The Escort Knight Who Is Being Obsessed Over by the Villainess Wants To Run Away

3. Character that bites when touched (3)

Light movement repetition training.

It literally just repeats the action.

It’s a later task to put more effort into it.

But my partner, my roommate Lindel, unexpectedly hit me with force.

I don’t know what the complaint is.

Ask for that is another matter.

First of all, you have to give back as much as you have suffered.

“Now, it’s your turn to block and hit. Let’s do it again.”

Lindel said leisurely.

“Yes, excuse me.”

I gripped my sword tighter as I said that.

I took a slow breath.

Sufficient breathing is necessary for explosive power.

You only need to hold your breath for a short time before hitting.

However, the hand holding the sword lost its strength.

I tried to hold on tight again, but the strength went out again.

‘… What?’

I didn’t hold it lightly.

But I didn’t hold it as hard as I tried to.

What can I say?

I had a strong grip, but a flexible and soft grip.

Instinctively, I realized that this was the effect of swordplay.

This is the first sword I ever held.

I thought I just had to hold it tight and swing it.

Like a baseball bat.

That wasn’t it.

That’s the posture of holding a blunt weapon.

The sword is not a swinging tool to strike the opponent, but a tool for cutting.

I finally understood what I had been corrected several times by the instructor.

There is no need to grip unnaturally. They told me to use my wrists to intensify the centrifugal force when cutting.’

The same goes for shields.

I felt myself that my posture had become stronger than before.

“Why are you so lazy?”

On the other hand, Lindell didn’t seem to see this difference.

“No way. Are you trying to get revenge on me?”

Where can you do that? Dare to yourself as a senior.

That’s a lot of confidence.

Confidence and arrogance are qualities that are difficult to distinguish.

I deliberately pretended to be weak.

“Sorry. The place where I was hit by senior was throbbing….”

“Eomsal is. Don’t think about going easy, get your posture quickly.”

I glanced around.

Both the instructor and Gawain are looking elsewhere.

Only Elijah was the only one who was watching this side.

‘This job won’t be interesting.’

What do you look at as if you’re curious?

Anyway, I held out my shield obliquely.

It is a round shield in the form of a center grip that holds the middle.

The size is quite large, so when attached to the body, it covers the chin to the abdomen.

Due to the characteristics of sword fighting, the description of the basic shield flowed into my head.

‘A shield is not just a defensive weapon. By securing your own protection, you can, on the contrary, aggressively pressurize your opponent.’

That’s why I put it out at an angle.

To actively block the opponent’s attack.

Lindel swung her sword.

It’s a light movement that doesn’t expect a counterattack at all.

Originally, it should have been limited to hitting it with a shield.

I don’t think so now.

I took a step forward.

The center of gravity is tilted.

I swung my outstretched shield outward.

Short, fast, choppy movements.

Pak! And Lindel’s sword bounced outside.

The arm is also spread out.

The upper body is completely open.

In other words, the weakness is revealed.

I put my inertia on the sword.

I twisted my back, swung my arms, and bent my wrists just before the sword touched them.

The rotational power of the whole body was put into the sword.

The bladeless wooden sword hit the collarbone accurately.

f*ck! And a sharp and cheerful sound rang out.

“Ahh!”

Lindell sat down, screaming at her.

Grabbing her by the shoulder, he glared at me, then jumped up and lunged at me.

“How dare this bastard-!”

The moment you try to grab me by the collar.

“Stop!”

The instructor interrupted.

“What are you doing right now during training!”

“This bastard hit me!”

The instructor’s head turned to me.

Just before he spoke.

“Wait.”

Elijah interjected, laughing.

She didn’t even speak loudly.

A small, soft voice instantly calmed the hustle and bustle and penetrated the brain.

“He hit Judas first.”

The instructor’s head quickly turned to Lindel.

“Is it true?”

Lindel opened his mouth.

I can’t even lie.

It would be like Elijah saying she was wrong.

“… Yes.”

Lindel shuddered and admitted.

“Why did you do that?”

“I, I, strength control, clumsy… so….”

Lindell made excuses just like she did to me.

Of course, I couldn’t believe it.

The instructor looked down at Lindel with her cold eyes.

He looked at me this time.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

I apologized with the best expression on my face.

“Sorry. My senior told me to draw first, so I knew I had to do that too….”

Elijah took a peek and smiled even brighter.

Looks like you liked my lie quite a bit.

“Candidate Lindel. It’s a warning. Be careful next time.”

“That…. Yes….”

She tried to make an excuse, but Lindell finally shut her mouth.

The instructor turned around and shouted.

“What are you looking at! Resume training!”

Meanwhile, Lindell glared at me.

I asked worriedly.

“Are you okay?”

“You bastard….”

The instructor turned around with a sigh.

Looking at the troublemaker, Lindell shut her mouth again.

“I will monitor the training of the two right next to you. You start too.”

I put the instructor right next to me and exchanged agreements with Lindel again.

Lindel was calm until the training was over.

Except for the eyes.

*

Lunch time after morning training.

Elijah left halfway.

You must be busy.

As an aristocrat, the lessons you receive are never easy.

Yesterday and this morning, he must have barely made time to visit.

‘I’ll say it like this.’

Although I put on an interesting look yesterday, it’s not common.

It is an incident that happens only once in a while.

Just today, there was some minor friction with Lindel, but that’s all.

She doesn’t do anything as vicious as Cale, even though Lindel is cocky.

“Hey, so what happened? Did she say that Lindell really made a mistake?”

I was getting food, but Richard kept asking questions next to me.

She did not want to increase her work.

It’s a fight of spirits that often happens when young boys get together.

“Yes. That’s right.”

“How suspicious…. Lindell. That guy has a bit of a cheeky side to him. Even if you don’t cross the line.”

“She has never been particularly troublesome.”

Next to her, Dylan also interjected.

“But man, there is such a thing as a persimmon.”

“In the same jockey as Lindel, her growth lags a little, but….”

While the two were talking about this and that, their roommates also helped each other out.

What is Lindel usually like, blah blah blah.

She didn’t know what to say.

I don’t like gossip.

But I glanced over to see who was talking to me.

‘The people I disapproved of yesterday are not here.’

Even in the same room, factions seemed to split.

“Is the place you hit okay?”

“It’s okay. After lunch, I’m going to visit the infirmary.”

“Yes, if you leave it like that, it will get sick.”

“I will keep this in mind.”

During lunch with Richard and Dylan.

Someone sat down in front of me with a thump.

I looked up while eating hard bread dipped in soup.

Lindel.

And the two next to me… Don’t know the name

All I know is that they are the ones who didn’t smile yesterday.

“Judas.”

Lindel growled.

“Are seniors easygoing?”

“Then you.”

I didn’t have time to answer.

From the side, Richard looked up at Lindel as if to kill him.

“Am I easy on the person next to me?”

“… ….”

“Where are you f*cking at mealtime? Throw it in the soup vat and get out of the way before the broth is brewed.”

Although he is young, he is currently the oldest in Room 13, Richard.

Among the people in Room 13, he passed the test the most.

However, Lindel was not discouraged.

She looked down at Richard rather confidently.

‘There is a place to believe.’

As expected.

Someone strides behind Richard.

As if I waited.

He was a different person from the two who came with him.

“Isn’t Lindel right?”

The boy approached with a chuckle and put her arm around Lindel’s shoulder.

“Anyway, that rookie dared to hit the senior Lindel with all his might. Does this make sense? Is she only two days old now?”

Looking up at her face, I searched for memories.

I remembered who it was.

‘Argon. 15 Years old. And, the 5th generation.’

It was a candidate who was the same age as Richard.

But he’s never shown the same poise he did with Richard.

Somewhere out of the way.

The two next to Lindel shoulder to shoulder.

I just quietly got along with those who didn’t like me.

The conclusion was simple.

‘Is my skill lacking?’

Compared to high-ranking jockeys, candidates are ignored because their skills are poor.

His personality is not sociable.

He showed signs of being uncomfortable with Richard quite a few times. That argon.

Richard, on the other hand, didn’t think much of it.

“Does it make sense if you don’t know your senior as a dick?”

Richard snorted from the side.

I felt the same way.

First of all, I kept my rationality.

It’s already too late to move on without raising work.

My gut feeling is that it is.

But it’s not yet time to explode.

“I have one question.”

I asked abruptly.

“If being a senior is so important, why didn’t anyone say anything when I caught Cale?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Richard helped.

“You were quiet the other day, but why are you acting like a senior now? Lindell, you b*tch. Haven’t you ever been beaten by Cale for making eye contact?”

“… ….”

“I can’t thank you….”

“That is that, and this is this. Can I compare Cale with a colleague who lives in the same room?”

Argon sarcastically.

Richard gripped his fork tighter as his face reddened.

“Yes…. I did too moderately in the last Dalian.”

“What… ?”

As if to scratch his pride, Argon overtook Lindel and approached.

She put her hand on the table and glared right at Richard.

Sparks flew from their eyes as if they were going to fight right away.

“Please stop.”

Dylan interjected cautiously.

“If it turns out to be a really personal fight, I have no choice but to report it to the driver in charge.”

As the host, I had such an obligation.

Other candidates gathered nearby before I knew it.

This is because the surroundings have become noisy.

There were also those who regretted why they didn’t fight and tried to encourage them.

Richard clicked his tongue and leaned his upper body against his chair.

Argon also snorted silently and backed off.

Lindelman looked at me for the last time and muttered lowly.

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“See you later.”

“That bastard is all the way….”

Ignoring Richard’s muttering, Lindell followed Argon to another table.

‘It’s sh*t.’

I muttered to myself.

“We must be patient.”

Richard said from the side.

“But just because you have a big heart doesn’t mean you have to be patient, right?”

“You are right.”

Richard giggled at my reply.

Dylan shook his head.

“Judas. I was good at reacting rationally, but…. Also, don’t retaliate personally. It’s different from kale.”

As a moderator, I understand the heart.

Since I almost publicly executed Cale, you have reason to be concerned that the same thing will happen.

“It’s okay. This kind of territorial, isn’t it common wherever you go?”

“That’s right.”

“However, I feel not just a territorial attitude, but even personal ill feelings. Have I done anything wrong to them?”

“Well….”

Dylan and Richard pondered for quite some time.

The conclusion was the same as mine.

No.

“Originally, Lindell wasn’t that kind of guy. Although she comes from nobility, she also tried to fit in with others. She’s pretty difficult, so she’s talked about it a few times. She’s worried that her training life isn’t going the way she wants.”

Dylan explained.

From the side, Richard said like a sigh.

“Argon didn’t look like that from the beginning…. After failing a few tests, the taste gradually faded.”

“Is that so?”

I calmly admitted and sorted out the situation.

‘Qualifications. Complex.’

It was a very insignificant thing, but it was a reason that held back most human relationships.

It’s a matter of pride. At last.

I am Lindel’s next rider.

It has been two days since I entered the hospital.

However, it stood out too much.

It’s not just that Cale’s evil deeds were exposed to the world.

I liked the ‘Elijah’ they were aiming for.

The expression of liking it is too broad and ambiguous, but it is certain that this is the purpose of the entire candidate anyway.

‘A situation where you can’t produce results in training. Besides, the successor who follows will do better than him.’

Your belly deserves to be twisted.

Moreover, he is still around the age of 14.

This world treats kids harshly.

Children, too, have no choice but to become precocious.

Anyway, in Korea, they are middle school students.

I understand why you react emotionally like that.

‘I understand, but I won’t be considerate.’

I am a person who does my best even if the opponent is much younger than me.

I took a leave of absence from university and worked as an instructor at a gym.

At that time, whether it was an elementary school student or a middle school student, I did my best.

‘Um…. It made a lot of kids cry. Come to think of it, I’m younger than Lindell here, right?’

I have no intention of treating it like kale.

Let’s hear more about it, they weren’t bad guys from the beginning.

That’s not the case with Cale.

‘Boys naturally grow up fighting.’

Then, all you have to do is set up a platform to fight.

Just in time, the afternoon class was sparring.

Is it really because of that inferiority complex?

Or is there another reason?

I plan to release those emotions and stories all at once.

*

Elijah did not attend the afternoon training.

If you’re lucky, you’re lucky.

I’m going to explode a major incident today.

It won’t be as much of an incident as Cale.

Anyway, leaving an impression on Elijah’s mind is not good.

Before the start of Dalian.

I prepared lightly armed like the morning.

Richard grabbed his sword and glared at Argon as if he were about to run into it.

Moderately noisy and quiet preparation time.

I quietly raised my hand.

Gawain, who is in charge of training, found me.

“What happened?”

“I request a trial duel.”

Trial duel.

It is a simple arbitration method that covers up the dispute with force.

It is common for a well-to-do aristocrat to say, ‘You insulted me and my family’s honor. It’s a duel for each other’s honor!’

Even at this training center, you can use that method to cover up a fight.

I usually don’t do it because it’s annoying.

Perhaps it was an unexpected proposal, Gawain’s reaction was delayed.

“Who are you going to challenge to a duel?”

“This is Senior Lindell, a 12th grader in Room 13.”

Embarrassment was evident on Lindel’s face.

I guess so.

This, he must have tried to apply to me first.

See you later must have meant that.

I don’t think Gawain would refuse.

A duel that is close to real life is a good class just to watch.

Above all, I am Elijah’s favored candidate.

There will be no need to resist.

‘It’s not a favor in a good way.’

… Since today is my first match, can I say no?

“From the first sparring, it was a trial match. It will set a good example in many ways.”

Fortunately, that didn’t happen.

By the way, what does ‘in many ways’ mean?

Does this gentleman even bother me?

“Lindel, will you accept the duel?”

Lindel can’t refuse.

Her refusal is an escape, and it means that she admits her guilt and takes responsibility regardless of the facts.

“… Yes. I will.”

Lindel glared at me and muttered.

Shortly after that, someone suddenly raised his hand.

“I, too, request a trial match.”

It was Richard.

Gawain nodded her head again.

Richard didn’t even wait and pointed his sword at someone.

“Argon, me and you bastard.”

Me and Lindel.

Richard and Argon.

A trial confrontation was prepared for each.

This is my first time fighting with a sword and shield.

Even if it’s a fake made of wood for training.

It is completely different from the movement repetition training in the morning.

This is a real showdown.

From the first sparring, I started to fight with all my heart.

However, the situation itself of ‘competing’ with someone under certain rules is all too familiar to me.

In my previous life, I was pitifully competing with someone.

The sports are completely different, but the experience cannot be ignored.

I was full of confidence to win.