Dream Life

July 10

It's been a long time since I attended the Lockhart family training.

Training for the vigilante is the main thing originally, but I'm definitely the star of the day. Because my grandfather said he wanted to see the achievements of the year, but all my servants, including my father, were gathered together, feeling intrigued.

The opponent followed Mel, Father, and Byron - the newcomer Rigid Swordsman's squire, Byron Seedorf. Exactly. Byron can't pick up a win on his opponent, but he still had a feeling he got stronger in a year. But when I dealt with Nicholas, he made me feel painful about my immaturity.

Well, that'll be good.

But training to deal with my grandfather makes me wonder what training I'm doing.

At least I guess I could have been stronger against pain and fatigue, but I don't feel like I can improve my skill unless I get a little relief from this difference in skill.

Even compared to Byron, a 40-year-old Rigid Swordsman on fat, and his 56-year-old grandfather, his blow is more damaging.

I don't know what to say, but the slaughter my grandfather unleashed feels like it resonates directly into my gut.

At the end of the training or my arm trial, beside me was Beatrice, who seemed worried, and Liddy, who was laughing like she always did. I wanted to speak to the two of them, but right after the training, opening my mouth was also a hundred million robberies.

After about five minutes off, I managed to gain the strength to talk, so I kept my voice on Beatrice, my worried face, for now.

Beatrice gives me a horrible look when I open my mouth.

Seeing this look is strange because she usually looks cute all at once with a sisterly, Rin feel.

Then Beatrice and his squire head Walt - Walt Vassel, the famous spear man - made the arrangements.

Exactly. Walt's skill is amazing, and that Beatrice has no hands or feet.

I don't know exactly because I haven't heard Walt's level lately, but it was over sixty eight years ago, so it could already be nearly seventy.

Did my grandfather instruct me, Walt was fighting as well as he could to look at each other. Nicholas - a squire in charge of home affairs, Nicholas Garland - or Hector - a squire, Hector Marron, Mel's father - Guy - a squire, Guy Jakes, Dan and Sharon's father - would have noticed, but the vigilantes should think Beatrice fought each other with Walt, that “ghost sergeant”.

In fact, since Beatrice declares that his grandfather was mutual shortly after his defeat, this story will soon be passed on to the whole village.

Naturally, Beatrice herself knew, and along the way, she seemed pretty sorry, but at the end of the day, she had a neat face.

She then had mock wars with Nicholas and Byron.

Nicholas had also fought well with the feeling of letting her have flowers, but he had many serious expressions along the way. Perhaps there wasn't that much difference in skill.

Nevertheless, the battle against Byron was a sight to behold.

Beatrice and Byron are almost in each other's stature, and Beatrice has a slightly longer range of spears, but Byron's sword is also a giant object as tall as mine, and there's actually not that much difference in reach.

Both seemed hard to do at first, either because they were dealing with only those smaller than themselves in interpersonal fights, but the clash between the speedy Beatrice and the power-shaped Byron was promising.

Beatrice's sharp thrust, Byron recieves with a giant sword and strikes back with a knife that smashes him with a knife to return. Beatrice flips it with a piece of paper and puts a spear into the torso of the defenseless Byron shortly after he waves down his sword even more. Byron takes it where it won't be fatal, where the armor is thick, and returns a counter-spirited counterattack.

Such an offensive continued, but only in the interpersonal battle, he was a former defensive captain and seemed to have a day captain in Byron, a former mercenary.

Pinch the protruding spear aside and seal the motion, releasing a sharp poke at Beatrice trying to let go of the spear and escape. She avoids it with a single hair, too, but having her weapon taken away declared Byron's victory.

Beatrice seemed pretty angry that I was given a relentless blow to Byron in a mock fight, but this mock fight seemed to break that obsession.

"I'll do it inside. That's a squire serving the Lockhart family."

Byron also breaks his stern face when Beatrice offers his right hand while saying so.

"That's Zach's prospect. If you are so young, you can safely keep Zach."

Beatrice looks strange at the words, but another voice has broken in before she can say anything.

"Mr. Beatrice! Work with me!

Mel was screaming a wooden sword in her hand from behind her.

Beatrice looks at me wondering what to do.

(Is this the guy who says he'll listen to the readiness he said yesterday? But a simulated battle means listening in the flesh language? ……

When I was silent, Liddy, who was dealing with Sharon, joined the conversation.

She said to Beatrice, "Why don't you deal with him?," he said, turning further to Mel, "You want to make it clear which one of us deserves next to Zach, right? asked."

Mel nods loudly, uplifting her face to the words.

Beatrice's still seemed lost, but he looked at Mel, who was motivated, gave up, shook his head small to the side, and then replied, "Okay."

In the square to the west of the mansion, two female warriors confront each other.

The vigilante training seemed to have entered a break, with about twenty spectators watching over the two, including the squire.

My grandfather also felt something and seemed to think the referee was unnecessary and nobody would try to get in between.

Beatrice sets the wooden spear, Mel sets the wooden sword quietly.

And the simulated battle began in a very natural way, without the signal of the beginning of the judgment or from the two of us.

Mel was the first to move.

He stood low with a bastard-shaped wooden sword and tried to dive into the pocket of Beatrice, a giant nearly 2m in sharp steps.

Beatrice opened her eyes slightly to the motion, but put the spear just as low and took the position to intercept.

But Mel goes in with the momentum as it is.

Naturally, Beatrice stuck the spear out sharply and struck Mel on the shoulder.

Mel fell as the solo spun around, but immediately stood up and stared at Beatrice as she stood her sword.

I was questioning the move.

(Without any measures, did you go into Beatrice? If you look at the simulation against Walt and Byron, you'll know Beatrice's skill. Mel also has over thirty skill levels. I'm sure you understand the difference in skill... or is it some kind of countermeasure?

But Mel held onto an attack from the front by the time he was foolish.

Though he was rolled to the ground many times with Beatrice's spear, he quickly rose and slashed.

Beatrice seems to be just as baffled as I am.

From time to time, he sends me his gaze and asks me with his eyes, "What do I do?"

(I don't care what they say to me... I guess this goes on until Mel feels better...)

Apart from what we can call that, more than enough had already passed since the two mock wars began.

Meanwhile, Mel is blown countless times, breathing on her shoulders as she becomes all muddy.

Beatrice, on the other hand, with little change of place, is just spearing into what could be termed Mel's reckless assault, and instead of breathing, he's not even sweating.

The vigilantes go out of their way to say they feel sorry for Mel, but their grandfather said, "Why don't you quiet down!" He shut up immediately after a drink.

I didn't know what Mel intended.

Because I thought I was going to slap everything in my power even if I wasn't enemies.

(Even I'm no match for Beatrice. Even if you used the magic trick. Naturally, there's no element that can beat Mel. But this is training. Just going into the dark clouds won't be training. What are you thinking, Mel?

When I was thinking about that, Liddy, who was next door, was whining to herself.

"That's all she's got... when will Beatrice find out..."

I said to that whine, "What are you talking about?" Asking, "Liddy doesn't try to answer just by shaking her neck small.

Sharon seems to feel something, too, but he didn't answer anything when he got my gaze.

The question in me is dont grow bigger, but I never think of an answer.

Meanwhile, Mel's reckless attacks continued.

After another five minutes or so, I realized that Beatrice's expression had changed from bewildering to serious.

And instead of a light attack like the first one, he began to launch a heavy attack that he didn't think was a mock fight.

Mel was blown up even bigger, so much that he couldn't stand up without his sword as a cane.

I didn't know what this fight meant.

And finally, I couldn't stand it, trying to get into a stop.

But Liddy grabbed my shoulder and shook her head small to the side.

"If you stay that way, you'll get a big injury one of these days. Besides, it doesn't just go into the dark clouds, it doesn't even make it training."

Liddy, who normally talks in mild shape, has a serious look at him at all times.

"Does that look like training to you? That's like a serious battle. Look closely."

I heard the words and put my gaze back on the two of us.

Mel eats his teeth off and breathes on his shoulders with his sword as a cane.

Beatrice kept her spear up and stared at Mel without alarm.

(What's happening? Beatrice doesn't have to give a kid that serious look either... you started to think he wasn't a kid?

Little by little I began to understand the intentions of this struggle.

And during several attacks, Mel struck out Beatrice's spear. That's when I finally figured out what this fight really meant.

Mel was “ready” to hear.

I would get up as many times as I wanted. To stand beside me.

And what about you?

Yes, she's listening.

In contrast, Beatrice also answers.

He said he was ready too.

He said he was ready to beat you. That's why I don't give a shit.

Maybe there's such a conversation going on between you two.

I instinctively felt that my interpretation was not incorrect.

But on the other hand, I didn't know how to answer that thought, or what to do on this occasion.

(As it is, Mel is in danger. No matter how much it's just a stick of wood, it's been punched in over a hundred times. Please come in and stop me... No, I'm the only one here...)

I remember telling Dan last night.

Talk about how Mel's thoughts are just an admiration for love.

But that was a mistake. Yes, Dan's right, that's not what Mel thought.

She stands alone with her strength. Instead of standing up if even a big man takes all that damage, it's not weird to lose your mind.

Her thoughts were so strong by then.

I slowly walked towards the two of us.

Now neither Liddy nor Sharon stopped. Because you know I noticed Mel's thoughts.

I stand in front of Mel,

"I think Beatrice figured out Mel's“ readiness ”too. I figured it out too... that's enough. Because I know exactly how you feel."

When I said that and strangled her, Mel lost her mind by answering "Yes..." with a crouched voice.

I immediately hung the healing magic all over her body.

Nobody says anything in the square like they hit the water.

In the meantime, Beatrice quietly opened her mouth.

"You're no match for this kid's“ readiness "... and I'm not going to lose either. But he won today, Mel."

I laugh when I say that.

I nodded small and took Mel to the mansion.

―――――

In the square west of Lockhart Mansion, Govan Lockhart and Masaias Lockhart were dropping Zacharias off.

"But Zach's in trouble, too. Both Mel and Miss Beatrice...... there is both Mr. Lydia and Sharon. They're all strong women."

Govan also answers the words of Masaias with a bitter smile.

"Oh yeah. I should not have been shown so much readiness from the women's stomach. But I don't know what that clumsy guy will do... No, I might be looking forward to the other way around. Huhuhuhu."

Masaias frowned slightly at Govan's suppressed laughter, but soon his own laughter leaked.

"Huhuhuhuhu, right. Father is right, what is going to happen to that clumsy Zach? What will Mr. Lydia do? Rumors will spread throughout the village, at least by the end of the day. Tonight's Black Ikebuki Pavilion - the only inn and liquor store in the village - will be excited by this story, won't it? Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Tanya - wife of Masaias - is going to scold me, but no, hahahahahaha..."

Govan nodded at Masaias' words and, after laughing again, immediately raised his voice to the vigilante.

"You guys! My twelve-year-old daughter showed all that guts! There's no way a man defending his village can lose to a child! Walt! We're resuming training!

The vigilante men prayed to heaven that the next few hours would pass sooner when today's training went to hell than usual for the words.