Chapter 7

Seria Yurdina was a coward.

It has been that way since childhood. Fear was akin to a survival skill for her, who was ignored since her birth because of her origins. Fear and the longing to escape from this type of life.

In order not to return to such a miserable life, and to break free from her shameful past, she devoted herself to the way of the sword.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for her hard work to bear fruit.

On the day she arrived at Yurdina’s castle, she felt a strange pleasure when she saw the restlessness of the servants of the lord’s castle, the same ones who used to look down at her.

Yes, this is the view reserved only for the strong.

Only the weak remain vigilant around the strong. Every time they meet the eyes of a strong, they freeze, tremble, and hesitate, trying to understand the other person’s intentions.

Since she held the sword, she could no longer feel that tension.

The only exceptions were those two, her father and her step-sister. Even then, her father was now ill and had barely any strength left.

So, when she stood in front of Ian again after the duel, she felt once again that long forgotten sensation.

Every time she saw Ian her body trembled, her muscles stiffened, her heart rate increased, and her breathing became rough at the memory of the violent brutality she went through.

Scared. The helplessness she felt last time, the pain imprinted in every nook and cranny of her entire body, even his ruthless sword attacks.

She could stand none of that. She felt as if she had returned to the despondent condition she lived in during her childhood, so Seria clenched her teeth and grabbed her wooden sword.

I will overcome it.

By overcoming this, she will prove her worth once again.

Her enemy, Ian, seems a little uneasy, but he nonetheless accepted her request for a revenge match. He was the same opponent who overwhelmed her completely last week.

It was funny to ask for a rematch after only a week, but for Seria, this was a matter more important than anything else.

This time I’ll win. Last time I mistakenly underestimated my adversary’s skills. This time I will fight with all my strength while being in the most perfect condition possible.

Thus, Seria immediately rushed to him even before Derek finished saying ‘Let’s start!’.

Her sword didn’t take a straight course. A little slant, but enough to make contact between her sword and her opponent’s body.

Her body was stiff from tension, but her long training did not betray her. Her sword made contact with her opponent’s body.