Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Sword Exercises

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Abela awoke with a strange feeling, her sleep last night was noticeably more sound than the previous days. Ever since he woke up inside this body. The sunlight that pierced through the glass windows of his room did not make him feel disturbed. He just wants to be shut down again. A large hand stroking her hair gently made her sleepy again.

Abela rewinds her body until she meets something warm touching her naked back. She frowned, digesting what was behind her back or why she was not wearing a nightgown.

His eyes opened at once when the incident last night was recalled. He tried to get out of bed, unfortunately his efforts were unsuccessful. The burly arms managed to capture his body and trap him in an embrace.

"Hm ... Arland ... It's morning" Abela said slowly. Come on, why should he be so shy. This is not the first time they have been.

"A little while ...." Armand replied in a somewhat raucous voice. He called out his fist at Abela's nape. The fragrance of roses was always clearly smelled when he was near this woman. Armand traced the nape of Abela with the tip of his nose.

"Ar- Armand ..." stuttered Abela as she felt Armand's fingertips were under the covers, over her thighs. I don't know why I'm petting it in such a weird way.

"Hn ?" Armand muttered furiously, as his hand separated Abela's legs trying to be tightened with all his might by the owner.

"You?" Abela flinched and looked back as Armand's fingers reached the spot between her legs.

Abela regretted it, she shouldn't have turned around. It made it easier for Armand to tease her by doing what the man wanted with his lips. Armand successfully held *******Abela in his mouth. While Armand's fingers were busy under their blankets. Abela hated Armand's attitude, as he was rendered powerless to resist or protest. Hate it even more because his body can't seem to refuse and accept it.

Abela grabbed Armand's bare arm as his body trembled, he pushed Armand's chest in order to escape ****** that he was holding. Abela wanted to show her angry face to Armand but somehow made Armand publish a slanted smile.

"You can pull out your finger now." Abela tried to say in a flat tone. Not according to his red face.

"I can go even deeper if you want to" whispered Armand in a low, low voice making Abela's face redder than before.

"no need. Thank you" replied Abela again.

Armand laughed at the expression on Abela's face, her cheeks being purposely raised were as sweet as a squirrel.

"Can I light my bell now?" Abela said while rolling her eyes. Somehow Armand's laughter had him deeply disturbed.

"All right" replied Armand. He approached to kiss Abela's forehead once.

"That night ... It feels a little different. You're so much more excited than ever." Armand smiled obliquely again. Makes Abela want to punch her shitty face if she can.

"Belg ... I forgot something" said Armand, hurriedly coming down from his bed and washing his face from the water in the basin that Hana had smuggled this morning while Abela was still asleep.

"What's wrong?" Abela asked as a spontaneous reaction. No less, no more.

"Swield training." Armand replied while preparing to wear clothes.

"You're right, Orlando must have been waiting." Abela also got up from her bed and lit a bell. After Armand finished wearing his clothes.

"Hana, take a bath for me, please" Abela ordered quietly. Not ashamed of his servant at all.

Armand was quite astonished by that. But he didn't think too much about it. Armand walked first to the training ground.

Armand felt guilty seeing Orlando sitting on the wooden bench, clearly waiting for him. Even though the little man smiled as their eyes met.

"You waited a long time?" armand asked a smile, which always made Orlando feel like he could count on her at any time.

"Yes,Master. I've run ten rounds but haven't done anything yet" Orlando replied very politely.

Armand stroked the top of Orlando's head, "Good work, good work."

"You can do the rest, you don't forget the order, do you?" ask Armand again.

"Well sir !" Orlando made a gesture of respect before continuing his physical training.

Armand watched the boy on the sidelines. Orlando looks very excited, making Armand able to forget his desire to suck a cigar or sip his bitter coffee. The morning ritual she always does inside her office every morning.

Five soldiers joined the two of them. Ready to report anything they saw last night while on guard.

"That's a good thing if everything looks safe. But somehow it doesn't calm me down" Armand said in response to a report from Sid - the soldier he trusted to look after Abela."

Sid stood beside Armand, one step behind his master as the other four warriors joined Orlando in the middle of the field. Sid had finished reporting earlier he had not moved from his place. Since the breakfast incident at Duchy - Armand's residence. Armand had not reprimanded or punished him for remaining silent when Abela was in danger. And Sid just wants to immediately accept his master's anger. Rather than feeling guilty every day.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"You are one of my great soldiers. No. gabe. You are one of the great knights in this country. You know, I trained you since you were so young. I have no doubt about your loyalty. But I'm sure you're young enough to be swayed by power or anything else." Armand gave a rather long pause. Before he turned his head and looked at Sid with a cold look.

"Thus ... Decide immediately, whose orders you would like to follow."

"Your highness" replied Sid. Sid gulped his saliva nervously as he bowed respectfully. Stepping back again as he sensed someone coming closer to where they were standing.

"I'm ready to practice the aura again," Abela said as her distance with Armand was already very close.

Armand looked at Abela who was preparing with practice clothes. The sparkle in Abela's eyes somehow made Armand want to laugh.

"Alright," Armand said with a stifled laugh. "You can start with physical exercise, run ten rounds."

Abela was speechless looking at Armand as if Armand was saying something unreasonable.

"Ten rounds? This field you mean?" abela asked to convince her hearing earlier.

"Yes ... Ten rounds of this field," Armand replied casually.

Abela stared at the dusty field in disbelief. She was a witch and all she did was learn arithmetic and alchemy to perfect the mana within her body.

"To increase the aura in your body you have to practice Abela's physique, that's basic knowledge." Armand explained calmly.

"The aura is the inner power that is in our bodies and we can expend when we fight" Armand explained again.

"All right." Abela answered origin, she thought the aura that the swordsman possessed was the same as that of a magician or sorcerer.

Abela began to run around the field, as Orlando approached Armand.

"You done practicing?" ask Armand.

"Hm ... No, I just wanted to ask Dad. Why did you suddenly want to practice swords again? Why is there a soldier father in our house?"

"The first question you should ask your mother, for the second question ....." Armand moved his gaze from Abela and looked at Orlando. "Because this house has no soldiers of course. I just put them in place for the safety of you and your mother. Being close to me means we share the same enemy. You do realize that, right?"

"If the title had been passed down to me. Can I form my own team?" ask Orlando.

"You need the king's permission for that," Armand replied realistically. "Baron Isla is the new noble. Your parents were given that title because they were very meritorious as soldiers in the vanguard. Your late father was a great knight. Even though he has his own business. He still remains to participate in various monster expeditions."

"Our vineyards ... Lui seems to be busy doing the work that I usually do. This morning I found her in my mom's office. Mother is usually more concerned with her work than anything. Especially practicing swords. Isn't that weird?" Orlando felt Abela's attitude was strange since she came home yesterday. Starting from Abela who joined the eastern territory, then this morning who practiced the sword.

Armand fell silent then sighed, "There's something I haven't told you yet. I'm sorry."

Armand could see Orlando's gaze on her turning colder. Orlando smiled but it wasn't the usual smile he was reviewing around Armand.

"If I don't know but Bastian doesn't know either. You'll think it might be adult business. But if I don't know but Bastian knows. Isn't that overdue? Even though I consider you like my own father. But it's still about my mother."

Orlando's words made perfect sense. Why did Armand choose not to tell the boy? Is it because Orlando was two years ago?

"Sometimes ... I forgot you've grown this big. All things, from the level of your aura ability, from the way you think and talk, your attitude is ready to face anything. Or maybe I'm getting older." Armand smiled faintly, noticing Abela again who seemed to have been overwhelmed running.

"Will I tell you. How about tea?" armand asked not to look at Orlando again.

"alright. Hm ... I think I'm gonna faint in a minute." Orlando was worried about seeing his mother's condition now.

"A little while ... He'll come closer here" said Armand, holding back another laugh.

And sure enough, Abela approached him after five runs around the field. Angrily clutching the collar of Armand's shirt with his two hands. "You really want to kill me?" he shouted in front of Armand's face.

Making Orlando and the five Armand warriors widen their eyes. Looking at Duke Armand the war general that everyone in the entire contingent feared was seen holding back his laughter as his collar was pulled by a woman.

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