The Youngest Daughter of the Swordsmanship Family Turned Great Mage (32 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 16
“I’ve already heard that story countless times over the past month. Because you kept saying your clothes wouldn’t fit if you gained weight, you’ve been putting off calling Madame Wide. And now you want to delay it again?”
“It’s not that I want to delay it—it’s just that the clothes could be slightly…”
“No. I can’t stand seeing you wear clothes that don’t even fit anymore. We’ll make new ones when they get too small, so listen to me today.”
Rogette made a surprised face, and Isabelle frowned.
“Don’t worry about the cost of your clothes, so stop making that face.”
Rogette sensed that arguing further would only anger Isabelle, so instead of protesting, she meekly replied,
“Yes.”
“Alright, now that we’re decided, let’s take your measurements.”
Isabelle clapped once, and immediately the staff rushed toward Rogette with measuring tapes.
Rogette kept repeating “Unnie? Unnie?” until the attendants led her behind a screen.
Madame Wide smiled gently as she watched Isabelle sip her tea.
“The young princess is truly…”
Before she could finish, Isabelle interrupted.
“Isn’t she adorable?”
Her voice was as dull as someone making a bland comment like “The weather’s nice today.” But Madame Wide, who had known Isabelle since childhood, instantly realized she was utterly smitten with her younger sister.
The little princess was certainly precious—but Princess Isabelle herself was quite adorable too.
However, Isabelle hated being treated like a child. Having lost her mother at a young age, she had shouldered the household duties of House Adrian early on and had always longed to grow up quickly.
Even though she herself was still at an age where she deserved abundant love.
But Madame Wide skillfully concealed her thoughts.
“Yes, she is adorable.”
“That’s why I’m counting on you.”
“Yes, the dress will be absolutely perfect—”
“No, not that.”
“Oh.”
Once again, Madame Wide quickly grasped Isabelle’s true meaning.
“Yes. I’ll be sure to mention how cute and lovable she is.”
Salons were places where rumors constantly circulated.
Currently, all of high society’s attention was fixed on the fortunate second princess of House Adrian—Rogette Adrian.
However, thanks to Duke Adrian’s strict orders to keep his staff’s mouths shut, no rumors about Rogette had spread at all.
Yet the more mysterious she remained, the more people grew curious.
Over the past month, Madame Wide had received more inquiries than ever about whether she’d seen the new Adrian princess.
Thus, Isabelle’s words were really a firm instruction to prevent any unfavorable gossip about her sister from leaking out.
“The princess truly cherishes the little princess.”
Isabelle scoffed.
“Cherishes? I simply don’t want idle talk about House Adrian spreading.”
Despite her words, a soft smile graced Isabelle’s lips as she gazed beyond the screen.
The first time she’d seen Rogette, Isabelle had been deeply worried.
She hadn’t opposed gaining a younger sister, but she feared gentle-looking Rogette wouldn’t survive the ruthless world of high society.
—Then just sponsor her.
That was why she’d suggested it. Being hailed as a genius under House Adrian’s patronage would ensure a smoother life than if she were merely seen as an adopted commoner.
But Rogette’s adoption had been decided. Though she hadn’t wanted to admit it, within a month Isabelle had completely fallen for her new little sister.
“I’ll protect her.”
Daniel and Lucas were men—they couldn’t understand how terrifying high society truly was. A single flaw could be seized upon and torn apart.
Even Isabelle herself had been gossiped about behind her back simply for learning swordsmanship as a woman.
So it was obvious what kind of whispers Rogette would face.
“Make sure you emphasize that the Adrians adore Rogette.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Never let anyone forget that Rogette had House Adrian behind her—that was the warning’s true meaning.
Madame Wide smiled again as she watched Isabelle quietly sip her tea.
Just as expected—you’re still terrible at being honest.
Madame Wide sent nightgowns first. The new nightgown was as soft as the ones Isabelle had worn over the past month, but unlike those, it fit Rogette’s body perfectly.
After changing into it, Rogette paced back and forth before the mirror, examining herself and running her fingertips over the soft fabric.
Joan, now officially Rogette’s personal maid, watched her with amusement.
“You should sleep soon.”
“Mm.”
She longed to show off her new nightgown to her family, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. With reluctance, Rogette lay down in bed.
Perhaps thanks to the new nightgown, she quickly drifted into a deep sleep.
“Hey, kid!”
Hours later, Rogette was awakened by Lucas Adrian’s voice.
“Hey, kid!”
When Rogette, who’d been enjoying pleasant dreams, still wouldn’t wake, Lucas leapt straight onto her bed. The soft mattress dipped briefly before bouncing back.
“Hey, little one.”
“…”
“Youngest.”
“Mmmph.”
Rogette wriggled deeper under the covers. Lucas chuckled softly at the sight of his little sister.
‘So cute.’
Just over a month ago, their father, Duke Adrian, and elder brother, Daniel Adrian, had left the mansion to deliver supplies—as they always did—to the orphanage they regularly sponsored.
Usually returning by evening after a morning trip, this time they stayed away for several days, claiming urgent business.
Then, unexpectedly, the butler Sebastian spoke up.
—“Master says he will adopt a young lady. She’s returning with them today.”
—“A young lady? Adoption?”
—“Yes. You’ll soon have a younger sister, young master.”
A younger sister?
Though the news was sudden, Lucas was delighted. With only an older brother and sister above him, he’d always longed for a younger sibling—and now one had appeared! How wonderful!
And indeed, when his father and brother returned days later, they brought with them a small, endearing little girl.
She was delicate in every way. Her hair was pink like cotton candy, and her eyes were the soft blue of a spring sky.
And her skin? So pale it seemed she’d never seen sunlight—especially compared to the Adrian family, whose skin had been nicely tanned from daily sword training outdoors.
Though underfed and frail, with the right care she’d surely become as lovely as a doll.
That was Rogette Adrian, now sleeping before him.
How had such a beautiful child become his sister?
Truthfully, Lucas had hoped for a sibling to play and run around with.
But Rogette was frail and shy—not exactly suited for roughhousing.
Still, Lucas didn’t mind. So what if she lacked strength? He’d just train her up from now on!
Gazing once more at doll-like Rogette, he called out again.
“Wake up, wake up!”
Finally, Rogette rubbed her eyes open, revealing her jewel-like blue irises.
Lucas grinned widely and shouted,
“We’ve got dawn practice to attend!”
[This is the timeline separator]When Lucas had given her his old wooden sword, Rogette had clearly promised to learn swordsmanship—it seemed only right as a member of House Adrian.
But due to her limited physical stamina, she’d gradually postponed actual training.
And now, at last, the day had come. Though she hid it well, Rogette was secretly excited.
However, it wasn’t long before she regretted her decision.
“Alright, let’s build your basic stamina first. Run three laps around the training grounds and come back!”
Lucas had shown up at dawn, dragging half-asleep Rogette outside, insisting they keep their promise of morning practice.
Not satisfied with that, he’d also appointed himself her swordsmanship instructor.
“What are you waiting for? Let’s go!”
“Mm.”
Wearing borrowed training clothes from Isabelle, Rogette started walking toward the training grounds under Lucas’s urging. Instantly, the knights already present turned their eyes toward her.
They began whispering.
“Is that the one…?”
“I thought she wasn’t learning swordsmanship…”
“Isn’t she still too young for it?”
Despite their confusion, the knights found Rogette—pumping her arms determinedly as she walked—utterly endearing.
The Adrians were a family born for swordsmanship. Even as children, they were taller and stronger than their peers.
The three Adrian siblings (excluding Rogette) had been no exception, confidently darting around the training grounds from their very first lesson.
Even Isabelle, though a girl, quickly developed swordsmanship skills rivaling those of grown adults thanks to her remarkable stamina.
Ordinarily, noble ladies were figures knights protected—but Isabelle was the opposite: a commander they respected and followed.
Perhaps that was why the knights instantly adored Rogette, their youngest lady, whom they felt compelled to shield.
But Lucas seemed blind to Rogette’s cuteness. He trailed closely behind his sister, urging her on.
“Hey, you’re too slow! Is that walking or running? Pick up the pace!”
Sir, young master! The youngest miss isn’t like Lady Isabelle! How can she run with those legs?
Anxiously, the knights even considered volunteering to run in her place.
But Rogette, sensing their concern, didn’t throw a tantrum. Instead, she gritted her teeth and tried to quicken her pace—though it barely progressed from slow walking to brisk walking.
As she walked, her feet tangled and she tumbled to the ground.
“Ah!”
A collective gasp escaped the knights. They worried the tiny lady might burst into tears.
Even Lucas, who’d been sternly pushing her, was startled. He rushed to help her up.
“Hey, are you alright?”
Seeing her scraped knee, he turned around and crouched before her.
“Hop on, kid.”
“…?”
“We need to see the medic. Hurry up.”
The knights panicked and dashed over.
“Let us carry her!”
“Please, leave the young lady to us!”
Lucas shot them a sharp glare—his silent message clear: “How dare you lay hands on my sister?”
Normally amiable toward the knights, Lucas now fixed them with an unexpectedly fierce gaze. As they instinctively flinched and hesitated, he repeated,
“Come on, get on.”
“I’m fine.”
“Don’t cry—just get on.”
“I’m not crying.”
Rogette truly was fine—and she wasn’t crying. Her knee stung a little, but compared to the beatings she’d endured from Marquis Dallas in the past, this was nothing.
“I can keep going.”
She quickly brushed the sand off her knee and began walking around the training grounds again.
Lucas stared at her, dumbfounded, while the knights murmured about how spirited the youngest princess was.
With silent encouragement from every knight present, Rogette completed her three laps.
“Good job, kid.”
Lucas gave her a thumbs-up, but Rogette was utterly spent.
Her heart pounded furiously, and her lungs felt squeezed—similar to casting high-tier magic, yet distinctly different.
“Thirsty…”
She murmured without realizing, and instantly the knights nearby scrambled to bring her water.
“Here, my lady. Have some water.”
The first to arrive was a late-teen knight with striking reddish-brown hair and freckles across his nose.
“Th-thank…”
As Rogette reached for his water bottle, she suddenly froze. Staring intently at the nameless knight, he grinned.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?”
But Rogette couldn’t answer. Memories surged through her mind.
‘I know that face.’
The knight in her memory was more mature, but unmistakably the same person.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
Pache98
Oh no hahahaha they will think she is smitten by that knight hahaha. Still! Good for the baby to exercise and learn at least the basic from swordsmanship