The Atrocious Duke'S Wife
{Season 2} Hunting Games

"Sister! I brought you some tea for you guys, du--"

When I heard the sound, I lamely turned my head to see who made the sound.

Shit... Why is it a coincidence like this?

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

...Chapters ...

...(7) ...

Tang!

"Weak!"

Klang's!

My sword fell down along with me to the ground. I sat down with my netra staring at my sword that had fallen.

"I told you not to get too hung up on power. Your legs are strong, but your hands are very weak" he said.

I could only fold my lips and return to reach my sword. For a second, I stood up and attacked him.

It's been a long time since I've trained with him, but even if I can't.

He's very strong. Not only strong, he is also fast and smart to deflect and evade.

How can an amateur like this defeat him? But I can't give up.

Giving up in the middle of the road is not me.

All my attacks were repelled, and before long he started attacking me again.

His power is not a joke! I tried to fend it off, but it still failed so that my sword slipped out of my grasp.

My groin hit the ground again with a sword falling before me.

Instantly I looked up as the tip of the sword was pointed at my neck. A sign that I lost.

"I lost," I said, then he turned away his sword.

This man extended his hand to me. I grabbed his palm and he helped me up.

I pat my pants so that the dust that sticks is gone. "It turns out you're really an expert," my praises wiped the sweat that soaked my forehead.

"You're not bad either" he replied. Was he just acting low to skyrocket?

"Not bad what? I'm so bad, for almost two months you've been teaching me, I've never been able to hurt you a single hair, '" I sighed.

"Maybe we have to change the way you fight."

I lift my brow confused. "How's my fight?"

"Yes. All this time, I've always taught you my fighting techniques, haven't I? Maybe our fighting techniques are different, which is why you can never match me" he explained.

Also true. Are not all humans different? That means, our fighting style might be different.

"What was your fighting style all along?" aska I want to know.

"I use more of my power" he replied.

What he said was right. His strength was so great that I was always unable to hold back the swing of his sword.

My feet were moved to approach him who was taking a sip of water. "So, what kind of fighting style do you think suits me?"

He seemed to be silent for a moment while thinking about something inside his head. Looking at her so serious looks, inexplicably invited a smile on my face.

The look on his face was always calm, and his blue eyes the sky was always fluttering as the sunlight reflected.

I was always dissatisfied to see how amazing he was in my eyes. Everything about him, so shining that it leaves me unceasingly stunned.

"Hey."

"Huh?"

"You daydreaming?"

I soon realized that I was busy watching him. He probably thinks I'm crazy because since this smile I can't get rid of.

"Ah, uhm... I'm sorry, what did you just say?" ringisku's a little embarrassed.

"I told you, maybe you could try the fighting style using speed" he explained.

"Speed?"

"Yes. Since your legs are strong enough and your running is also tight, maybe the fast attacking type is more suitable for you."

So. What he said might be true as well. If I were to move more, the enemy would definitely be confused by my movements. That way, even though the incision I created didn't hurt too much, but if the enemy was confused, I could create as many incisions as I could so that the enemy fell.

"What you said there was a point. But can I do it?"

Yeah, that's what I doubt. Can I do it?

"of course. I believe you," he said briefly but enough to make the nerves in my body ripple.

"Then, would you mind if I asked you to accompany me to learn my own fighting style?" my door.

"of course. Because right now, I am your coach" he replied and stood up.

Immediately I pulled out the sword lying on the ground then grasped it tightly.

It absorbs all the air between me, then exhales it into a different substance.

The man was ready before I even brandished my sword. He just waited for me to attack him.

"Remember. Use well your strengths," he recalled.

Yep. Don't get too riveted with the power of your hands, use the power of your legs too Cassandra!

I had to run more, and move to and fro to get him confused.

Again, I took my breath and then I exhaled. In an instant, I immediately ran and was about to attack him.

But still, he was able to fend off as well as restrain her. I won't just waver. I had to attack him more and faster.

Ting!

"Yes, so! Attack me again!"

What's the matter? He suddenly seemed so happy. However, if that's your request, I'll fulfill it with pleasure!

Tang!

Again, he could always stop it. Damnit damnit! How could he be so deft like that?

He could always catch my ambush and keep holding back my sword.

"Huh.huh...." My breathing began to rush, with my heart beating rapidly pumping blood throughout my body's flow.

I bowed slightly in exhaustion, with the sword that I used as my body's weight-bearing and lightening to stand up.

"Want to stop?" abugn. But in my ears, it sounds more like an innuendo.

I lifted my head and immediately looked at him. And sure enough! He looked at me with such a mocking look!

He tilted his head, with both of his eyebrows rising up and his sword he put on his shoulder.

Is he trying to provoke me?

Unknowingly, a smile flashed on my lips. I wiped my sweaty face with the back of my hand.

"No, before I can hurt you," I said.

A grinning smile dominated his handsome face. "Keep trying."

Without speaking any longer, I shot back towards him and threw the sword slash out of my hand.

Shuts!

Damnit damnit! He's back to evading. But it's okay, because I still have other things to attack him.

Bugh!

Got you! My kick managed to hit his stomach, now all I needed was to strike him off guard.

As I floated my sword swing up to attack him, suddenly his movements increased very quickly and he came back to avoid me.

What kind of movement is that?!

He smiled back. Lothawat! I'm breathless! My mind was too focused on his movements just now!

Tang! Klang's!

Apparently, I am still an amateur. His sword is now back in my neck.

I sat still on the ground, my groin back hitting the hard ground. My sword's flying no idea where.

My breath is like a hot, irregular and very fast machine. It felt like all the air was gone because I was breathing it very greedily. My heart seemed to be pounding my chest skin because it was beating so strongly.

"Stand."

I caught his palm and then he pulled me to stand up. I can feel my wrist hurt a lot.

"Good work, my disciple," he prankily invited a small ruckus from my mouth.

"You're so great, teacher," I said, then tidied up and styled the strands of my hair that had been so messed up.

A bottle of drinking water poured on me, I smiled then immediately received it and began to take a few gulps.

When I was busy flushing my throat dry like a barren land, I almost choked and the water that had flowed in my throat almost came out of my nostrils.

What exactly did he do?! Suddenly he lifted his shirt and saw his stomach which was certainly formed neatly and properly.

"S-se-what are you doing?!" I quickly closed my eyes with the ten fingers I had.

He's crazy, huh?!

"You've grown" he said suddenly.

"Developed? What's that supposed?" I was reluctant to get rid of my faithful palm covering my eyelids.

"You have hurt me." I don't care what he says, I'll just keep my eyes closed until he closes his stomach again.

'"Ck, look at it first." He clucked then pulled my hand and finally my eyes saw his stomach plastered clear.

I was so surprised. Not because he was casually exposing his stomach, but with a reddish mark imprinted on his stomach.

"That was your kick. You've made some progress" he said lightly.

"What progress?! The scar even blushed like this! Sorry, I've really gone too far! Oh my God how did it get like this!"

My mouth can't stop chattering. I've really gone too far, even the reddish marks look really sore.

How'this?! Am I going to jail for injuring a future honorable Duke candidate?!

End my history!

"Pff!" I was flabbergasted when he chuckled like that. How could he laugh after getting hurt? Is he a masochist?

"Stop laughing!" sergeant's upset. "Aish, how's this? It looks so sick, are you okay? Do I need to take you to the doctor?" grumbling.

"no need. Instead I hope that the former will remain that way. With that, I can always see your entire development in my body," she said.

I don't even understand how he thinks. Which people are happy when they get hurt?

Unknowingly, a tired breath was drawn from my lungs. "You're a freak" I said.

He just gave me a smile that I didn't know what it meant. But one thing I was more surprised about.

Every smile he makes, I love it.

"Sister!"

Suddenly, the two of us immediately turned our eyes to the girl who was running towards us with her loud voice.

"Sister! Why didn't you tell me that Cassie's sister was coming!" daisy grumbled with her swollen cheeks.

God, how could he be that blanket?

"Sister?" Suddenly I realized that Daisy was waving her hands right in front of my face.

"Ah, huh?"

"Will you have tea with me?" hail Daisy with a blooming smile.

If he's like that, how can I refuse?

"It is with pleasure" I replied.

Quickly, Daisy pulled both of us by the hand and forced her to follow her.

From the day Daisy caught us in such an uncomfortable position, the girl got closer to me.

If I recall, the shame that struck me at that time I could still feel.

Fortunately, Daisy did not have any thoughts, so it did not cause any other problems.

Even after the next few days, I actually accidentally bumped into Duchess Floniouse at that time.

He was even happy to see me, or maybe the Duchess did like a young girl like me.

If Duke Floniouse, he seems to be indifferent to me. Yeah, at least he didn't show any hateful views towards me.

...~•~...

"Sir Cassie, have you heard that the Kingdom will hold a hunting match between the noble ladies?! daisy exclaimed cheerfully filling the space between us.

"Hunting game?" my ul. Isn't the hunting game usually done by men?

"Yes, my sister was invited there to be her role model" Daisy told me.

"really?" I asked Arlen who was busy sipping his tea.

"That's how it is" he answered briefly and flatly.

"Sister Cassie should come too!" daisy said holding both my hands.

"Eh? Me?" point me to myself.

"Yes, Daisy's right. You must come, " said the man sitting next to me.

"Sister Cassie has been practicing swordplay with her sister for a long time. It's possible that Cassie's sister could win it and become the honorable noble lady of the year" Daisy explained.

Miss honorable noble? Maybe this is what I needed all along. But as I remember there was never a match like this.

Is it just me who doesn't remember? Aish, whatever. If it can make me an honorable miss, why don't I just try?

"Alright, it looks like I'm coming" I said.

"Yes! That's good, brother! In that case, I'll come there to encourage big brother!" exclaim Daisy exhilaration.

It turned out that she was a jolly person, very different from her brother this one.

When I chuckled, I turned my head towards him. I can see a faint smile adorning his face. But when she realized I saw her, she immediately turned her eyes away.

The scrunches were directly imprinted on my eyebrows, what's wrong with her?

Bizarrely.

...~•~ ...

After a pleasant conversation, of course I returned to this house.

The shaky steps always accompanied my path, I lethargicly clenched my hands and knocked on the main entrance of this house.

It didn't take long, as usual a waiter opened the door. But this time it seemed a bit different, the look of the servants in this house was all like being frightened.

What the hell's going on?

"Welcome back, Miss. Do you want me to prepare your bath water?" bargain for the waiter next to me.

Even the rhythm of his speech is gagu like that, something must have happened.

"Where's my dad?" ask me without further ado.

This servant seemed to flinch, making me even more curious as to exactly what was going on in this residence.

"Th-lord... Lord Vi-viscount is in the dining room, N-nona," said this servant.

I actually wanted to ask more, but it seems that looking in person is a good thing right now.

My feet ran small to reach the kitchen space, and before long my eyes were rounded at once.

Blood was everywhere. A stick covered in blood. A bruise is created on the skin.

The atmosphere was very cold, just like the middle of winter. It just entered the summer.

All the servants could only remain silent and try not to care, but it was clear that their faces were like they were staring at death which was right in front.

Naturally all the servants looked frightened, actually I was also very scared.

But compassion now dominates me more. So I quickly approached my father.

...15.01.2021...