-Two months have passed since my rebirth.
I already have less than a year left before the story begins.
For the past two months, I have spent my days training.
I have been steadily improving my status by doing late-night training without fail.
Furthermore, thanks to Erna's guidance, my swordsmanship has improved dramatically.
As proof of this, I am receiving Erna's instruction for the third time today.
"--Ha!
Ho!"
I grip the wooden sword and slash at her with all my strength.
The difference between the two is obvious.
The difference in ability is obvious.
But I knew that.
My goal is to steal as many techniques as possible.
I will just slash at them with everything I've got.
What's wrong, your movements are becoming monotonous!
"----!"
As proof of this, she held her wooden sword in front of her, as if anticipating my continued thrusts.
Here!
--Aiming for this moment, I stepped lower than usual and raised the wooden sword with great force.
The reason I had been repeating the same attack pattern earlier was a pretext for this.
The actual "I'm not a fan of the way you do it," he said, "but I'm not a fan of the way you do it.
----!?"
His aim was only half successful.
Erna avoided a direct hit by jumping backward, but her stance was slightly disrupted.
(If this is the right time--!!!)
I instantly closed the distance between me and Erna and swung the wooden sword down with all my might.
But--!
"Hmm, that was a close one.
Nah!
It was an instant.
For a moment, Erna's right hand holding the wooden sword seemed to shake, and the next moment, my wooden sword was already flying high in the air.
The next moment, my wooden sword was already flying high in the air.
(Is it so different? ...!)
I couldn't even catch it with my eyes.
This is the difference between me and the S rank adventurer Erna at the moment. ...
Damn!
The actual "I'm not a fan of the way you look at it, but I'm not a fan of the way you look at it either.
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While Lesto was gnashing his teeth in frustration, Erna Bryzel's inner thoughts were shaken with no small amount of shock.
It's no wonder, because Resto's growth has been extraordinary.
It has only been two months since she began teaching him the sword.
Despite this, Resto's ability was remarkable.
Both his sword skills and physical abilities have grown remarkably.
His momentum is so great that he has even surpassed his two older brothers.
(Anyone who knows the nature of the ... skill would be astonished at how extraordinary this is.)
It is not only because the two brothers are about to catch up with each other, even though they started their training half a year earlier than Resto.
Swordsmanship skills increase one's skill with a sword, and also include a correction to one's physical abilities when using a sword.
In the first place, there is no way that a being with only non-combat skills can keep up with them.
Despite this, Resto, who at this point is almost on par with his two older brothers, is either a genius or the result of blood-soaked effort.
Sweat of excitement ran down Erna's spine.
(Perhaps I am raising an extraordinary gem. ...)
But that said, there was also an unfortunate fact.
Resto is indeed a genius. There is no doubt about that.
However, he is not the only one who has been trained in this world.
There is no doubt that he is a leap ahead of his peers, but he is no match for those who have accumulated hard work along with powerful combat skills.
The former Erna, of course, is probably about even with the person she is currently mentoring elsewhere - the second King Girl, who only acquired her skills just a month ago.
Such a sad reality certainly exists in this world.
--After 10 minutes of further training, he said, "Okay, that's it for today.
"Okay, that's enough for today."
He lowered his wooden sword and Erna announced the end of his training.
She then lowered the wooden sword and Erna announced the end of her training: "Yes! Thank you very much!
Resto bowed his head and thanked her.
He was very satisfied with his work.
She was very happy to see him. Keep up the good work.
Yes!
After nodding his head, Resto bowed deeply one more time and left the training hall.
Erna looked at his back and muttered regretfully.
If only he had the skills for combat, he could have been so outstanding that he would have left his mark on history. ...
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--The next two weeks passed, and we were at the dinner table.
Just as I was thinking that the dinner table was the same as usual, my father, Gad, suddenly announced, "The second princess is the guest of honor.
The second princess will be here as a guest.
To ......?