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Days passed, and Ezekiel studied swordsmanship through General Lum. As a boy who loved learning new things, he finished studying the basics in two weeks, then started sparring with the mercenaries.
While the kid was swinging his wooden sword, Ely could not help but get worried. She was seeing Maro's fearlessness in Ezekiel. What if he grew up learning these dangerous things? A prince would have numerous enemies, and she knew one should not be too soft. Ely did not want her son to be a prince, nor a rebel. She wanted him to have a normal life. How she wished she would never see the day that her son would slice anyone's flesh!
While Ely kept on biting her thumb in nervousness, Princess Rija suddenly arrived.
"You're overreacting. It's just practice," Princess Rija said. She wore a green, flowing chiffon dress, matching the lush grasses she stepped on.
"Even a wooden sword can leave a bruise…" Ely responded. "Wait, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your son?"
