Knight with Wand

But the lesson in the head came and went quickly.

Olivia quickly put it behind her, and regained her excitement as if the wound had healed and the pain had been forgotten.

She looked at Leon: "Can you pull it out and have a look?"

"Please, but it's very sharp, be careful not to hurt yourself." Leon did not forget to remind safety.

No matter how delicate it is, it is a weapon after all, not a toy, and you must be careful at all times.

Olivia nodded obediently, holding the hilt of the sword lightly with her right hand, and slowly pulled out the long sword.

The smooth and beautiful blade rang out of the sheath.

Under the bright sunshine, the sharp blade reflecting the silver light was dazzling.

The girl pointed the sword upwards, deflected the sword body, and admired the exquisite sword forged from special steel with admiration in her eyes.

Olivia instinctively raised her hand, but halfway through the sword, her hand retracted, and she glanced at the boy beside her anxiously.

Leon smiled, as if he saw through the girl's eagerness to try.

"Why are you looking at me with such pitiful eyes? If you want to play, just play. Anyway, there is no one here, and we will not report it to your father. As long as you don't get hurt, well. Don't accidentally drop your hand and hurt us, it doesn't matter if you wave it here."

"Thank you, Leon."

Olivia's eyes became brighter after getting permission.

Without a belt to fix it, and not wanting to put her friend's scabbard on the ground and get it dirty, she had to deftly turn the scabbard over with her left hand.

After Leon took the scabbard, Olivia took a few steps back, slightly distanced herself from the three people, and then turned sideways to face the deserted wilderness.

"The last time I secretly played with the steel sword in the shop was three years ago." The girl murmured with lingering feelings, holding the long handle raised to the side with both hands.

Under her long skirt that was a bit in the way, her light footsteps changed in an instant.

Buzz——!

Two silver wheels flashed by with a whistling sound, and Leon felt his eyes blurred.

The girl's figure had quickly completed the step forward and step back, and stopped in a posture similar to "bull style".

His originally quite natural expression froze on his face.

?

? ?

What happened?

He blinked hard, and his head tried to recall.

It seemed, it seemed, it might be, probably, maybe just saw Olivia step from right to left in a similar "roof style", change her body shape, and step back to the original position.

Yes, it was just a change of left and right postures, very fast and very clever. This is a very common sword-swinging warm-up. But, what about the sword?

No sword swinging?

Just the footsteps and body shape changes, no sword swinging?

No! He was indeed blinded by the two reflected sunlight! And the girl in front of him did change from raising the sword to holding it horizontally.

A little cold sweat seeped out of Leon's forehead.

This terrifying sword speed, what kind of superman swordsmanship is this?

He could barely guess from the changes in his body that it was a side slash, followed by a step back and another slash over the shoulder, and then he took advantage of the situation to hold the sword back on the spot.

The sun's rays naturally could not keep up with the metal mirror passing through the air.

It was his dynamic vision that did not keep up with the trajectory of the sword blade just now, so that his brain even had doubts!

Leon glanced at his companions.

Lohak opened his mouth in astonishment, and he could almost stuff an egg into it.

Azerien's reaction was the same as his, rubbing his eye sockets as if he suspected that he was dazzled.

However, Olivia, who was focused, did not pay attention to the doubts of the three foreign friends.

She was completely immersed in the joy of swinging the long sword in her hand.

Step lightly.

The girl's figure then passed a shoulder distance.

The sword wind whistled, and in an instant, three dancing arcs of light seemed to cover the girl with a silver veil.

The moment the footsteps landed, two shadows separated the breeze in front of them.

When Leon saw the blade again, the girl had stopped walking and the long sword was placed at her side in an "iron gate" posture.

"I can't move my feet. The skirt is really a bit of a hindrance."

Olivia lowered her head and complained in a low voice. She raised the blade, lifted the hem of her skirt with her left hand and rolled it up, tucking the hem of the skirt into the waistband.

Of course, this move did not expose any of the popular things. Under the girl's long skirt was a pair of very unromantic white cuffed shorts, and even her calves were completely protected by tight stockings.

However, Leon had no intention of complaining about how conservative the women in this world were.

His brain's thinking ability was still in the futile attempt to capture the sword shadow.

Without waiting for everyone to come back to their senses, Olivia, who had rolled up her skirt, moved again.

Cut! Pick! Chop!

Swing! Cut! Wrap!

The small shoes moved swiftly on the grass.

Moving forward, backward, turning, moving sideways, the swift and flexible body movements made the skirt hanging on the side fly continuously.

The petite figure was shrouded in flashes of cold light.

The long sword seemed to have lost its weight in the girl's hands, and even lost its trajectory.

In the flash of light, the beautiful golden hair danced in an elegant and dangerous dance.

Leon gradually gave up trying to see the missing sword.

He focused on the girl's shoulders, arms, thighs, and the steps that kept swimming like a swift flying low.

Only by focusing on the girl's coordinated movements and inertia of action, he could barely guess from the side where the long sword in the girl's hand had previously passed.

It was like dancing.

A deadly and beautiful dance of death.

The fallen leaves fluttered gently in the wind.

The thin leaves touched the place where the gorgeous sword light reached, and they split into two leaves silently in the blink of an eye.

The drooping blade tip suddenly lost its sword power.

The sword body seemed to have regained its mass, and the whirlwind rolled up in this steady and natural pause swept across the ground.

The grass whirred as if it had woken up, and the waves of air pressed long sword marks on the ground.

Olivia exhaled the clear breath in her chest steadily, as if she had had enough of it.

She put away her posture, skillfully turned the hilt of the sword with her five fingers, and held the hilt with her backhand, with the tip of the sword facing up and the blade firmly against her shoulder.

With one hand, she put down the skirt rolled around her waist again, and the girl walked back to Leon humming a light tune.

The three people watching under the shade of the tree had already been sweating profusely without realizing it.

Leon swallowed his throat and came back to his senses from his amazement. He suddenly thought of the village ruffian who dared to point the dagger at the girl yesterday, and he couldn't help but feel emotional.

Brother, how can you be so brave?

On second thought, since the old blacksmith didn't let Olivia touch the sword, that means that although those village thugs had been beaten by the girl, they probably had never really seen her show her sword skills with all her strength.

Otherwise, Leon didn't think that the other party had the courage to speak so loudly to Olivia. And threatened to kill her?

How many heads do you have for her to chop off?

"I haven't swung the sword so happily for a long time. I'm really happy." The girl gently shook the long sword in her hand, smiled with relief, and her slightly red cheeks after a little exercise looked particularly satisfied.

Leon looked at the sword-holding girl in front of him, and a sense of déjà vu came over him.

From this point of view, except for the lack of aho-hair, they are really similar.

He couldn't help but ask absurdly: "Olivia, do you have a real name called Altria?"

"Huh?"

Olivia tilted her head and looked at Leon in confusion: "Sorry, I didn't understand, who is that?"

Leon covered his face and waved his hand: "Sorry, I was joking, forget this nonsense."

Olivia: "?"

Leon patted his stiff cheeks, and re-arranged his mood to look at this mysterious "country girl".

Recalling the advice of the old blacksmith yesterday, Leon really felt that he should listen to the advice and leave this place as soon as possible, so as not to be involved in some strange secrets that did not belong to the three of them.

Lohak's reaction was much more direct. The boy who grew up in the barracks widened his eyes. He had practiced martial arts since he was a child, so he naturally knew the value of the other party's swordsmanship: "Olivia, your swordsmanship is too powerful! Who did you learn it from?"

At this moment, facing the girl in front of him, the son of the sergeant spoke instinctively in a lower voice.

"This sword technique? I learned it from my father when I was a kid."

The girl answered while reaching out to hold the scabbard in Leon's hand, gently pushing the long sword into the scabbard, and returning it to its original owner.

Playing should be done in moderation, she has already had a lot of fun.

"Isn't Uncle Brian a blacksmith? It turns out he also knows swordsmanship." Leon recalled the old blacksmith's physique, and he could see the traces of a former trainer.

"I heard that my father used to serve in the king's army, but later he returned home because of a leg injury." Olivia answered as a matter of course.

The speaker didn't mean it, but Lohak couldn't help but be shocked when he heard it. His father had also been a soldier in the Holy Land City Guard for so many years, and he was still a sergeant, but he was not taught such amazing martial arts, including his father did not have such swordsmanship.

Azerien asked in confusion: "You have learned so much from him. With such skills, why is your father willing to stay in the village to forge iron?

Even if he can't go to the battlefield because of his leg injury, it is obviously more promising to go to the castle of a noble to serve as a sword instructor?"

The noble boy silently evaluated the knights who had taught him martial arts in his heart.

The girl in front of him was far better than them at least in terms of sword skills. If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to believe.

Such a young peer, still a petite girl, can actually use the sword to this extent. So the old blacksmith must be a hermit living in the mountain village.

Olivia heard this and stroked the ends of her hair embarrassedly.

"Thank you for your compliments, but it's too exaggerated." She knew that she had a talent for fighting since she was a child, but she still didn't understand the surprise of Leon and the other two at this time.

The girl was a little confused: "I don't have much experience, is what you said true? Can my father be a swordsmanship teacher for the nobles?"

Leon didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a while. If he didn't know that the girl in front of him was innocent and kind, he would have thought that she was talking in a weird Versailles way.

"It's not an exaggeration at all. I have never seen such a powerful swordsman as you. Since Uncle Brian can teach you to this level, I'm afraid you are more than enough to teach swordsmanship to the princes and nobles in the royal court." Leon sighed.

After hearing this, Olivia was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that Leon and the other two had misunderstood something.

She touched her arm with a sullen look, and hesitated whether she should explain it clearly.

Seeing that her expression suddenly became very strange, Leon thought he had said something wrong: "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Olivia shook her hand quickly.

"No, no, no, it's just that... you seem to have misunderstood."

Leon was puzzled: "Misunderstanding?"

"Well, actually."

The girl explained with difficulty, she chose her words carefully, really didn't want the other party to think that she meant to belittle her father.

"My father can't use a sword like me yet. Over the years, I have been practicing the basic rules by myself. Of course, it doesn't mean that my father's swordsmanship is not good! It's just that he may be better than me. Almost”

Leon and the three of them looked at each other in confusion, and after a round of thinking, they finally understood the girl's euphemistic expression.

"You mean - Uncle Brian's swordsmanship is not as good as yours, but you have developed this skill by yourself?" Leon was even more surprised.

"You can't say that." Olivia defended her old father, flipping her hair to hide the embarrassment in her eyes.

"It was true that I pestered my father to teach me how to dance the sword in the beginning. He was actually very good! But then...you think about it, after all, my father is old and still has old injuries on his body."

The girl felt a little guilty.

To this day, she still remembers the heartbreaking and lonely figure of her father after he was completely defeated by her in a sword fight when she was eleven years old.