There was surely a bruise around here, but the touch of his cheek felt only smooth.
“I will spar with you again today.”
I knew that was coming.
He’s not even wearing his uniform today, and he wants to spar.
Of course, Rosebelia’s skill isn’t influenced by clothing, but whether to call it a lack of prejudice or to say all her focus is on the sparring, I’m not sure.
I bit my lower lip to stop from smiling and met Ian’s face, speaking calmly.
“No, we shouldn’t spar anymore.”
“Suddenly why… if it’s because of my wound…”
“You know too. Why I haven’t sparred with the members for a while.”
My firm voice made Ian’s face turn pale.
“It’s my fault for being careless. It’s not your fault.”
“I couldn’t concentrate either. That’s why I hurt you.”
Ian, who seemed to be about to say something, hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth.
“…In fact, I lost interest in the sword for a while. But I had a reason I couldn’t let go of, so I was forcing myself to hold on.”
I wanted to ask the reason, but Ian’s face looked so painful I couldn’t open my mouth.
Perhaps he read my heart, as he continued with a somewhat sad smile.
“My mother passed away when I was young. She was sick for quite a while, but on the day I first learned to use the sword, I showed her my clumsy swordsmanship in front of my sick mother, and she was really happy.”
Ian’s mother had been the Empress, perhaps? She died suffering a few years after giving birth to Ian.
“That face remained in my memory and wouldn’t be forgotten. So I held onto the sword, and I didn’t want to let go until the end. That’s also why I joined the White Knights.”
He needed motivation.
“…….”
“What led me here was Commander Gabriel’s reputation. But I happened to cross swords with you at the eve festival, and I couldn’t forget that sensation.”
I couldn’t even guess the reason Ian hid his identity and entered the White Knights in the original story since it was from Daisy’s point of view. Knowing the inside story now, a part of my heart felt tight and heavy.
In the original, Ian left the White Knights soon. If what I saw in my dream was something outside of the original…
Rosebelia ultimately refused to spar, and without finding any particular motivation, Ian might have left the White Knights.
And yesterday when I sparred with my senior again with a real sword, I remembered the initial passion I had when I first learned to sword fight. It sparked a will to train harder, so I stayed late to practice today. I will strive harder. Even if it’s a wooden sword for the time being, can you consider….
As I raised my hand, Ian stopped speaking. I couldn’t ignore him when he was speaking with such a desperate voice.
“Alright. If you’re fine with a wooden sword, I’ll spar with you.”
“Thank you, senior.”
“……Actually, I too have once lost interest in the pen, no, the sword.”
“You, senior?”
After losing both my mother and grandmother, I fell into a slump for a while. It was a time when not only fencing but everything seemed useless.
“I was about to give up, but thinking of my deceased mother, I somehow held on. I felt like my mother would be disappointed if I let go easily.”
I somehow managed, but eventually, I had to give up fencing due to an injury. Still, I didn’t want to give up fencing altogether, so I practiced alone in secret.
“……”
“But no matter how much I think about it, using my body like this seems to suit me. It’s fun too.”
Unlike fencing, where only victory or defeat matters, the swordfighting here can mean life or death. Although that was a bit scary, I was happy to be able to wield a sword again, even in Rosebelia’s body.
“You had those concerns too, senior.”
“And your skill is really excellent now. I’m just a little better.”
As soon as I finished speaking, Ian laughed out loud. I looked up at Ian’s face in wonder.
Had Ian ever laughed so comfortably before?
“Should I give you this today?”
What he pulled out of his pocket was the candy he had taken from me in the square last time.
“You kept it without eating it? You’re really…”
What a strange guy.
I, who had been staring at the candy, burst into laughter. It was then that Ian suddenly grabbed the hem of my cloak.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, nothing.”
“You’re bland.”
“Let’s go down.”
Ian didn’t let go of my cloak until we landed below the wall.
His persistent touch was like a child holding onto their mother’s hem, afraid of losing her in a crowd.
“But you know.”
I called, and Ian followed, answering.
“Speak.”
“Newbie, how old are you?”
In the original work, there was no mention of the ages of Ian and Edwin. So I could only guess that they were older than Daisy.
“I’ll be twentytwo on my upcoming birthday.”
Twentytwo? I know Rosebelia is turning twenty on her upcoming birthday…
Was Ian older?
I tightly closed my lips, which were about to part in surprise, and hastened my steps toward the stable.
“You, senior…….”
“See you tomorrow, newbie.”
[Star Icon]The peaceful daily routine continued for a few days, almost suspiciously so. Thanks to repeating the routine of leaving the mansion early and returning late to avoid meeting Herman and Olivia, my mind was at ease.
It was somewhat disappointing not to see Vivian and Kaiden, but I was much more comfortable.
“Edwin.”
As I stopped in place, Edwin raised his eyebrows as if to ask what was going on.
“Is your leg really okay? It still looked uncomfortable during the class.”
“It’s just a sprain. It’ll get better soon…….”
“Wait, be quiet for a moment.”
For a brief moment, but the bushes behind Edwin moved unmistakably. It was an unnatural movement to be caused by the wind.
“Why?”
“I think something’s moving there.”
Thinking it might be a kitten, I approached, and the bushes shook even more violently.
At the moment someone tried to draw a sword over the bushes, someone screamed.
Was it a person, not a cat?
The first thing that came into my hesitant sight was a dress hem.
Wait, a dress in the knight’s order?
There were a few female knights in the knight’s order, but aside from Rosebelia, they were all commoners, so I wouldn’t see a dress here without wearing it myself…..
I looked behind the bushes with a doubtful face. Soon, what filled my sight was,
“Hello.”
It was the original heroine, Daisy, getting up with an awkward face.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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