“Teach me the Storm Sword.”
The Storm Sword was the swordsmanship of the Palail family, which was based on the power of wind and utilized the deceptive aspect of mana. Naturally, only direct descendants of the Palail bloodline, and an extremely small number of additional individuals personally chosen by the Palail family, could master the Storm Sword. It was impossible to teach the Storm Sword to just anyone.
“Of course, I’m not asking you to teach everything.”
Viola took Jeremy to the training grounds and first showed him her ‘grass sword.’ What she showed him was the realm of ‘Fortune.’ Jeremy’s eyes sparkled as he witnessed the blades of grass scattered by ‘Fortune.’
“I thought this martial art from the Eastern Continent would be a good match for the principles of the Storm Sword. You only need to teach me the very basics. What apprentices and disciples can pay to learn.”
There were two types of Storm Swords. One was the genuine Storm Sword, which only direct descendants and close associates of the Palail family could learn. The other was a slightly less powerful version intended for apprentices and disciples.
“Of course, it’s not like anyone can learn just because they have the money.”
Even though its power was reduced, a Storm Sword was still a Storm Sword. It was the secret technique of the Palail family, their pride and dignity. Only those with a deep friendship with Palail, those who received favors, or those who had worked for the Palail family for a long time could learn the Storm Sword.
Jeremy responded calmly, “I need some time to think.”
“Sure. Call me again when your thoughts are organized. You can contact me through Zenon.”
Jeremy returned to his quarters and sat on the bed.
‘Teaching the Storm Sword… It’s interesting that Bellato’s adopted daughter, who could learn the Bellato Sword if she wished, is coveting the Storm Sword. What should I say to my father?’
In fact, at the time Viola made the proposal, Jeremy had already made up his mind. Jeremy had decided to show Viola the utmost sincerity and had wanted to accept her proposal right away. However, he was worried about the Palail family and his father, Jackal.
‘It could be seen as an act of betrayal.’
The Storm Sword was a treasure of the Palail family. Even if it wasn’t the ‘real’ Storm Sword, obtaining the family head’s permission was necessary. However, it would take too long to get that permission. Jeremy had come to sincerely apologize to Viola and promise to protect her. Although it wasn’t an agreement with Viola, he had made that promise to himself. He had to prevent a second Muelan. He needed to show determination.
‘I can’t treat everything meticulously from the beginning, nit-picking all the principles and rules. That’s not the attitude of someone apologizing. An apology should be genuine.’
Jeremy recalled his father’s teachings.
“Act as you believe is right, even if it harms you and your family. Turning away from what you believe is right is a truly shameful act. I hope you will be a son of whom I’m not ashamed.”
Jeremy’s father always emphasized ‘beliefs.’ He said that every noble should have the right beliefs. He also taught that the right beliefs are beliefs in action.
‘Father, am I acting according to your teachings?’
The next day, Jeremy sought out Viola.
“I’ll teach you the Storm Sword.”
***
A week passed. Shailan had given up being surprised. Calmly he asked, “What have you done now?”
“I tried adding a different energy to my grass sword.”
“What kind of energy?”
“It’s a secret.”
Viola was well aware that she had made an awkward request. Therefore, she didn’t mention that Jeremy had taught her the Storm Sword.
“I see.”
“Are you angry?”
“No, there’s no reason to be angry.”
In fact, Shailan had adapted well to life at Bellato. Beyond adapting, he was extremely satisfied. Everything in work and life fit perfectly. All he had to do was teach Viola and everything he needed for his daily life was provided, including meals. Moreover, the salary was generous. It was almost like a paradise on earth that Shailan had dreamed of. He didn’t want to leave Bellato.
‘Even if I were angry, I don’t plan on showing it. Huh. I’ve become a satisfied pig.’
Someone had said that there’s no business in front of money. His grand ambition to promote the greatness of the grass sword had shattered into pieces in the face of comfortable living and the realization that Viola would showcase its excellence anyway.
‘Viola will do it anyway, so why bother.’
Viola’s pace of progress was not human. It wouldn’t be long before the reputation of the grass sword echoed throughout the continent. Anyway, since Viola would do it, he decided to enjoy a comfortable life and prepare for old age. Shailan, an assassin from the Eastern Continent, retired after finishing his first mission.
“Hey, the Fifth Prince is coming.”
“Is that so?”
Vichen, who roamed the mountains and fields looking for a Twin-Headed Ogre, returned. He looked quite disheveled, and it seemed like he hadn’t washed for days.
“If someone sees him, they might think he’s a beggar.”
“Hehe.”
Vichen’s body was covered in blood. The dried black blood was evidence of how fierce the battle had been. He pulled a head out of his subspace pocket.
Thud!
“He’s strong! That’s the head of a Twin-Headed Ogre!”
“Um-hmm.”
In the end, Vichen succeeded in hunting down the Twin-Headed Ogre and collapsed after giving his gift to Viola. Watching this, Shailan felt relief more than surprise.
‘So Lady Viola isn’t the only monster. From what I’ve heard, the Fifth Prince is said to be 13 years old.’
Hunting down a Twin-Headed Ogre at 13 was unimaginable on the Eastern Continent.
‘Of course, he probably didn’t do it alone.’
The man suspected to be Vichen’s butler wasn’t in a tidy state either. Perhaps the butler and the Fifth Prince had worked together to hunt the ogre.
‘Of course, even in a situation like this, my disciple is so nonchalant.’
How commonplace must this be for Viola not to be surprised at all? Thus, Shailan decided not to be surprised either. He just accepted this extraordinary world.
‘So what if it’s extraordinary? They provide meals, and a hefty salary is paid regularly. It doesn’t matter either way. Hooray for the dream job!’
However, despite Shailan’s thoughts, Viola was in a state of confusion.
‘Did he really catch it? A Twin-Headed Ogre?’
How could he hunt down an ogre at the age of 13? And not just any ogre, but a Twin-Headed one.
‘Isn’t he stronger than the older sister Medea at that age?’
At the age of 13, Medea had a record of single-handedly subduing a pack of gray wolves. As a result, she became an 8th-class knight. Although ogres acted alone, they were much stronger than a pack of gray wolves.
Even with the butler’s help, 13-year-old Vichen shouldn’t have been capable of hunting such a creature.
‘This is insane…’
It seemed like Vichen was growing stronger and faster than in the original novel.
‘This is troublesome.’
As the family got stronger, shouldn’t Viola herself show even more outstanding abilities? She had to keep up. She had done well so far, but it meant she had to do even better than before.
Vichen, who had been exhausted, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
“Vi! O! La!”
Vichen, who had seemed exhausted, suddenly seemed to have recovered all his energy. It was truly a superhuman recovery.
“I can smell it. Go away.”
Although Vichen seemed greatly wounded by those words, he soon burst into laughter. Vichen’s physical recovery was extraordinary, and his mental recovery was beyond imagination. Both wounds healed quickly.
“You’re dueling?”
“Yeah, with Selvin Brandia.”
“I fought her.”
“When?”
“A few days ago.”
Viola cocked her head.
‘Vichen fought her?’
If Vichen had fought with someone like Selvin, it would have been mentioned in the novel. At least, at this age, Vichen shouldn’t have fought with Selvin.
‘Ah…!’
It was a few days ago. That was when Vichen set out to hunt down the Twin-Headed Ogre. Selvin must have been heading this way for their duel and they met halfway.
“How was it?”
Vichen chuckled, “Hmm. I think she is the second strongest 9-year-old I’ve ever met.”
Seeing that, Viola started to feel nervous for some reason.
‘The second strongest?’
The characters in the story seem to be getting stronger and stronger. That alone added more variables. But to think that there was another 9-year-old stronger than Selvin?
‘Such a 9-year-old didn’t exist in the story!’
Viola didn’t know. She didn’t realize that the strongest 9-year-old Vichen mentioned was herself.
***
Selvin was very excited. The Brandia Duchy, like Bellato, only traveled with the minimum number of people. She was confident that she didn’t need a guardian knight or the like. Selvin walked the mountain path with her uncle, Pultua.
“Uncle, will I become stronger than Vichen when I turn thirteen?”
She punched out with her right hand.
Pow!
With a sound, the head of the attacking goblin burst.
“You can become stronger. If you work hard.”
“Yeah.”
Selvin wiped off her fist. Drops of goblin blood sparkled.
“That’s what Brother Vichen said. Nine-year-old Viola was stronger than me.”
“That’s just what Vichen said. There’s no need to believe it too much. Viola is from the White Bellatos, so there must be limits.”
“I’m so excited. I really want to be strong like her. I like having a strong sister.”
She had been wanting to meet Medea. Thus, she decided to have a duel with Viola in order to see Medea this time. With bursting dreams and a fluttering heart, Selvin arrived at Winter Castle.
“Me! Me! I want egg tarts first!”
She tasted a new world.
“Ehehehe!”
Selvin frowned slightly and held her cheeks with both hands. Her body trembled. It felt like heaven had entered her body.
“Iththoyomi!”
She couldn’t pronounce it properly because her mouth was full of egg tart. Swallowing, she pointed to her forehead with her finger.
“This is the forehead of truth.”
Editor’s Note: Selvin is emphasizing how true her words of “it’s so yummy” are. The phrase is based on the fact that the forehead is considered the seat of perception/has the 3rd eye.
Having experienced heaven, she soon burst into tears.
“Why can’t I purchase more than two?”
“You already had four, including mine.”
“I’m sad.”
Tears welled up in Selvin’s large eyes. With a disappointed heart, she got up.
“Uncle, let’s come again tomorrow.”
“Sure.”
Selvin ate egg tarts every day for a week and pointed to her forehead of truth every time.
Finally, the day of the duel arrived. Selvin and Pultua arrived at the ducal residence.
As the Duke was gone on an expedition to ‘The Snowy Place,’ the person who greeted Selvin and Pultua was Lady Isabella, the Duchess.
“Welcome. Thank you for coming all this way.”
But Lady Isabella, the Duchess, brought up something strange.
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Translator Note:
This chapter was translated by Bree.
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