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Chapter 22 – 03. Aran’s Counterattack.

At Aran’s confident words, Illyana stopped as if it was absurd.

Is it because you just wield it?
What nonsense is this!
How many knights, mercenaries, and swordsmen in this world are training to learn the sword!

“Well, that’s good. Sometimes there are people like that. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be vigilant. Swordsmanship experience is also very important!”

This time, Illyana rushed first.
She threw away what she had been looking down on until now and started with the feeling of dealing with a single swordsman.

As befits a 5th tier knight, she burrowed into Aran with effortless movements and struck down her wooden sword heavily.
Surprisingly, it is difficult for beginners to attack from the front.

Aran chose to dodge by her side of her.
Since he is a man anyway and lacks strength, blocking him from the front is not an option. When a male knight is dealing with a female female knight, the answer is to avoid it unconditionally.

As Aran avoided it, Illyana smiled in her conversion of her.

Aran obviously has a good sense of the sword, but she couldn’t even balance her body properly. Her sense of balance her plays a part in balancing her body her, but the muscles around her thighs and hips play a huge role.

Basically, in the case of men who lack muscle strength, even if a woman touches them lightly, their balance is distorted, and they cannot stand it.

Since this is a problem that can’t be solved without training, she could n’t help it no matter how good her swordsmanship sense her was.

Aran is now avoiding the situation.
Here, when Illyana blows her sword, she is pinned down.

Whiik!

Illyana didn’t miss it, turned her orbit and stabbed Aran.
As she was a skilled knight, there were no useless movements, and she just attacked in an instant.

At that time,

There was a change in Aran’s movements in his.

She had completely lost her sense of balance and fell into a daze.
Naturally, Illyana’s stab escaped over his head from her.

“What?”

As Aran fell behind her, he raised her sword and stabbed Illyana in the navel.
Then, as his lower back his hit the floor, the pain surged through him, but he smiled.

“…I think I won?”
“…”

I don’t think I could have ever thought of writing a stupid number.
It’s the first time, and it’s a number that goes beyond expectations.

Illyana was dumbfounded, but she withdrew her sword once.

“…Certainly, in a 1v1, that could be a single move.”

No matter how absurd, defeat is defeat.
If this had been a real fight, and if Aran were her her and a knight of her rank her, there would be a huge hole in her stomach her.

“However, in war, this is an obvious mistake. Unless the opponent is a single individual, if you open up even a little bit, you’ll be surrounded right away.”
“Yes. Sister.”

She slightly revised her evaluation of Aran.
She tried to bully her somehow under the guise of her training her, but Aran’s talent her was real.

‘If it’s this much without learning…’

I suddenly got greedy.
She herself was blocked by the wall and couldn’t enter Tier 6, but wouldn’t it be possible if she was Aran?
Even if it’s impossible…

‘It’s an opportunity.’

Of course, in fact, Aran learned the sword, and there is a possibility that she is hiding it.
But even so, Aran’s skills and improvisation were never those of a criminal.

She pointed her wooden sword at the fallen Aran.

“It’s certain. You have a talent. A talent for swordsmanship. My mother must have known that and adopted it.”
“Yes…What…”
“Corrupting that talent is an insult to all the criminals in this world. It is the duty of a talented person to use that talent. So you…”

Aran somehow expected her next words her.

‘Surely, become my disciple…’

“Marry me.”

“……Yes?”

That expectation was spectacularly wrong. `

“Ehh?!”
“What are you so surprised about? Wouldn’t it be wiser to look at your descendants to maximize your and my talents? Or can you become a 6th tier knight by yourself and support this country? I’m not confident. If a talented person is born, he will surely be able to become a knight representing the country.”
“Oh no…”
“Fortunately, you and I are brother and sister, but we are not related by blood. In order to preserve the lineage, marriages between siblings are frequent, so wouldn’t this be perfect?”
“Hey, anyway, that’s it.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t have a wife or concubine besides you.”
“So..”
“If it’s about marriage, I’ll do whatever I want. In order to have children anyway…”
“No, so don’t stop talking and listen!”
“Hmm. What do you not like so much? Is it uncomfortable because it is a marriage without heart?”
“There is that too…”
“You’re a prince. Even if it’s not me, you’re destined to marry a princess from another country or a daughter of a powerful nobleman from your own country. In that case, it would be better if you married me.”
“Still…”

“Sister, don’t push me too hard. Isn’t she just a younger sister?”
“…Isla.”

A woman with a hint of color appeared somewhere.

She is her third princess her, ‘Isla Hermon Lee Persia’. She was the woman who decided to teach Aran her magic her.

“And, you might be more talented in magic than swordsmanship.”
“Hmph. Sounds funny. Aran’s talent is something that only comes around once in 100 years. No, it’s scary to describe it as a talent. If you properly support mana, you’ll be able to go to battle right away. It doesn’t ‘t make sense to even use magic there.”
“Oh, you don’t know that. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes? Yes…What…”

As a man, he should have cheered for the situation where he got caught up in the bossam of two beauties, but for some reason it felt strange that the two of them seemed to be arguing over him.

“Come to think of it, you decided to teach at night? What is your intention?”
“It’s a ulterior motive. Sister, don’t you hate me too much?”
“There’s no way you hate your younger brother. I just asked you because you’re too insidious.”
“Oh, that’s insidious. It just happened because we adjusted according to Aran’s schedule. Besides, mana training at night is more efficient.”
“…That’s good. Anyway, it’s my class time now, so go back.”
“I want to watch too.”
“Looks like you have nothing to do.”
“It’s the same with my sister. She would have rolled in her room if it was n’t for Aran…”
“I’m a body type. There’s no such thing.”

The two women who were quarreling over Aran.

After a few minutes, attention finally turned to Aran.

“By the way, Aran, you’re really amazing! Actually, I didn’t like it at first, but if you can handle mana and have a talent for swordsmanship, you deserve to be a prince. To be honest, I like it more than a dead guy.”
“Isla. Be careful what you say. If you don’t…”
“I know, I know. My mother isn’t here. I think I’m thinking too.”
“I…If she said it’s a deceased person…”
“Yes. He was engaged to Princess Theodora. The two of them have been very fond of each other since long ago, but that’s a bit unfortunate.”

The root cause of the invasion of the kingdom of Throdia by the Persian Empire.
On the surface, there were reasons for this or that, but in the end, that was the real reason.

A fact that Arando learned only after he became Cornelia’s adopted son.

“Mother must have really cared for him. He would even start a war…”
“The child died. That’s also through the cruel method of gang-rape and murder. Where is the mother whose eyes are not turned upside down? So will I.”
“Rather than that, Aran has a relationship with Theodora, right?”
“Yes. It’s my lifesaver.”
“I see.”
“Treat her well. A relationship like that is very precious. It doesn’t matter if you take her as a concubine.”
“Ah, you still say that…!”
“Oh! A concubine! Aran, this is an opportunity! To be able to take the princess as her wife her and have her concubine her!”
“…”

The more I went to Aran, the more I understood the proverb that a mother is her daughter.

“By the way, Aran.”

Suddenly, Illyana opened her mouth with her serious face.

“Yes?”
“I’m a person who respects my tastes as much as possible, but I don’t want them to be forced on me.”
“Suddenly, what is that…”
“I like normal sex. I hate hips.”
“!!”

Only then did Aran realize that she was all about Estelle.

“Gye, it’s never like that. Sister.”
“It’s okay, Aran. Like I said, I respect your taste. You don’t have to do it to me. So, make sure you have a concubine. Okay?”

It seemed that her marriage her with Aran had already been decided in her mind her.

‘I don’t listen to anyone…!’

How can it be the same?
Aran seemed to be dark in front of her eyes for some reason.