"Smack!" The lead-filled wooden sword slammed into Anson's shoulder, but the little prince who was in pain gritted his teeth and refused to shout, and danced the hilt of his right hand, and stabbed straight out without looking.

"Relax your shoulders, your steps are too stiff and more natural. A faint smile appeared on Edward's face, and the blade of the wooden sword almost pierced his ear - but only closer, still far from being stabbed.

But the little prince didn't seem to have any intention of listening to him, and still pounced on him like a cheetah, his grinning face was full of anger, and he wanted to tear his attendant military attache to pieces in the next second, and the heavy wooden sword slashed at his head mercilessly.

Before the "sword edge" fell, the wooden sword in Edward's left hand was like a poisonous snake, and it stabbed Anson's right hand holding the sword fiercely, disrupting the little prince's offensive at once, and the whole person seemed to be about to fall apart and retreated a few steps back before barely standing firmly, and then raised the wooden sword in his hand again, rushed up with unparalleled momentum, and repeated what had just happened.

The two wooden swords collided back and forth with a crisp sound, and Edward tried his best to imitate the method that Knight Leonardo had taught him swordsmanship, deliberately repeating the same steps to get Anson used to his own rhythm, and then slowly adjusting to make him know how to swing the sword.

But it was clear that Anson was far more interested in the challenge than in teaching—even if he was struck in the shoulder, chest, or arm by the wooden sword again and again, or fell directly to the ground, there was no trace of chagrin or anger in the little prince's expression, only unparalleled excitement and excitement. Then he waved his sword again and confronted Edward.

The only thing that must be admitted is that, although less than a year has passed, the little prince's physical fitness and swordsmanship have improved greatly compared to the original—Edward now even has to rely on his own strength, not mere skill, to suppress the prince's rapid progress.

It seems that the people of the Marcherus family are not ordinary people...... Somehow, Edward suddenly remembered the Duke of Berion, who was obviously seriously injured. It's incredible that you can regain your consciousness just after crawling back from the brink of death.

"Come again, it's not time to rest yet!" the little prince climbed out of the sand pit very excitedly, not caring that the silk clothes on his body were already full of sand and dirt: "I still have the strength, do it again!"

"No, I think a morning's training is enough, Your Highness Anson. Edward smiled and shook his head, then pointed to a petite figure hiding behind the door, "Moreover, Princess Adele has been waiting for you for a long time - as a knight." It's rude to keep a lady waiting. ”

"I think you're just trying to find an excuse not to practice swords with me. The little prince muttered angrily, threw the wooden sword out casually, and fell steadily into the barrel next to him: "I guess my little progress may not be enough for you to fight with one hand in the eyes of Viscount Edward, right?"

"There, you've made a lot of progress. Edward deliberately avoided the question and replied with a smile, "You know, not everyone is able to pick up a sword and fight decently at your age. ”

"Of course—they don't have the blood of a flaming eagle in their veins. Nor is it a future king. Proud Anson snorted softly, and suddenly opened the door angrily. The little princess Adele, who was hiding behind and peeking at her, was startled, screaming and hiding a few steps behind.

"What are you doing here?" the little prince looked a little unhappy and impatient: "This is where I practice, and you are not allowed to play with rag dolls here." ”

"I didn't play with rag dolls, Brother Anson!" The little princess Adele was not afraid of him at all, and her small mouth was so pouted that she could hang the necklace, "I came in the morning." It's not because I've waited so long. ”

"It's obvious that someone doesn't want to listen to his father, so he has to be lazy in the name of practice - at least I know that I have to listen to what my father says, so I don't like Anson's brother, who has never been well-behaved!"

"Then why do you have to hide behind the door, why don't you just walk in?" Anson, whose face was flushed, blurted out without even thinking about it: "I don't want to see Edward Wetwood yet." But I don't dare to say it directly, so sneaky!"

"You, I, I, I don't have ......" The little princess who was still in high spirits just now couldn't speak at once, her little face was red like an apple, bright red and beautiful that people couldn't wait to take a bite, looking at the embarrassed and shy look, it was indescribably cute.

"I beg your pardon for being rude, but can I ask more?" Edward stepped forward slowly, and asked softly, "What important task has His Majesty Horace entrusted to His Highness?"

Seeing Edward coming, Adele hid to the side as if she was frightened, but the little hand covering her face couldn't help but open to reveal a few gaps, and her eyes flashed with water.

"Father told us to visit Uncle Berrion who was assassinated, and then to visit him and see if he was well. The little prince said in a tone of utter disdain, "What I want to say is terrible - we don't know him at all, we have somehow returned from Hantu City, and now we have met the Assassin again, and only the Radiant Cross knows what else awaits him!"

"Of course, the guy who dared to assassinate him was also a heinous crime - in any case, Uncle Berrion was a member of the royal family of Marcherus, and to hurt him was to provoke the majesty of the kingdom, and it was absolutely unforgivable!"

"So, what is your decision?" asked Edward, seemingly casually, "will you not hesitate to carry out the orders of your father, His Majesty Horace, or will you decide not to go anyway?"

"Of course I still have to go, after all, my father is the king of Turin. Anson, who was dejected, shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Anyway, it's just to see him, after all, he's also my father's younger brother, my uncle, and can't go too far." ”

"By the way, if we have to go, let's make this matter bigger, anyway, we don't need to visit Uncle Berion secretly!" The little prince's eyes lit up, as if he had suddenly thought of a good idea: "In this way, it will also be very grand, and it can also show the importance of this matter, and the care that my father cares about him." ”

That's right...... Edward nodded in surprise, but his surprise was not in the things Anson had said, but in the fact that he was able to say such things, and at the same time was just a child who didn't even have an adult - it was a talent without a teacher, wasn't it?

"I want you to do this, Edward. Anson looked excited, even more excited than when he had just practiced: "You must make the form as big as possible, and it is better to let as many nobles as possible know that His Royal Highness Anson has gone to visit his uncle, the Duke of Berion!"

"Wouldn't that be a bit inappropriate?" Adele showed a hesitant expression, obviously worried: "Uncle Berion must be in need of rest and recuperation now, and he may ...... if we do this."

"How come? I went to visit my uncle as a nephew, how could he be unhappy?" the little prince retorted unceremoniously: "Besides, this is my father's order, shouldn't Uncle Berion see how much my father values him?!"

"That's it, today...... No, we'll go tomorrow!"

"Yes, Your Highness. A smile crossed Edward's lips, as if he had seen the bustle outside the Duke of Barrion's house.

Of course, what he wanted to see more was Berion's expression after he knew about it. (To be continued......)