The Atrocious Duke'S Wife
{Season 2} Swordsman

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"When can your friend teach me?"

"It just so happens that he also wants to meet you, and soon he will get here" he said.

"really?" I was a little surprised.

Who the hell is he? Why would he want to meet me?

...~ The Atrocious Duke's Wife...

...Chapters...

...(5) ...

"That's it coming!" point Frost behind me.

I immediately followed her index direction and turned around. But who would have thought, it turns out my plan to stay away from him remains very troublesome.

I gulped down my saliva rough when I saw the figure that was getting closer towards us.

Like being hit by snowflakes in the middle of summer, I really didn't expect this.

"Frost," call me while touching her arm with my elbow.

"What?"

"So you mean the one who can teach me is Mr Floniouse?!" I shouted in disbelief.

"Yes, that's right. Then?" frost looked confused.

"Then-then..."

How'this?! I intend to spend my time training in order to be strong. If Arlen is my coach, that means we will spend a lot of time together, right?!

This is a big obstacle in my plan. Should I find another coach?

But who? I don't know too many people in my life!

"Oh, Arlen. I can't believe you got there sooner. Aren't you busy?"

Frost said to her, therefore I can only silently observe the conversation between them. With a feeling of unease and restlessness of course.

"so. It just so happens that I'm at leisure" replied Arlen with his usual flat face.

As long as they are busy with their chatter, I will secretly run away. Slowly but surely, I tried to run away.

"So, you want to meet Cassie, don't you? Incidentally, he was now in need of someone who could teach him the sword."

"Lady wants sword practice?"

Good, it seems like they are still unaware of me who has been secretly away from them.

Time to run!

"That's right! He wanted to practice the sword, but I couldn't teach him because it wasn't my forte."

"But, does the Lady not mind? As long as Lady is willing, I can teach her at any time."

"Of course he doesn't mind. Yeah, right? Cassie."

Ckitta!

I braked suddenly with the high heels I was wearing. Rigidly and forcefully, I turned my head and flashed a smile ring.

"Y-yeah.of course I don't mind. Instead I am very grateful because you have bothered to teach him me," I said.

He just nodded his head calmly, not forgetting his ever-flat face. As if, he lived without emotions.

"In that case, I don't want to disturb. You better get to know each other first. Excuse me hohoho~!"

With an irritating face, Frost walked away from us. But before that, he got close to me and patted me on the shoulder.

He whispered, "It looks like Arlen is interested in you. You have to get to know him, who knows he'll fall in love with you. After all, you also need a man to protect you so that your father no longer marries you to the old nobility, right? Try to act aggressively, because it seems like Arlen likes women like that," Frost's long chatter made me widen my eyes.

"You crazy?!" sergeant hurry. "There's no way she'll like me!" I whispered to him.

"Who knows? At least try it. Like not pretending to accidentally kiss her."

"Basic crazy gorillas! Go there!" my exorcist pushed his back in annoyance. Frost chuckled then waved his hand at me as he stepped away from us.

"Good luck, my sister!"

Basic sucks. How can I have a friend like him?!

Pretending to kiss...he thinks I'm all cheap and all that?! Really am!

Instantly the atmosphere was very quiet and silent when only you two were here. The wind that blows, as if to be a breaker of silence.

He even kept looking at me. What is he observing exactly? Is there something strange in my body?

Subconsciously, I checked my entire body to make sure there were no strange objects that were stuck or stuck.

And right, there's nothing strange about my body. Then why is he looking at me so seriously?

I really can't stand it! Anyone please break this awkwardness!

"Uhm.. do you want to go inside first? I can prepare tea for you, if you don't mind," I said hesitantly.

He's staying quiet. Whatisthis? Did he have a sudden illness?

But where could there be such a thing?! Stop worrying about things that don't make sense, Cassandra!

"S-it looks like we're still awkward"

"Pff!"

My sentence was cut off as he chuckled with his furrowed brows. I don't really understand what makes him laugh like that, but I miss him.

Her warm laughter rarely showed up.

"Lady, it turns out you're so clumsy," she choked.

My heart seemed to have pierced something. Those words, were very familiar.

"Even if you lose your memory, you're still clumsy."

All of a sudden it crossed my mind, and this strange feeling came back to attack.

"After all, Lady. You don't need to be that formal to me, after all, we're going to practice a lot, right?"

"Cassandra. Just call me Cassandra." Suddenly I realized and shut my mouth.

Why am I saying that?! Shouldn't I stay away from him?! If I ask him to call my name, doesn't that mean that our relationship is close enough?!

Because in this age, nobles who call each other by first name, it means their relationship is arguably already quite close.

Aish, fool!

"Alright, Cassandra. Then you just call me Arlen" she said with a thin, calm smile.

He extended his hand as a sign to get to know me.

Pimply. It seems I've made a big mistake. I got into a trap I accidentally set up.

If this is the case, how can I refuse it? It seems like my journey will not be smooth and easy.

...~•~...

While playing with my long hair, this leg was unceasingly walking to and fro.

Since yesterday, I've been talking to a lot of servants in this house. Unfortunately, it did not produce any results. None of them or their acquaintances were experts in the sword.

From now on what should I do? Why is getting away from her so hard?

Again the breath was blown, for a moment I better sit first.

Think calmly, is this true. Whether this messes with my plan or not.

I went back to taking my notes and observing them. Oh right, can I really change fate now or not?

If my current choice was different from my previous one, would everything change?

I recall the days I had missed since I was thrown back into my teenage years. To the time before the biggest problem of my life happened.

If it wasn't wrong yesterday...

Yep! I just remembered! Wasn't it when I was almost harassed by that bastard man that Frost should have appeared to save me?!

But strangely enough, the one who appeared at that time was Arlen. That means, there is a chance that destiny will change unexpectedly, right?

That means...there's also the possibility that he won't like me this time, right?

If so, I should just make him hate me. But, can I?

If he hates me, what if that hate lasts forever?

Am I willing to hate me?

Can I accept that she will hate me forever?

Yoke!

Suddenly, there was a stone that hit my window glass. What is Frost? I'd better take a look.

I pulled my curtain open, the sunlight immediately struck me shut my eyes for a moment.

Before long, I almost breathed through my ears as I looked down.

I was so surprised, so surprised.

What is he doing in my yard?! I'd better get to him right now, before you see him and misunderstand!

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"What are you doing here?!" I can't relax with breath.

"What I did? I'm here to fulfill my duty."

"Tasks?" ulaku. Sorry, I don't understand.

"If it's not wrong, yesterday there was a woman who wanted to practice swords with me."

Oh, of course you are. Especially besides that?

"So you're here to teach me?"

"Yes" he answered as necessary.

I took a deep breath and then exhaled it. There seems to be no choice, and he will not like me.

"Alright, then I'll change my clothes. Can you wait?" ask me and he nodded.

It didn't take me long to change clothes, until a few minutes later I was wearing clothes that were easy to move.

I pout my long hair into a ponytail, and let it slide a little on the front.

Long-sleeved shirts are grayish-white, long trousers are dark brown, and boots are matching in color.

He was speechless with a mysterious look and looked at her as usual.

"What's wrong?"

This man moved his iris with his hand stuffed into his pants pocket. "Nothing," he said.

I raised my eyebrows confused by his unusual strange behavior. But I don't want to care too much about it either.

"Then follow me" he commanded.

"Where?"

"To where the training should be," he replied confusedly. But at least it's better than training here.

I can see you and then come back to lecture me and scold me.

I've been dizzy enough with Dad, for a while at least let me stay away from him for a moment to clear my mind.

...~•~...

There are many wooden puppets and wooden swords here. Even the field was so vast that it could freely move as it pleased here.

"So this training ground you mean?" my spoken.

"Yes" he answered.

I also ran around to get close to the pile of wooden swords. I took one and then I grabbed it, it was heavy too.

When I tried to swing it, suddenly this sword fell and slipped out of my grasp.

I looked at the culprit who caused it all. "Is something wrong?" my many.

"Before you grasp the sword, you must strengthen your physique first" he explained.

Apparently so, true what he said.

"You are the expert" I said with a smile.

All of a sudden, he draped a strand of hair on my forehead and slipped it behind my earlobe.

"Often tie your hair like this."

The deg! The deg!

Whatisthis? Why do my cheeks suddenly feel hot? And also why is my heart suddenly beating so fast?

Calm down, my self!

"O-oh, yeah. All right," I said gagu.

"Then, try warming up first and then running around this field. I will also follow you," he explained making me nod in understanding.

Without further ado, we did some stretching. As per the instructions, we also ran around the field.

Hundreds of footprints we've created, until finally the sweat has flooded my temple. We rested for a while and sat on the ground.

"Drink," he said, giving me a bottle.

"Thank you." I took it lightly and then drank it.

How long have I not been exercising? My muscles don't feel stiff anymore.

"You're pretty good too" he suddenly made me a little curious.

"What?"

"You almost matched me when you ran off. Until now no one has been able to match me that close" he explained.

It's clear! In my home, there have been many awards for the victory of my relay that are neatly engraved.

"really?" I pretended not to know.

"Yes. If you keep practicing, you can beat me."

Hearing her praise me like that somehow made me so happy. Like just getting an expensive meal for free.

"Come, stand. I'll teach you some moves you can use against the enemy later."

"Eh? Then, when will I learn his sword?"

"You won't be able to hold the sword if you don't move incorrectly. After all, your physique is still relatively weak. Especially you have to strengthen it, then you are allowed to sword," he explained at length.

For some reason, he looks like a real teacher now. He looked enthusiastic, though covered by the look of his faithful face flat. But I can still see it.

"You're ready to enter the real martial arts? Just so you know, I won't hesitate when teaching someone. Whether it's a man or a woman, it's all the same in my eyes" he said, sounding like a threat to me.

Glug

I don't know why it feels like I'm swallowing a stone. Why is his face so scary?

Is he real?

If so, can I get through all this?

...~•~...

A cup of tea on the surface of the table, a paper containing important data, and also a quill pen that does not forget to accompany.

There was a man busy in his work, his eyebrows furrowed with his lips muttering about something.

Shortly after, a servant entered and then respectfully, the servant lowered his head.

"Master, dinner's ready. Do you want to go down to the dining room now?" the waiter asked politely.

"Yes, I'll be there soon. Go," he said and the servant nodded obediently.

But before long, the man again opened his voice and called the servant until the master stopped.

"wait. Have you seen Cassandra? I haven't seen him all day" said the man.

"I don't know very well, Sir. But I could see, Miss had changed clothes and then left with a young man" the maid explained.

"Comeone? Is that Count Beronald's son?"

"It doesn't seem like it, sir. Because that guy has blond hair."

"so." The man muttered, since when was his daughter close to a man other than the son of his best friend Count Beronald?

"You can go" he said.

The man then looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking. All he did was remain silent and busy struggling with his own thoughts.

...11.01.2021...