“Ah, you’re here?”
Atia raised her eyebrows, a small dumbbell in hand.
“Everyone’s exhausted after the match. What’s the point of excessive training when they lack technique?”
Casus let out a bitter laugh out of absurdity.
“Ha, what? Technique?”
Atia bent her knees into a ‘ㄱ’ shape while holding the dumbbell, speaking.
“If the foundation is weak, the building is prone to collapse. The same goes for humans. They’re in this state because you only drill them mindlessly.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Stupidity, ignorance. Isn’t the ultimate goal of training to healthily strengthen the body and mind, and thereby protect the Wellington and Feln Empire?”
Atia said, looking into Casus’s eyes.
Casus cared about his people. Not only the commoners, but he also considered the welfare of his knights. He was a nobleman.
Casus let out a snort of laughter.
“So?”
“Ligament rupture, muscle pain, back pain. Do you not care about these?”
Atia continued to spout incomprehensible words.
“There was virtually no response to injuries, right?”
“Inevitably, injuries can occur during training.”
“But there’s a way to greatly reduce those injuries?”
“What?”
Atia widened her eyes and cut her words.
“Speaking of which. Your Grace, you aren’t in good health yourself, how would you notice the condition of the knights?”
The day Kang Jeeha possessed Atia and first saw Casus.
Atia had noticed that his health was far worse than it appeared.
However, because Casus was so defensive about his body, nothing could be done.
“How can a person who doesn’t take care of himself take care of others?”
Atia knew better than anyone that the diligent Casus didn’t take care of himself.
Although she knew he wasn’t the type to listen to advice.
Casus smirked at her confident words.
“You speak like a seasoned Knight Commander.”
“Ah, um….”
“Even though you’ve never been to the battlefield.”
“Why don’t Your Grace, with all your experience, give it a try?”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
“Look at that. Even a little overdoing it causes pain.”
Atia gestured toward the knights sprawled out.
They were groaning in pain, each making different sounds like patients in an intensive care unit.
“It might be a good idea to start from the basics when training knights.”
“…….”
Atia hadn’t actually done any training.
But she exuded the aura of a captain who had spent decades on the battlefield.
Although she had no reason to.
Casus stared intently at Atia.
“What’s the purpose of that motion you’re doing now?”
“Lunges.”
A movement where she stretched one leg forward, bent her knee, and also bent the back leg.
But to Casus’s eyes, it looked like an awkward position, neither sitting nor standing.
Like a strange statue stiffening up while trying to get up from a seat.
However, Atia continued unfazed, switching her legs and putting strength into her lower body.
Casus, who had experienced all sorts of things, could not understand this truly incomprehensible creature named Atia.
If only he could see through her inner thoughts.
“Lunges?”
Atia caught her breath and looked at Casus again.
“Yes, have you ever tried it?”
“No.”
“Ah, the Northern Duke doing lunges. Of course, you wouldn’t have.”
“That’s a ridiculous move.”
“Do you find it funny?”
“Neither kneeled nor not kneeled.”
“This movement could possibly save your body, you know?”
Casus snorted.
“Then, would you like to try a squat?”
“Sq……what?”
“Squat.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Atia put down the dumbbell and took a stance.
“It’s best done with a barbell.”
Atia, seeming disappointed, ‘tsk’ed and scanned Casus from head to toe.
Sharp chin line, prominent nose, stunning proportionality, and golden ratio that stood out.
A strong masculine scent that was unmatched among many knights.
Casus, wherever he went, aroused envy for his excellent appearance.
But through Atia’s hawklike eyes, he was 2 percent. No, slightly more disappointing.
Considerations of slight imbalances in the shoulder, or how it would be better if the neck went a bit further back, such things.
Flaws in the jade tend to stand out more.
Hence, Atia was all the more disappointed.
“Duke, bodyweight squats might be best for you. It seems too strenuous to lift weights.”
Casus experienced an unfamiliar emotion at the newly introduced term.
“Thighs, buttocks, calves, I think there’s no better lower body exercise than this.”
“What?”
“It would be better for the Duke’s condition to exercise with just his bodyweight rather than to strain with weightlifting.”
“What, what strain?”
When Casus asked, Atia spread her knees on both sides and sat in an awkward position, slowly moving her back and buttocks backwards.
“Would you like to try it once, if you’re okay? I’ll watch.”
Atia looked as though she were sitting on an invisible chair.
“Do you want me to, do that now?”
Atia raised her eyebrows and nodded her head.
Casus chuckled.
“No, it’s not necessary.”
“Hm?”
Atia, with her arms stretched out in front of her, looked at him.
He wasn’t a person who would take advice even if it was given verbally.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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