âI didnât make any special moves. I was just looking for a place that might be under surveillance.â
With a swish, she swung her sword away and changed her stance.
Risheâs arms were stronger than before. She seemed to be able to handle the heavy sword.
âItâs just a habit of mine when Iâm surveying my surroundings for safety.â
âHaha! Just a habit?â
The reply came from an old manâs voice Rishe couldnât identify.
The next moment, the man said in a young manâs voice.
âItâs just a habit to instantly check a blind spot and shoot a pinpoint glareâ¦Youâre another one of those rare finds.â
The hooded man deliberately pondered, âHmm.â
âEven if Iâm trying to talk in vain like this, thereâs no breach at all. I came out here for fun, but itâs a mistake.â
ââ¦â
âLady, excuse me. Iâm going to take a nap here for a whileâ¦Whoops!â
The tip of Risheâs sword just barely grazed the hood of his robe. The fact that he was able to dodge her did not deter her from her pursuit. Without fear, she stepped forward and swung her sword again.
With each swing, Risheâs torso shook as she took the second and third strikes. It was for this reason that she hunted the man in the robe carefully, yet without any mercy.
â!â
She twisted round to avoid the dagger tip that approached her eyes.
âHeh, dodge this.â
Youâre going to stab my eyesâ¦
Rishe curled her lips with a snort as she jumped into the manâs gap.
She lowered the tip of her sword to the ground and slashed up at the man.
He ducked, but she perfectly calculated his movements. The man laughed as he quickly reared his head to the side.
âHuh, fast, fast!â
âââ â¦â¦â
âButâ¦â
Came a resounding clang.
The manâs dagger blocked the tip of Risheâs sword. It was probably only Rishe who felt her arms tremble.
âIâm running out of time to playâ¦â
ââ¦â
The man licked his tongue.
âCoral-haired lady, you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in the world. Instead of killing each other, why donât we have a more meaningful conversation?â
âIâm working, and I didnât mean to get into a killing spree with you.â
âThatâs a lie. Youâve been aiming at my face so relentlessly.â
âRest assured. Iâve already achieved my purpose.â
From Risheâs angle, she could see the eyes that were hidden by the hood.
Itâs still the face of a man I donât know. Butâ¦
His eyes were red.
It was enough to know that. When Rishe retreated backwards with her sword, the man laughed and nodded his head.
âSure, youâre not thirsty for blood. Got it, got it.â
ââ¦â
âRishe-sama!â
A knightâs voice echoed from the other side.
The cloth of the manâs robe fluttered as he sprinted off into the alley. Rishe slowly sheathed her sword and watched as the manâs back disappeared.
âWhat happened, Rishe-sama?â
âI think I heard the clangs of swords, though it was faintâ¦â
The knights seemed to have heard it, even though it was a long way from the main street. Rishe bowed and apologized to them.
âIâm sorry. Apparently it wasnât a child crying, but a cat and a crow fighting.â
âWhat? A cat and a crow?â
âI pulled out my sword to mediate, but it was so heavy I dropped it.â
Then she smiled.
âOther than that, nothing happened.â
The knights breathed a sigh of relief hearing her reply.
âIâm glad youâre fine, Rishe-sama. But next time, I hope youâll leave us to it.â
âIâm sorry, both of you.â
Rishe glanced at the end of the alley as she walked away.
ââ¦â
There was no sign of anyone there.
She didnât say anything but returned to the knights and Harriet.
If I were a real guard, Iâd report what just happened to Harrietâ¦
Rishe remembered the exchange she had just had with Arnold.
âCan you take care of the princess?â
Arnold asked Rishe while he was preparing to go out.
Rishe nodded in reply as she wrapped her sword belt around her.
âOf course. But where are you going, Your Highness?â
âI have some work to do in the city. Iâll return at night.â
Oliver, his squire, was also busy giving instructions to the knights. Rishe was convinced that he didnât seem to have any interest in diplomacy with Harriet.
As I thought, His Highness Arnoldâs purpose is not to entertain the distinguished guests.
It was not like Arnold to go out of his way to greet them. In her experience, it was when he had multiple intentions that he made his move.
When he bought Risheâs ring for her in the castle town, it was also to scout for Kyleâs arrival in the country.
The reason he accompanied Rishe to the Grand Shrine was not only because of the official business that was piling up with the Order, but also as a check.
It seemed to be the same this time.
Under Risheâs gaze, Arnold put on his coat and said, âItâs nothing important. I just need to confirm something.â
âConfirm?â
âThat aside, this sword is not suitable for your size. The knight guards will be by your side, so donât strain yourself.â
Arnold took the sword that was leaning against the wall and handed it to her.
âThank you for lending me your sword, Your Highness.â
Arnold looked down at her quietly.
ââ¦For you.â
â?â
When she cocked her head and waited for him to continue, Arnold sighed and said.
âI also thought that showing you the seaside scenery might improve your mood a little.â
What the hell did that mean?
She blinked, and he looked at her as if to say, âDonât you understand?â
âYouâve been looking strangely somber lately.â
âOhâ¦â
His elebaration threw Rishe off.
Is he worried about me?
At the same time, a feeling of guilt welled up in her.
Risheâs downcast look was definitely due to that.
With Arnold in mind, a strange loneliness burrowed deep in her heart. She must have noticed the change.
âUm, no! I donât have any problems that Your Highness needs to worry about!â
âI doubt it. You donât give a damn about yourself at all.â
She couldnât retort because she had a record. That went for Arnold, too.
A large hand stroked her head while she was lost in thought.
âI feel bad about making you do something that feels like work. Iâll make it up to youâ¦â
Rishe recalled his doting voice, and it made her ears burn.
Iâm the one who offered to protect Harriet-sama.
A knight guard called out to her when he saw that she was about to crouch down.
âWhatâs wrong, Rishe-sama?â
âNo-nothing! Anyway, weâd better hurry back to Harriet-samaâs.â
A little further down the street, she spotted Harrietâs back as she talked to the head maid.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Her highness, Princess Harriet, the sister of His Highness, Prince Curtis, whom I never met in my fifth life.
Gestures that hid her face, and a long hair that was randomly stretched.
Her dress looked heavy, probably because of the thick fabric, which was not suitable for early summer. And that shade of dark green.
Her attire doesnât feel right for a woman who has crippled the national treasury by buying luxury goodsâ¦