The afternoons and evenings belonged to the girls, and if Marshall didn't practice them in the evenings, his craft would surely become rusty. So she ran to the academic affairs office in the Knight Academy, and discussed pulling a practice area for herself, just turn on the lights a little. The school saw that she was a so-called female knight, and stiffly agreed.

"You seem to have had a great time this morning. 】

"Isn't it...... The big-ass knight made us laugh and stroke our hair as we drew our swords. Marshall swung his sword forward as he spoke to Erin, "If they had been pulling their hair vigorously in front of me, I would have stabbed them into a sieve." ”

[Female knights and attractive female knights are not the same kind of people. Back then, your mother was also a charismatic knight. 】

"So you have to keep pulling your hair while you're fighting?" Marshall brandished the magic sword, and a drop of sweat flicked out of the tip of the sword, "I don't feel any charisma." ”

[The real charm is to be powerful, not to be good or bad on the outside.] Of course, your mother is just as beautiful by human standards. 】

Marshall drew his sword sharply, bent his waist backwards, and the tip of the sword rained down on the iron-clad humanoid target in front of him, the tip of the sword collided with the steel, and exploded with a clattering sound. The small and agile wrist shook extremely quickly, the sword flower flickered rapidly in the air, and the hard target actually appeared thirteen or fourteen small holes out of thin air in two or three seconds, and the cut surface of the hole was smooth and flat, without dragging mud and water!

[Don't bring any emotions when you draw your sword, otherwise your sword will be as chaotic as your heart.] 】

Marshall's mood now is not anger, but fear of emptiness. In the next two years, there is a good chance that he will not be able to learn any real swordsmanship. No progress is tantamount to regression, and the little girl can't believe what she will become in two years. At that time, she will also enter the threshold of eight or nine years old, and if she can't do a big career, she will definitely become a tool for political marriage with those so-called "female knights......

She didn't want that! obviously accepted so much help, but ended up like this, she will definitely regret it. The little girl's breathing became more and more rapid, the sound of the impact of the tip of the sword against the target was like raindrops, and a series of anxious and frightened holes fell on the target before it could be recovered.

[Marshall, you need to calm down, if you don't calm down again, I will take certain action. 】

"How do you tell me to calm down? Why should I mess around with them? Marshall turned sideways, his sword slashing from left to right, and the head of the humanoid target slid limply off his shoulder, "Two years!" I don't want to waste my time in the morning putting on a show, eating and drinking in the afternoon, and not doing anything in the evening, just two years like this! ”

[This may seem like an unavoidable question, but it could also be an opportunity.] Swordsmanship has been imprinted in your flesh and bones, all you need to do is to keep tempering and control every muscle in your body to maximize your power. 】

"But ......"

Instead of using the power of the magic sword itself to suppress Marshall's emotions, Erin chose to use this method to explain to her.

[Even if you don't wave me, your body can make movements that meet the standards, precisely because every corner of your body has already written down the moves I taught you. 】

"I can't understand it...... I'm scared that if I can't even protect the people who used to protect me, what kind of embarrassment will it be! I've never met my own mother, but I wish I could catch up with her......"

Marshall swung the magic sword again and again, and her wrist sank little by little, and her body would inevitably get tired after swinging the sword like a vent. She didn't see Erin speak to herself again, picked up the kettle at her feet, and poured it into her mouth one by one. The summer evening breeze was also a little cold, and Marshall shivered.

"It turns out that Miss Marshall would sneak out to practice at night, which is also a funny thing."

Marshall quickly turned behind her, her breath staggering with fear, she didn't want anyone to know about sneaking out to practice swordsmanship. But the red-haired girl in front of her shattered any of her thoughts at this time, and a nameless despair stalked in her throat, and then surged up her tear ducts down her nose, which was very sour.

"You...... You are? Marshall carefully hid the magic sword behind him, and the gauntlet at the hilt of the sword fell again into supple petals, and an elegant golden rose quickly took shape.

"Miss Zibelin? You, how did you end up here? Marshall glanced at the head of the man he had just chopped to the ground, and carefully kicked it off with his right foot.

Zibelin was also dressed in civilian clothes, and the dark red color was very inconspicuous at night. Marshall was practicing his sword in earnest, and naturally did not notice the arrival of the red-haired girl.

The girl giggled, as if she had picked up a brilliant treasure on the ground. She ran to Marshall, put her hands on her shoulders, and said cheerfully, "Let's just be a little casual, shall we?" How about this confidential bargaining chip? ”

"Uh......" Marshall looked behind him in a panic, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his right hand, and now he couldn't help but agree, "Well, okay......"

"Since we're friends, we should confess to each other, shouldn't we?" "Who are you?" said cheerfully. Usually an aristocratic girl like us wouldn't come here at night to practice swords. ”

"My name is indeed Marshall Jones." Marshall's ability to deal with it was excellent, "I was born with this name, I had basic sword training before, huh...... So, I think the content of the day is a bit too casual. ”

"I see...... Zibelin blinked, "Miss Marshall, the princess of Yaris, it is a great honor to be with you to learn swordsmanship." It seems that it is not so easy to become a real princess. ”

"How did you know I was the princess of Yaris?" Marshall was surprised and asked, "Ordinary nobles don't know me." ”

"The Mazmot family has a lot of information channels." Zibelin smiled and said, "Actually, I only know that the princess of Yaris happens to have the same name as you. ”

Marshall pinned the golden rose to his waist: "I guess no one dares to have exactly the same name as me." I am indeed the princess of Yaris, Miss Zibbelin, and I hope that this matter will be a secret between the two of us, though it is likely that it will not be a secret again. ”

"How do you say that? Chums, yes, Chums! That's what I think says, right? Zibelin seemed excited, "The two of us are close friends!" ”

"Uh, well, that's what I should say....... Marshall agreed, "I'll come here every night for extra practice." ”

"Allow me to come and watch. Can you let me learn a little bit as well? Miss Marshall's swordsmanship must be very good, after all, the targets behind her have been beaten to shreds. Zibelin rubbed his hands, "After training, tell me about some interesting things you've experienced before." I can only stay in my little corner on weekdays, and I don't have much freedom to speak of, and I want to hear about you. ”

"I don't have anything pleasant, mostly ......," Marshall said with a wry smile, "not very pleasant." Now that King Charles is on the throne, I'm probably not a royal daughter. ”

"Miss Marshall, believe me, I'm the same person as you. There is no benefit in being alone, only by taking care of each other and taking care of each other, can you walk out of your own way, right? The Mazmot family has a lot of resources, and I'm happy to share them with you, and the price is just a little story. I believe that such a request, you will certainly not be able to refuse. ”

"I know you Mazmot family, very ambitious." Marshall leaned his mouth closer to the kettle and took a sip gently, "Zibelin, since you are already a close friend of mine, I am naturally willing to tell you about my experience, even if it is not so pleasant...... So, you have to be prepared to be used by me, right? ”

"I don't want to be a tool for marriage, and I want you to do too." "I also know that what Mr. America has taught us is almost useless, as everyone knows," said Zibelin. But we must touch the fate imposed on us by our family. ”

"Yes." Marshall nodded in response.

"It's really useless to splurge as much as they want, they are numbing themselves and trying to make temporary pleasures a lifetime of happiness. I don't want that. My two brothers are stupid, and if they fall into their hands, the surname Mazmot will disappear from the Vatican completely......" Zibelin clenched his fists in hatred, but finally forced out a smile, "My intuition tells me that I will learn a lot from you, and that's why I came to you secretly. ”

"I've killed people." Marshall put it bluntly, "The purpose of swinging a sword is simply to hurt others, and you will become as miserable as I am." ”

"But I was able to choose whether I was in pain or not, rather than passively falling into the abyss of joy." Zibelin pursed his lips, "I can be your friend or your follower. ”

"Huh...... It's not easy to be my follower, and besides, I don't have the strength to make people follow me now. ”

"Marshall, you have something that fascinates me." Zibelin took Marshall's hand, "I see a resilient heart in you. ”

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

She remembered that Erin had told herself that her mother had her own order of knights, and that everyone in it was very powerful. If you form your own order, will you be able to make a strong mark on the history of Yaris like your mother?