Grand Duke's Beloved Granddaughter

Adrian quickly rolled over and took up a guarded stance again. In the past, I would have just fallen to the floor, but now I knew I could use the falling technique to roll over and get up again with only a small amount of damage. From my perspective, Adrian was definitely improving little by little. This is why I can’t wait to spar with other people. Since the growth was visible, you probably wanted to compare your skills with others. To check what level you are at. This was a common type among prosecutors. People who constantly compete with others to confirm their position. Adrian seemed to be just that type. And it seemed like the person Adrian was most targeting in the current situation was me. Although I am of a similar age, I was the last to start learning the sword. Even if I were Adrian, he would have thought of me as a rival. Because they are the ones with the most similar conditions. But unfortunately, it was too early for Adrian to beat me. Growth wasn’t just for Adrian. I also grew a little more while receiving swordsmanship training from Brian. I myself can feel that my swordsmanship is changing steadily, so Adrian, who is sharing the sword with me, will feel it even more clearly. I dodged the wooden sword stabbing towards me and immediately lifted Adrian’s wrist with the pommel part of the wooden sword.

 

“Ishh!”

 

Adrian let go of his wooden sword due to the pain he felt in his wrist. The wooden sword that escaped Adrian’s hand flew through the air, drew a parabola, and fell awkwardly to the dirt floor. Without missing that moment, I immediately moved the wooden sword I was holding and brought it to Adrian’s neck. It was a clean victory.

 

“I won, right?”

 

I said to Adrian jokingly. Adrian pursed his lips and nodded. 

 

“Mirabell wins!”

 

Brian declared my victory with a satisfied look on his face.

 

“Is your wrist okay?”

 

I retrieved the wooden sword and checked Adrian’s wrist.

 

“Aya! it hurts!”

 

Adrian complained of pain as if it hurt just from me holding it. He absentmindedly let go of his hand and held it again. Confirmation was necessary for treatment. When he rolled up his sleeves, Adrian’s wrists were visible. His wrist was already red and swollen. He seemed to be in a lot of pain.

 

“Mirabell, could you wait a moment?”

 

As I looked around anxiously, Brian approached Adrian. As soon as he left, Brian took the medicine out of his pocket and put a few drops on Adrian’s wrist. A white light glowed from his hand and then disappeared.

 

“It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

 

Adrian, who was frowning due to the pain, smiled at Brian as if he was feeling better thanks to the treatment.

 

“Fortunately, the training is good, but please think about your body as well.”

 

As Brian spoke, Adrian burst into laughter. I smiled bitterly at that sight.

 

“Do you still want to spar even though you’re hurt like this?”

 

I asked Adrian bluntly. Adrian looked at me with subtle eyes and smiled again.

 

“How nice it is to spar with Mirabelle. Mirabelle, you are stronger than me. Plus, they always do attacks that I don’t expect. Every time I spar with you, it’s all new and fun.”

 

Seeing Adrian laughing heartily, I also laughed softly. After finishing his treatment, Adrian immediately picked up his wooden sword that had fallen to the floor. Then, after lightly shaking off the dust on his wooden sword, he raised his head and looked for Geoffrey.

 

“Jeffrey! Mirabelle and I competed once, so now you and I will spar.”

 

“All right.”

 

At Adrian’s suggestion, Jeffrey obediently approached Adrian. I took a few steps back from them to get out of the way and stood next to Brian. Brian smiled and patted my head once.

 

“Bell. Just like His Royal Highness, your skills are improving day by day. It is commendable.”

 

“Thank you for saying that, uncle.”

 

When I smiled in response, Brian also laughed quietly. After that, Adrian and Jeffrey were sparring, so I raised my head and focused my attention on the two people. Unlike Adrian, who was holding the sword in a standard posture, Jeffrey was holding the sword lightly, as if he didn’t know how to hold it. His posture didn’t seem very serious either. He looked as if he didn’t really want to hold the sword. I blinked my eyes a few times, wondering why this was happening. But Jeffrey had his wooden sword hanging down. Even though he had never learned how to use a sword, when he picked up a sword, he was at least expected to use it as a weapon to guard against his opponents. But Jeffrey wasn’t like that. He meant that it was a situation that could not be interpreted even by saying that he had never learned how to use a sword. While dealing with Jeffrey, Adrian seemed to be concentrating his mind and taking note of each of Jeffrey’s actions. Jeffrey took one look at Adrian and then quickly withdrew his gaze from him. Then he looked down at his wooden sword. Adrian leapt quickly without missing the opportunity. The distance narrowed in an instant, and Adrian’s wooden sword was rushing toward Jeffrey’s neck. It was a moment when even Brian thought that Jeffrey had lost so absurdly that he tried to make a move to prevent him from getting injured. Jeffrey, who narrowly avoided Adrian’s sword by twisting his body, raised the hand that was not holding his sword and grabbed Adrian’s collar, throwing him to the floor.

 

“Ahh!”

 

In an instant, Adrian, who was thrown to the floor, screamed. Adrian rolled around so hard that he couldn’t get up easily. Jeffrey looked down at Adrian, who was moaning on the floor, and then looked at me with an embarrassed face. Then he scratched his cheek and opened his mouth.

 

“Mirabell, what should we do? I think he’s in a lot of pain.”

 

At those words, I hurriedly ran towards Adrian. Brian was also there.

 

“Ah, it hurts…”

 

Adrian was complaining of pain because he fell without being able to use the falling technique.

 

“I will do it. I also have many treatments.”

 

It seemed like Brian was trying to use the cure, so I stopped him. Since he was going to the temple, it wouldn’t be strange for him to have a cure that could be found at the temple. It would be easier to treat using divine power, but it was still better to be careful in crowded places. I immediately opened the cap of the medicine and sprayed it on Adrian. The cure was quickly absorbed into Adrian’s body.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

Brian asked Adrian with concern. Adrian touched his waist and nodded.

 

“It hurts, but it’s bearable. Wow! I really thought I was going to die just now! The stars are twinkling before my eyes.”

 

Adrian stood up bravely and said. He shook off the dust that had gotten on his body from rolling around on the floor. I also helped him and brushed the dust off his clothes.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

Jeffrey belatedly approached and asked Adrian. Adrian looked at Jeffrey with an unknown gaze and then nodded his head.

 

“You are also incredibly strong.”

 

“No, well… For this one, I tried following Mirabel.

 

“You copied me?”

 

My eyes widened at Jeffrey’s words. Now that I think about it, the movement I used to spar with Adrian and beat him up earlier, and the movement in which Jeffrey threw Adrian down, were similar movements in the grand scheme of things. However, what I did was to increase the distance between me and Adrian, not to take him down with one blow like Geoffrey did.

 

“So you’re saying you learned Bell’s movements by watching them in the meantime?”

 

Brian asked Jeffrey. Jeffrey nodded his head with a slightly apologetic look on his face.

 

“After seeing the sparring earlier, I thought there was no need to use a sword. Besides, I don’t want to use a sword if possible. Even if it’s a wooden sword. Black people kill people, right?”

 

Jeffrey answered Brian calmly. Brian opened his eyes wide and bombarded Jeffrey with questions.

 

“It looks like you have ever handled a real sword. “You said you were wanted, is that because of that?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then have you ever learned anything from someone?”

 

“No.”

 

Brian looked Jeffrey up and down with his young eyes. Then he reached out his hand and placed it on Geoffrey’s shoulder.

 

“Are you interested in learning swordplay here?”

 

Jeffrey looked at me in confusion at Brian’s sudden suggestion. Perhaps Brian coveted Jeffrey’s talent. Even if he taught himself swordsmanship, there was no way Brian wouldn’t have recognized the outstanding talent who would become the king of mercenaries in 10 years.

 

“Jeffrey, do whatever you feel comfortable with.”

 

I was worried that Jeffrey might not be able to make the decision he wanted because of me, so I spoke to him as if to reassure him. Jeffrey scratched the bridge of his nose and then turned his gaze back toward Brian, as if making up his mind.

 

“No. I won’t do it.”

 

“What? Why not? Are you saying this because you don’t know who I am?”

 

Brian seemed unable to readily accept Jeffrey, who said he would not do anything calmly.

 

“I don’t know, but maybe you’re stronger than I think. If you learn from him, you will definitely be able to improve your skills quickly. Like the articles over there. But there is something else I want to do. So I won’t do it.”

 

Brian looked a little perplexed at Jeffrey’s incoherent words. Then he belatedly smiled and patted Jeffrey’s head.

 

“Okay, if you are, I won’t force you.”

 

Then he added a few words to Jeffrey.

 

“And although the sword is a tool for killing people, it is also a tool for protecting someone. Don’t be too afraid of the sword.”

 

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