items.
For this reason, Riezel offered to help.
"N-No, that's okay! I'll be alright by myself!" Lizbeth hurriedly refused.
'Never let your master handle chores' was a rule Marilyn, her ntor, had taught her as an attendant. Nevertheless, even without Marilyn's teachings, she was soone who didn't like to trouble anyone, especially not the person she served.
Unfortunately for her, Riezel wasn't taking no for an answer.
"Alright, there's no need to be so strict with the rules here." Riezel said lightly. "Besides, you've been carrying that sword and now this box—it's gotta be hard to handle them both, right? Let
give you a hand."
Without waiting for Lizbeth to protest further, Riezel took the box from her.
*Pa!*
Just then, a scroll slipped out of the box and rolled to Riezel's feet.
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