Common Sense of a Duke’s Daughter

"Look, what's up? Not enough punch in."

Cancun, and the sound of a tooth-crushed sword meeting sounds.

Gentle Lyle was coaching the Knights more than a game against them.

Next to that, I was dealing with the military, too.

... Why is this happening?

Yesterday, for sure, I had a mock fight with my master...... I was just dating my master's depression.

The army guys and the knights were just looking at it from a distance.

Unlike the kind of gaze that comes to mind when you did your mock opponent in Wang Du before, it's like being awed somewhere.

If you leave me alone, no matter how they look at me, I have an offer to do a mock fight today.

The master told us to take it for fun, and we accepted that it would be a good time for us.

... Nevertheless, rather than a mock fight, it felt like I was putting on an archery one way or another.

Lyle is getting hot, too, but he looks more like him when he's teaching his men on Armenian soil than against his equal opponents.

It's a corner, so I'd like to work with someone other than Lyle and Master in a little while.

Second, I felt my gaze.

Just when you played your opponent's sword, check there.

Was that, for sure... the son of the Knights Commander and said something about Dorsen? I don't remember the name well, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that you are one of those men who worked disrespect for the princess.

Why do you look like you're eating me or Lyle? Why do you have that look on your face when you said something?

That question arose, but his very existence was unpleasant, so I decided not to notice and concentrated on the game.

"... WWI, I want you to professor"

At the end of the game, Drussen declares so.

The Knights seemed to panic as funny.... You seem worried about how we'll respond to Dorsen.

"Oh, good."

"... if I win"

Their worries will end with concern... yes, I thought so.

Let me see the Duke of Armenia.

To that one word, the idea disappeared.

"... what are you saying...?

"You're right. … I'd like you to work on it so I can meet her."

"We're escorts. You can't say that to a princess."

"I've already asked the Duke's house. But the answer was no. … you tell her that her credibility is also serious. It will be possible to hold"

"... put aside if you trust me, now that we serve the princess, do you think we'll bother to help him like you?

"... so when you win..."

"... interesting"

Two things, anger springs up.

What do you want me to do?

Again, are you annoying the princess? Are you willing to take it in?... or are you willing to apologize now?

There's no way I can forgive any of that.

"... unlike Lyle, you think you can beat me? Come on, come on. Instead, if I win, you stay away from the princess in the future."

While the referee is puzzled, he cites the voice of the start of the game.

Well, how do I cook it for you?

Anger to the point of violence swirls through me.

Oh, hot. When has it been so angry?

Licking my lips, I was just wondering what to do with them.

Even the knights, not the army guys, would think it's going to pull a dong.

... That's how I shouldn't have moved thinking.

For a moment, it was.

In an instant, the other sword blew away.

I thought I'd hunt you down with more jitters.

... well, okay.

Lyle moved too much last time. I would have hurt you more.

That's when I waved my sword against someone whose hips I could pull.

"... what are you going to do? Lyle."

"Calm down, Dida"

It was Lyle who stopped my sword.

"... I'm calm, no more. If you know what I mean, get out of the way."

"I don't know."

I didn't care. Always the princess. The best one shelters the man who harmed her.

I had no idea what he was thinking about leaving my back to me.

"If you take refuge in him any more, you won't forgive him."

"... superior"

That's how me and Lyle bump each other's swords.

Still, Lyle doesn't pull. I mean... I knew Lyle's sword was heavy.

"... look closely, Dida"

Lyle screamed as she took my sword.

"... oh? Look what..."

Say so quickly or not, Dorussen sitting behind Lyle gets into my eyes.

At that moment, I stopped moving.

"... why, did you stop...?

No one else asked me that, it was Drussen.

"I ask the other way around. Why do I have to fulfill your hopes?

"... why did you..."

Dorsen opens his eyes as surprised.

"Take a look at your face.... Damn, I'm so excited."

"... wait...!

Dorsen screamed, trying to stop me from getting out of the arena.

I'm not going to stop because I'm not going to ask.

"If you won't do it, who will punish me...!

I change my mind and go to Dorsen.

And I swung my sword as much as I wanted.

The sword that crushes the tip, though, pierces the ground beautifully.

"Don't tell me I licked you too much, okay?

I crouched to fit Dorsen's gaze.

"Who will you punish? Hmm, you can't possibly know.... because our cause isn't shallow enough to liquidate easily."

Apologize, yes, it's over... Oh, my God, you can't forgive me.

You should repent and repent and suffer.

Debris, and carve it into your heart.

Our anger.

And grief for the princess.

I left him there, and now it's time to get out of the arena.

Lyle was satisfied with me leaving, too, leaving the scene the same way.

After that, we let the training resume again.