Chapter 9 (1/2)

Episode 9. Chapter 2. The Little Kid and The Little Kid. (7)

To avoid Adrienne’s gaze, Cyril turned his head slightly. Adrienne, who was speaking loudly with her mouth open, blinked.

Cyril was oblivious to the fact that he was avoiding her gaze. She didn’t want to look at Adrienne right now for some reason. After a while, the “knock knock” sound stimulated his ears once more. Cyril was forced to look away once more.

Adrienne was nodding her head, as if telling him to come closer. She was clearly going to keep knocking on the window if he didn’t listen. It’s better to be bothered once than many times. Cyril stood up and walked towards the window for the first time.

“Why are you calling me?”

Adrienne gave him a big smile as he spoke through the glass. As she was bothering the sick man, she smiled once more. She’s strange in so many ways.

Cyril had a crooked thought.

Hoo—.

Adrienne, who is completely unaware of the idea, began yet another eccentricity. It was unusual to be able to breathe through a clean window. Adrienne, who breathed through a clean window, put her finger on it and moved it for a while.

[To.ge.ther. do.it.]

“Let’s do it together,” she wrote in her honest handwriting, without thinking about what others would see. The sloping handwriting appeared to be good, but it was bad handwriting; even though she knew he was sick, she still asked him to do it with her.

“—I’ll think about it.”

Regardless, Adrienne is Cyril’s first friend, and this is the first time a friend has asked him to do something together.

That honesty touched Cyril’s heart, and he nodded his head. Adrienne smiled brightly behind the blurry glass. Cyril didn’t have the confidence to face that smile, so he turned around and pretended not to know.

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But that was all.

Cyril couldn’t understand why he did that on that day four months later.

“Ah!” Cyril froze when he felt the light blow.  After being startled by the hard feel of the wooden sword, the unknown flutter that tickled one side of his chest had already disappeared.

“Aren’t you going to avoid it?”

Adrienne, who had hit Cyril on the shoulder without mercy, tilted her head innocently. Cyril felt cheated since he said he couldn’t see the flying sword with his own eyes. The frail body and the strength to crawl on the floor were overwhelming merely to digest the basic training, running.

He spent three months working on his stamina, and he’s only been holding the sword for a month.

“Do it again.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

It was far too early to begin a full-fledged fight, but the knight would not back down. After all, don’t children grow up fighting? The problem was that the ‘children’ were their Master’s daughter and the Duke of Thesar’s son, but it was too embarrassing to consider it a match in the first place.

“Ah!”

“Why aren’t you avoiding me?”

Moreover, the Young Master usually went to Adrienne’s one-sided beating, but there was no way because the person involved, Cyril, refused to stop her. In the eyes of the Knight, the victory or defeat was actually decided from the beginning.

Adrienne was taller than her peers, had greater endurance, and had begun swordsmanship several months before Cyril, so it was natural for her to win. The Knights knew that the Lord, Count Cassinel, often thought, ‘How great it would have been if Adrienne had been his successor.’

Cyril, on the other hand, was thin and lacked physical strength. One grit was sufficient, but it was meaningless right now due to a lack of skills.

‘But we don’t know what’s going to happen in a few minutes.’

They were already in their third fight.

The Knights stared at Cyril with a sword, pretending to be calm despite the fact that his beaten arm was stinging. Cyril, who had been in bed for a long time, was regaining strength quickly. He was still short, but his arms and legs were long, so he had a promising future. He would have been a great young man if he had grown up without any problems.

The Young Lady would have grown up by then, so it could be a good match. When he saw the children arguing, the old Cassinel Knights smiled warmly. They’ve been in this relationship since they were kids. It was like a romantic couple that his wife would like to know.

‘What’s all this about?’

And Cyril, who is in charge of one of the pairs, gritted his teeth. When the sweet phrases of romance and relationship were gone, just the flames of revenge and duel dominated Cyril.

“Do you like being beaten, Cyril?”

“Would you like it?”

“Can I take a look?”

“Don’t say such a thing.”

Cyril’s heart was on fire due to those blue eyes and the fact that he was carrying a sword.