Chapter 831 Imperial Swordsmanship
Because you are cute and have a sweet voice, this idiot believed you without any doubt and directly picked the magic flower for you. When he looked at you expectantly and asked you his question, his face still had the youthfulness of a teenager.
"May I have your name?"
You thought about it for a moment, then spoke.
"Held."
You said it casually because you thought that this was the only time you would dress up as a woman, and if it wasn't for your parents you would never do it.
But this idiot just nodded.
"Helder? What a nice name."
He looked at your face, and because of your acting skills, you didn't reveal the fact that you really wanted to leave, so he turned his back and spoke in the tone of an artistic young man.
"Is there any deep meaning in your name? Ah, let me tell you about mine first, I..."
You took advantage of the moment when he turned around to jump off the fence of the garden. Since you often had to help others put on and take off such aristocratic clothes, you were very fast at taking them off. You turned over and took off the skirt that was in the way. Then you put it in the box where you had placed it before you came to steal things and left here quickly.
Only the idiot who told his name to the moon was left.
Instead of putting the flowers on your body, you put them in a box and threw it directly into the hole you dug in the dog hole last night. Then you quickly put the lady's clothes back and returned to the servant's room.
During this process, you were not discovered by anyone because the plan had been prepared in your mind thousands of times.
Sure enough, when you returned to the room and pretended that you had not left, the guards began to search the castle, but because of the gloomy weather, they did not find any trace of you, nor even the mysterious thief.
And the only witness didn't even notice any trace of you when he passed by you.
You breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately heard the other party calling that idiot.
"Your Highness..."
"ha?"
You were speechless for a moment, thinking that this prince was really stupid and that such a person could never become the emperor of the empire.
After being searched, you returned home happily, and got the box back three days later. You carefully mixed it into a potion according to the alchemist's instructions, and successfully prolonged your parents' lives.
But unfortunately, this medicine still couldn't cure them.
You also need money, lots of money.
You even came up with the idea of pretending to be a firefly and robbing people, but because of your personal fighting power, you had to give up this punishable idea.
You have to write more books to sell.
Fairy tales, popular novels? Your output shocked your master so much that he finally stopped letting your works bear his name. Instead, he completely turned you into his son's student. However, he paid your tuition and was planning to treat you seriously as an adult.
You are really grateful to him, because for him, the biggest benefit is to keep asking you to write for him, and you have no ability to resist at all, not to mention that although you are a student, you have officially paid tuition.
This means that from now on you and Hart are no longer simply master and servant, your friendship can be made public, and you are theoretically a free man.
In this era, in your situation, he is undoubtedly a good man!
You were very sure of this, so you said nothing, but just silently helped Hart learn more.
And you also began to formally learn the imperial swordsmanship.
The Empire's swordsmanship is quite sophisticated, especially for those who can master the power of elements. The combination of various elements and magic swordsmanship allows the Empire's swordsmen to use powerful elemental attacks without much trouble.
The sword techniques themselves are a system that combines the strengths of various sword schools and can be said to be quite advanced.
But for you, because you have the hard drive gift of knowing the history of sword fighting of human beings on Earth from ancient times to the present, you have already had a different understanding of swordsmanship.
Others watch how to counter each move, but you can see when the move will be used, what the opponent's thinking is, and how you can respond most appropriately.
Soon, after detecting that you have a good talent for magic, you successfully mastered the essence of imperial swordsmanship.
Demonic sword technique.
This magic sword technique can gather the swords in the hands of the imperial swordsmen into a magic sword with unique power, increasing the sharpness of the weapon and adding attack attributes.
The Light Demon Sword carries the power of light. Those who have mastered it can even summon lightning when attacking. The Fire Demon Sword can cause an explosion inside the enemy's body the moment it hits the enemy.
The Dark Demon Sword only needs a light touch, and the terrible Nether Flame will entangle your body like a thorn in the flesh. The Ice Demon Sword is also the most favorite elemental magic sword of the Imperials. This sword technique can quickly consume the enemy's physical strength and summon unexpected ice spikes to pierce or freeze the enemy.
But ordinary Imperial Swordsmen cannot even perform the magic sword summoning technique. They can only learn the moves of the Imperial sword technique.
But you have truly mastered the sword art of Imperial Swordsmanship.
Your talent as a magician amazes your benefactor, but unfortunately, he has neither the money nor the time to become a magician, so he can only sigh.
In the eleventh year, your reputation as a swordsmanship genius spread like wildfire, and many of your peers began to challenge you, including some nobles. You lost to them very straightforwardly, without any intention of showing off.
Therefore, you save a lot of trouble.
But only Hart knows how terrible your swordsmanship is.
"Why don't you defeat them? Look at how proud they are of themselves... If not, I can just ask my father to adopt you as his adopted son, right? Anyway, it's almost time now."
Hart was lying on the grass, looking unhappy.
Because you were ridiculed.
"Less trouble is worse than more trouble. Besides, adopting a commoner's son as your adopted son is a huge blow to your father's reputation. Don't say such willful words, Master Hart. What's more, I learned swordsmanship to protect rather than to fight bravely. Knowing when to sheath and unsheath is also part of swordsmanship training, Hart."
You answered the other person calmly while reading a book, making Hart look speechless.
Because under your influence, although Hart usually maintains a noble appearance, when no one is around, he is a straightforward young man who can grab his father to play chess with him, so you speak very casually.
"Ha, yes, yes, but what they said was really rude. No, I want to argue with them."
After saying that, Hart stood up and wanted to go find those nobles to argue, but you froze their feet with just one sword.
Although you miraculously learned four magic sword techniques, you only showed the power of ice to others and did not display all of it.
"I've already been scolded, Master. If you force me to demonstrate my swordsmanship, I'll be embarrassed. Besides, Master, please let you behave yourself in the academy, right?"
Hart suddenly wilted, like a salted fish, and fell on the grass. He looked at you and let out an unhappy roar.
"Ugh! You actually threatened me!"
But you just calmly flipped through the book.
"I can't help it, Master Hart. I'm just a commoner, and I still have weaknesses."
You calmly placed the book you were reading in front of Hart, pointed at the formula on it and spoke.
"Also, the question you are wondering about is explained here. You should understand it after reading it. If not, I will explain it to you again."
Yes, you also work part-time as a teacher at Hart.
Hart wordlessly began to study, but you turned around suddenly and saw a young boy.
You recognized him as the idiot who gave you flowers, so you just took a quick look and looked away.
But he walked over and looked at you.
"Are you the Ice Prince? But I heard you were defeated?"
He looked at you with a haughty expression, and you were speechless.
The Ice Prince is the title that appeared after you learned the magic sword technique. You have been denying it, but the girls who only look at your face now have no intention of stopping.
"Yes, that is true, because I am not yet able to master the magic sword technique very well."
You are going to send this prince away casually.
But the prince drew his sword.
"How about letting me see it?"
You have no choice but to fight, and then lose helplessly.
You don't see the benefit of defeating a prince.
But just as you covered your hands and looked at the prince who was triumphant after his victory, he told you a piece of news that shocked you.
"It seems that there is no need for me to take you to the battlefield. It's totally unworthy of the title!"
He left triumphantly, and both you and Hart were in trouble.
Afterwards, you quickly returned home and learned a piece of news.
Hart's father is going to the battlefield.
You are the first to ask to follow.
Hart's father was not prepared to agree and rejected your request because the place he was going to was not dangerous.
But you always feel like something is wrong.
In the twelfth year, you continued to go to school with Hart, but the knowledge learned in school was of no use to you, and because of the war, the price of storybooks was not very good.
Your financial problems are getting worse.
In the thirteenth year, when you were teaching Hart the magic sword, Hart's mother saw you and allowed you to go to the Hart family library to study, but the price was that you had to protect Hart's father after graduation.
You agreed.
In the fourteenth year, you mastered elemental magic and quickly found many interesting things. You began to develop some magic props.
In the fifteenth year, Hart's father was attacked by the Bantu tribe and there was no news from him. Looking at the worried look in your good brother Hart's eyes, you chose to drop out of school without hesitation, gave up your future identity as an officer, and rode your horse towards the Bantu territory.
Here, you encounter the Bantu tribesmen who attack the empire, and for the first time you use your imperial swordsmanship to its full potential.
In the eyes of the remnants of the empire, you rushed to the core of the battlefield like a blizzard, and all the Bantu people you met along the way lost their ability to fight.
You found Hart's father buried in the snow among the traces of the battlefield, but also present was Buwanga, who had inherited the position of patriarch.
You rushed forward without hesitation and fought with Buwanga who was planning to put an end to your benefactor.
You successfully took your benefactor away, but Buwanga caught up with you, and you had to hand your benefactor over to your personal soldiers and face the Bantu warriors alone.
However, among the Bantu people, only Buwanga can fight against you.
The battle between you and Buwanga was extremely fierce. You two fought from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and even triggered an avalanche. You and Buwanga were buried, and when you used the power of the magic sword to lift Dongjiang's Buwanga out of the snow, you saw a pair of dragon eyes.
In front of you is a giant dragon covered in ice.
You took a deep breath and started to fight.
The battle between you and the ice dragon destroyed a mountain and triggered a huge avalanche, but you are ultimately no match for the ice dragon. Even if you use all the elemental magic swords together, you are still no match for the ice dragon.
You fought to the end, and were exhausted and knocked away by the ice dragon. The ice dragon, which was already covered in wounds, looked at you, ready to end your life with its breath.
You looked at the breath of the ice dragon and the four broken magic swords around you, and knew that you were doomed.
But when you think of your parents who are still on the sickbed, your already weak hands inexplicably surge with strength.
The perception of the elements and the power of the elements emerge in your heart, and the abnormal magic around you also makes you feel the tide of magic.
You slowly stood up, and the four broken magic swords around you quickly merged together to form a giant sword shining with brilliance.
You know that this sword is extremely unstable, but you still grab it anyway.
Your consciousness has become blurred, and you don't even know how you did it. You only know that you must not die here, and you must not let those two people lying on the hospital bed, who have done everything to raise you, die like this!
You must survive!
Life, dignity, health, strength, wealth are never worth mentioning when faced with things that must be done!
Your parents’ smiles are the foundation of your efforts, your——
Proof of Glory!
You swung the magic sword in your hand with the belief that you would die, and the Ice Dragon Skarsa instantly felt the fear of death!
"Sword of Glory!"
cut
MISS!
You missed!
Due to excessive fatigue and weakness, your sword tilted to the side, brushing against the ice dragon's body and hitting the mountain peak. In an instant, the mountain began to collapse, carrying you and Buwanga who was frozen in the ice, rushing towards the bottom of the snow-capped mountain.
You grabbed the ice condensed by Buwanga and were swept down the mountain by the blizzard.
When you wake up, you are already floating above the sea. You look at the boundless sea and can't help but want to curse, but you still condense a large piece of ice so that you can survive on the sea.
Finally, after you drifted tenaciously for fifteen days, you saw land, but just when you were happy, you saw the first words.
that is--
Your bounty.
You just discovered it.
This is the West Coast.
The Principality of Belmare.
