The Baltic ancestors were originally just flow mercenaries. Instead of noble blood muscles, he was not even a regular soldier. But when your ancestors showed you the battle of the gods hundreds of years ago in the war, and cut off the knights of one famous enemy country after another, they said that they had finally lost the heads of the enemy generals and offered them directly to the king.
I don't know how it was then, but I guess the scene was a dong-pulling mood.
Did you want to trust your ancestors and protect their borders, or did you want to distance yourself as far as possible from an inexplicable exotic mercenary? The king at the time, as a reward, gave his ancestors the title and the land near the border as a territory. That is the beginning of the Baltic family now.
Then the Baltic family has produced many warriors. That is, children born to the Baltic family were taught to acquire an English talent education in battle without exception for men and women.
Maybe we were all thinking about contributing to the country by force instead because we're not so good at running the territory and earn less. My family is quite short-circuited.
Both my aunt and grandmother said they had been training swords since childhood. So the grandmother became a senior knight of the king's capital while she was a woman, and after leaving behind numerous legends, she took the soldier she met on the battlefield back to her hometown as her son-in-law, and gave birth to three children and arched herself to them.
So naturally I also believed that I could mingle with my brothers and train swords. I thought I could be a fine lady knight like my admiring grandmother.
But...... Neither my father nor my grandmother would allow me to have a sword.
"Cattleya. There's something about people being unsuitable."
My grandmother said to me, holding back my dreams and crying.
"Indeed, it is an ancient custom for Baltic humans to learn martial arts. But times have changed, and many non-sword talents are now required. Even without swordsmanship, you must have a lot of talent. Stretch it out."
"A lot of talent...... What talent do I have?"
…… It's a refinement to know that. Good luck keeping everyone's word. "
In retrospect, I feel misled by saying something quite appropriate.
Why shouldn't I have learned the sword? My grandmother died two years ago, so I can't hear that sincerity now.
Anyway, I have that history, and I'm pretty rare as a Baltic person and have no martial arts savvy at all.
But I was not particularly forbidden to visit archaeology, so I watched my brothers wave their swords as they rubbed around every day.
I also tried not to overhear every word of the battle mindset that my father told my brothers.
So when you can't fight, you can analyze your opponent's strength or your fighting habits (saying this makes my brothers angry not to get on with it). Even in front of warriors, they have the courage not to be afraid. Then there are tough ankles and strength, raised in harsh rural environments.
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Left! Left! Right! Right!
One sword after the other is swept out.
The sudden appearance of an assassin - the fact that the blackcloth man was an exceptional swordsman - was no longer an unquestionable fact.
An unpredictable sword sword. technical ability to target steeples mercilessly and precisely. The movement of the human separated body.
This is a completely different type of combat style than the Baltic Stream, which wipes out enemies with strength and courage.
Normally, a bunch of attacks so sharp that they get pierced by a first shot, such as me.
But this is not the first time I have received this man's sword.
After I was determined in the fifth loop —— I visited the master bedroom more than once, relative to a man.
Killed, a new loop begins, kills again
I don't know who did it, no matter how much I thought about it. I don't even know how to deduce it.
But I have a loop.
Fortunately, it's very easy to meet the killer in person. You can stop by and go to the master bedroom.
And observe and remember the assassin's battle habits, the order of attack crumbly. If he kills me, he goes into a new loop and does the same thing.
With that pile, even a hectic me can take a little bit of a man's attack.
I don't care how many times the loop is limited. The loop ends before the killer is revealed, dies and ends, and if it does, this one loses. But as long as the loop lasts, I challenge the killer as many times as I can.
Is the loop running out first, or am I the first to uncover the killer? Chicken lace is superior.
"Ah."
What a thought, I went in the wrong direction to avoid it. There is no longer an escape, and a slaughter strikes directly from the front.
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"I said..."
And the pillars and the maids who appear. He died again and entered a new loop.
When I get here, I'm used to it, sitting in front of the mirror bench away from the pillars, and just getting the samurai to do their part.
It hurts, and there's fear. I'm also a maiden. I want to keep my chest burning hurt at a sweet and sour love level. But the strong will to be unbeatable moved me.
I started a direct confrontation with the assassin, and already... er, a little over 10 times. I forgot how many times, but with repeated death fights, my senses are definitely being sharpened. Baltic blood in me feels gushing and boiling.
One thing I found out is that this assassin is definitely coming to finish this steep spot. There is no bare gesture at all about putting shallow wounds all over the place and trying to shake me very hard.
It's a little strange that even if you avoid an attack so far by me, you won't change your stance on ending your prey with a single blow.
However, grasping this trend made the opponent's offense extraordinarily easy to read.
I knock through the master bedroom door again, repeating in my head the sword moves of a man, the breath of the attack, and the habit of sneaking.
And dance with men the dance of your life.
...... I said it a little too nicely.
"Up, up, down!!
I'm in too much of a mood to scream in the direction of avoidance. I could see that the assassin was a little surprised and the sword movement would flash. I'm sorry to surprise you.
But I thought if I kept avoiding it, there would be a gap one day, but I can't even come close to a man for long. Anyway, I'd like to pull a black cloth covering my face and reveal who this guy is.
Speaking of which, now this man has shown surprise in my voice. Maybe I could give it a try.
"Why are you trying to kill me?
Turn back, distance yourself from the man, and try to talk. Naturally, but I don't get the answer back.
Or I was stuffed a long way into that gap.
"Someone asked me to -- wow!
Slash the impending blade at your feet and continue further. But it didn't seem to do much for the operation of calling out and inviting agitation.
Does small craftsmanship still work for such an amazing sword user? I mean, with all these arms, I can't help waving a sword to kill a penis like me. I think you should go knock down even dragons without being here.
The blackcloth man makes a sharp and even beautiful sword move to me at all costs, without any hesitation.
Not good.
I could see the man's sword captured my heart. The world is in slow motion, and the tip of my sword is one step closer to my chest and another. We cannot avoid this. Also, the next loop starts.
—— then.
Was it a painful behavior? Has a revelation come down from heaven? Or did my hidden talent spin full and derive the optimal solution?
If I noticed, I pointed behind the man's back, and even as I was surprised, I was holding out my voice.
"Ah, Serenia! How could you be there!
At this late hour, an orthodox lady like Serenia can't be diving into her brother and his wife's bedroom. Some idiots can't be caught up in such an asshole child deception.
I regretted myself saying what a terrible misery it was when I died.
... but.
The blackcloth man was indeed upset and turned his attention behind his back for a moment.
I can't care why. I put all my strength into my feet and stepped forward.
"--Huh!"
A man slightly leaked his breath and protruded his sword. But what do you avoid because you're scared?
Keep it up. I reach for the man's face.
The sword of a man whose strays arose ripped his shoulder off, not my chest. Hot pain runs on my right shoulder. Still, my palm grabs the face of a hate assassin.
"Taken!
The cloth peels off from the man's face, and the blonde, like a brocade, falls zero.
What emerges from among the cloths is a genuine beauty.
I was laughing happily with my brother, the knight with a beautiful voice.
"Riselle......?
Surprised, I also forgot to run around and looked straight at Mr. Riselle's face.
Mr. Riselle leaned down in a hurry to hide his face, but immediately glanced at me.
"I have no grudges against you... forgive me!
The pain runs on my chest when I was blurry. It was a moment.
I screamed in my heart as I approached the death I had even forgotten a few times.
You can't forgive me!!