What he saw before his eyes was the figure of Ophelia wildly wielding a dark black sword.
Bahamut was stunned for a mont at the sight of her fluid yet complex movents. It was more like she was performing a kind of sword dance rather than simply swinging the sword at random.
Its cool in a way, it seems like performing a combo in a fighting ga
There were things like that in the gas of his original world, so Bahamut associated the swordsmanship with that even after he was transferred to this other world.
Ophelia skillfully handled the longsword that would be difficult for even Bahamut to wield, as she cut through the air with her sharp skills.
Bahamut continued to spectate Ophelias sword practice without saying anything for a while. The feeling she gave him was sothing entirely different, as she was a person who would later beco one of the strongest swordsman in the world.
And
Shaaa!
Hee-eok, hee-eok, hee-euk
Ophelia sighed heavily as she perford the last swing for the day, while drenched in sweat.
Seeing that, Bahamut started to clap without realizing it.
Ah.. lo Lord Bahamut!
Only now did Ophelia discover that Bahamut was watching her at the sudden sound of the applause.
In response, she imdiately put her sword in its scabbard and bowed her head respectfully toward Bahamut.
That was great! Its been a while since I got to witness such marvelous swordsmanship.
Thank you. Lord Bahamut.
Ophelia blushed slightly at Bahamuts praise.
Her current appearance wasnt simply because of the intense training, but Bahamut continued talking while looking at her without recognizing that fact.
Do you train like this every day? Thats great too! If it were , it would have been impossible.
As a servant who protects her master, I am just doing what I should.
Honestly, even in his original world, Bahamut had stopped going to the gym only after a few days, so what he said just now was quite true. But, Ophelia took that as a complint.
Lord Bahamut, you are here. We are here to inform you that the al is ready.
The voices of the servants interrupted them.
Ah has it already been prepared? All right, then lets go.
As Bahamut was about to head to the dining room, he suddenly looked at Ophelia, who seed to be making a sad expression with her eyes.
The mont he saw it, the story of Ophelia, a woman he had read about in the novel, began to appear in Bahamuts mind.
She was a female warrior who had always lived a lonely life without being protected by anyone.
In the end, she entrusted herself to a lord who persecuted and tyrannized his people.
Nevertheless, Ophelia eventually sacrificed her life for the lord who first recognized and mistreated her talent.
Fortunately, there is a high possibility that such a future wont happen now.
A lonely and pitiful woman who had never been truly loved, and had to die without being able to express even the love she had for Isaac, the protagonist.
Recalling that fact, Bahamut felt deep compassion and spoke to Ophelia.
Thats good. It looks like its just in ti of dinner. If its okay, you can join as well.
Yes? Ha.. but.. how could I do sothing like that
Whats wrong with doing that? Ive heard people say that food tastes better with company or sothing.
Thatisnt that
Bahamut half-jokingly said to Ophelia.
Im sorry, but please prepare a al for Ophelia. Would that be possible?
Of course. I will do that, Lord Bahamut.
Bahamut imdiately gave an order to Ophelia, who was still at a loss for words, and after that, she started walking behind Bahamut, at a loss for what to do. Her deanor was completely opposite of when she was performing sword dance without hesitation just before.
Lets eat then.
Yes I will eat well.
Luxurious and plentiful food was placed in front of their eyes.
Looking at the exquisitely cooked ingredients, Ophelia was having a hard ti utilizing the knife and fork she had never used before.
And such a scene was unexpectedly giving a fresh feeling to Bahamut.
Wow Ophelia, who would slash and kill thousands with her long sword, is having trouble holding that little knife
Seeing the timid appearance of the woman who would later be called the Demoness of the Battlefield, Bahamut felt that she was a little cute and spoke to her while holding the tableware in front of her eyes.
Now look. You have to do it like this.
Ah
Then Bahamut skillfully cut the at with his knife and puts it in his mouth with the fork.
Seeing this, Ophelia began slicing the at with the most awkward movents, like a child who had just received a spoon.
After going through a process where the sauce splashed and the at almost slipped several tis along the way, Ophelia finally succeeded in putting the at in her mouth with great effort.
Watching this, Bahamut held back the feeling of wanting to applaud, and asked with a smile on his lips without realizing it.
How is it? Delicious?
Yes really its really delicious! This is the first ti Ive ever eaten sothing this delicious
Ophelia expressed her happiness with a sincere expression.
Bahamut also felt that he was in a good mood without even knowing it, and he, too, devoted himself to the al.
Properly cooked steaming at and freshly baked bread. Various grilled vegetables accompanied by a glass of wine.
The first ti he ate it, the food had also brought him much happiness, but now Bahamut was feeling happiness in another way, which was completely different than the feeling he had gotten used to.
He watched as Ophelia eagerly put the food into her mouth with awkward hand movents beside him.
It was just a simple al, but seeing her be so happy with just that, Bahamut began to think that it was really a good idea to bring her here.
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