What， Why Don’t You Just Give Me a Buff？ 101

Chapter 101 – With an Old Colleague.

Benia Salut, she was from a Korean-American noble family. She fell a long time ago and was embarrassed to even call herself a noble, so even those who knew her family did not think of them as nobles.

Long ago, it was said that it was a knightly family that produced many famous knights, but that is still an old story. Her family lived a busy life like any other commoners, working to make a living.

“…”

Benia, who was born as the youngest child in such a family, was often left alone in her quiet home. She also had a lot of ways to play with the village kids.

“Don’t go out, just stay home. Do you know what those dirty bastards will do?”

Her father tried to threaten her like that. They get along well with the parents of those children. At the time, she just thought it was overprotective.

“I’m bored.”

However, this did not mean that the child who was home alone could control his boredom. When she was young, Benia searched through her house looking for things to do.

“Sword?”

Then, what she found was a sword with a lot of rust standing in a corner of a worn-out and half-collapsed warehouse.

Although she was small and unable to lift the sword, she quickly lost interest, but as she searched the inside of the warehouse, she found a book in one of the drawers.

“I said I sold all the books…”

She heard that even though she was from a noble family, she was desperate to make a living, so she had long ago sold off all the luxury items, such as books, that her ancestors had left behind. She had the only book left.

“Book of swordsmanship?”

Fortunately or unfortunately, Benia could at least read. Her parents, perhaps because they were proud of her noble status, taught her how to write by writing on the dirt floor without her own books.

Benia lost interest again and looked at her old sword, which she had left aside. In the faint picture drawn in the book, the sword wielded by the person clearly had the same shape as that sword.

The reason that moved her heart more than anything was the title of the book.

“‘Sword of the Whirlwind’.”

Because it was a title and swordsmanship that seemed to have been created targeting her Maka. In fact, the book was full of how to use her marker and how to use it for swordsmanship, which no one had taught her.

From that day on, it became a routine for her to hold on to tree branches and move along the pictures and instructions in the book when her family went out to work.

“Whoa, whoa.”

Although it was tiring and difficult, it was fun to follow the contents of the book, and it turned into a determination to one day hold a real sword. I spent each day like that.

“Venia Salute! What on earth has she been doing that makes her hands look like this?!”

Her mother shouted at Benia. While she was eating, she noticed that her hands were covered in calluses.

“She was playing with a branch…”

“She told me not to go outside and play, and then you made her hands like this?!”

It wasn’t just her mother who was upset with her.

“You bitch! Did you come to raise her to be pretty? I raised her!”

Even her father frowned when he saw Benia’s hand, and immediately grabbed her hand forcibly and pushed her into her room and locked the door.

As a young Benia, she could not possibly understand. What on earth did she do wrong? He didn’t play outside like other children as he was told, and stayed inside.

“What should I do? He said he would come to see her daughter in a few days.”

“This woman! What has she been doing all this time and not taking care of the kids?!”

The truth was soon discovered through the sound of words coming from the living room.

“Who would have thought she would do that?! She deliberately didn’t put a drop of water on her hands because she was afraid they would get calluses!”

“Tsk, but the baby is the same. Besides, she even has the Wind Marka, right? As long as she can give birth, there won’t be a big problem.”

Their house wasn’t even properly soundproofed, so they were able to overhear their parents’ entire conversation. It was a shocking fact, but Benia did not turn away.

On the contrary, I realized something.

She said, “That’s why she said not to use the marker.”

Sometimes her family was afraid of Maka of Benia. She also saw her brothers, who were above her, looking at her with a mixture of envy and jealousy. Everyone knew why.

Maka isn’t perfect, but she’s largely inherited. Because of this, there are a lot of rich people and nobles who covet children with good marks, and there are also a lot of parents who sell such children and marry them off.

They were initially raised to sell themselves to the rich. That’s why she may have been afraid that if she was allowed to manipulate her Maka freely, she would retaliate.

I only found out about it later, but it is said that the Salut family has inherited the Marka of the Wind from generation to generation. In her family, only the wrong Maka appeared and Benia was the only one who had the wind.

That day, Benia left her house with a sword hidden in her shed.

“Ah.”

Benia’s consciousness rose to the surface, and she realized that she was lost in her childhood memories. She opened her eyes in a daze. And what meets her are golden eyes.

“Master, are you awake?”

Anis was looking down at her. Her own disciple, a true hero who had pushed aside her own hero. Because of this, Benia wanted to ignore the feeling that was stirring in her chest, but she couldn’t.

“”…””

-Jomuljomul

That’s because Anis was sitting on her stomach and playing with her breasts.

“Why are you touching my breasts?”

“Because I’m bored?”

“… I see.”

“Don’t be convinced!!”

Lucia, who was holding a drink on a tray at the door, shouted, as if she had just come in.

“Even though we are friends of priests, how can they be so similar? Do they even change their personalities?”

Lucia shook her head at the sight of the two people with equally expressionless faces and acting strangely, but looking peaceful.

“That can happen if we stay together.”

“Ah?! Garion was there too.”

When Tia Ran took the juice from Lucia’s tray and spoke to her, Benia blushed and picked up her anise and placed it next to her.

“Hmm! Anyway, it’s Tiaran’s victory. You’re not interfering with us anymore, right?”

“Whatever.”

When Lucia’s words told her about the results of her sparring, Benia lowered her head gloomily, as if reminded.

“It’s shameful to use such a method.”

She wasn’t proud that she could beat Tia Ran, but she was a bit disappointed because she never thought that he would hug her and suddenly pin her to the ground.

“Tiaran was mean.”

“Well, I’ll agree with you this time.”

As Anis nodded her head in agreement with her teacher’s words, Lucia also joined in and secretly blamed Tiaran.

“No, you guys are like that too?”

Although he felt unfair, their feelings were the same.

“They say they’ll force you to enlist out of the blue, but who would want to do that?”

“But you’ll be treated much better than a soldier, right?”

“Anyway, I hate what I don’t like.”

In the end, as Benia was depressed as the last resort to take him was blocked, Tiaran opened her mouth.

“More than that, you didn’t tell me the conditions under which I won, right?”

“Oh, that’s right.”

“Did you spar without even deciding on that?!”

When setting conditions in a sparring or duel, do you always state them clearly in advance? Otherwise, you never know what kind of unreasonable demands the other person might make.

“I forgot.”

“… Was Lord Salute the reason Anis had such a personality!?!”

Lucia was always worried because my friend had a particularly harsh side. She cried out that the influence was due to her teacher.

“The condition is that Krusha can see your sword.”

“My sword?”

“Yes, because this guy is a blacksmith.”

As Tiaran patted the head of Krusha, who was dozing off next to her, as if she was tired, Benia looked at her and widened her eyes.

“That kid blocked my sword earlier?”

“Yes, it’s been a while since I taught you to fight, but it’s useful, isn’t it? Come on, wake up.”

“Huh? Ah! You’re awake! Did you get permission?”

Even though Benia woke up quickly, as soon as he saw her, he shook off her sleep and her emerald eyes sparkled, like a puppy waiting for her snack.

“Yes, just looking around.”

When Benia held out her rapier, she almost reached out her hand and patted it when she saw the small Crusha running up to her and watching.

“Heh, the royal knight commander uses a sword like this?”

“Not necessarily.”

“I was still using that sword.”

“Yes.”

She had already told Tiaran about her situation, so she knew what kind of story this sword had. Because it was the only thing she brought from her house when she was young.

“Huh? Wait, I think I’ve seen this sword before somewhere.”

Crusha, who was examining the sword, made a puzzled expression and shouted as if she had realized it.

“I remembered! This sword is the dwarven sword that Hero Sigvald used!”

“Huh? Is that true?!”

Lucia was also surprised and came over to examine the sword, and Crusha pointed to one side of the sword and spoke.

“This emblem! I’ve seen it in a children’s book at home! It’s clearly an emblem that was engraved on the sword given to the warrior by an outstanding craftsman among the dwarves!”

“I just wiped it with oil, and it didn’t break.”

“It didn’t seem like an ordinary sword.”

“… Aren’t you both reacting too calmly?”

Lucia looked at them drinking juice and looked at them as if she couldn’t understand, but she had no choice but to do so.

“I can use the Holy Sword, right? First, I can act as a hero. Anis is a hero at all. If Krusha is just made, she’s a top-class weapon, right?”

Benia may have fallen, but it was a family of knights who had made a fortune in the past, so there was nothing strange about it. Lucia’s family is a long-established family where it is not strange to have blood ties to a warrior.

“It wasn’t our intention, but we are world-class just considering our potential.”

As Tia Ran explained one by one, pointing with her fingers, Lucia couldn’t find anything to say.