I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 14 Part 1

14. If You Want to Use… (1)

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Alberic’s injury had almost completely halted his outdoor activities.

Of course, he had immediately called a wizard to cast a healing spell that day he was injured, paying a fortune, but it only healed the visible wounds, not completely eliminating the pain. Therefore, he was advised to restrict movement and rest for about a week if possible, and Eve also enjoyed some leisure time after a long while as a result.

Edward, who had been frequently summoning Alberic lately, showed displeasure at the news of his favorite aide’s injury and ordered a full search of the hunting grounds.

To avoid getting caught in the crossfire, Eve used the patient as an excuse to get away from the hunting grounds early. After that, rumors suggested that the investigation was being conducted in a fairly aggressive manner, targeting not only wolf werebeasts but also all werebeasts in general.

An officer in charge of the investigation also visited Alberic’s mansion. But he only dealt with Alberic, the victim, and left without even hearing Eve’s side of the story, who was with him at the time.

Seeing his attitude, Eve realized that the outcome of this investigation was already decided. However, even knowing that, there was nothing she could do as an individual.

The story was already twisted from the beginning, and Eve decided to let go of her obsession with the original story. Let it be. With a heavy face, she turned over once in bed.

Eve was rolling around on the bed, having changed into a cotton shirt and cotton pants that she wore when exercising. Her mind was a jumbled mess, but she looked more carefree than anyone else in the mansion.

Momentarily lying down and absentmindedly fiddling with her toes, Eve finally jumped up at the sound of a servant announcing a guest’s arrival. She instructed the servant to guide the guest to the back room and slung her sword sheath over her body.

Today was the day she had promised to learn how to manipulate aura from Castel.

No matter how drunk and reckless she was, she couldn’t miss the opportunity to ask a Sword Master for learning.

Although they acted as if nothing had happened the night before, avoiding each other’s gaze and appearing indifferent, the more strenuous task of facing each other and conversing required Eve to keep hypnotizing herself all morning that “it’s not embarrassing.”

“Welcome, Sir Castel. Have you been well and safe?”

“It’s been a while, lady.”

Despite what the man might have been thinking, he wore a calm expression as if he had completely erased his memories, no different from his usual face.

By unspoken agreement between the two, the incident of that night was completely excluded from the conversation.

Eve spoke to the man with a light, casual attitude, and a sly smile.

“Shall we start by warming up lightly? Are you okay with sparring?”

“Of course.”

Eve loosened up her body by slowly rotating her joints here and there, moving this way and that.

The man watched Eve warm up quietly, drew the sword hanging from his waist, and slowly loosened his wrist.

After stretching lightly for a moment, Eve drew her sword, and the tension quietly grew between the two.

“Come at me.”

“Then, without reservation…!”

Noticing from Castel’s posture that he was thinking only of defense, Eve swiftly attacked without hesitation.

In an instant, three aggressive, unbelievable collision sounds, Bang! Bang! Bang! rang out as if it was impossible for metal to have clashed with metal.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged three hits and powerfully pushed each other away in the last clash.

They both jumped back and took a moment to gather themselves before lowering their stances and raising the tension again.

Eve rotated her wrist, feeling a tingling shockwave, and swung her sword mightily in the air, her face serious as she scanned for her opponent’s weaknesses. After a brief search, she once again plunged into Castel’s territory.

The man calmly deflected each of the swift strikes from the gleaming longsword, moving his wrist to fend off the sharp attacks. Eve’s sword moved unpredictably and swiftly. Just as the tip aimed to stab his upper left, the blade twisted to cut the lower right. When he blocked a strike aimed at his lower body, the blade naturally spun back to aim at his side.

Even amidst the chaotic and brilliant movements, Eve’s lower body followed conventional steps without wavering. He recognized a familiar trace of a woman in Eve’s style and quietly swallowed a laugh.

He recalled the harsh times when he learned swordsmanship from his mother as a child. This step was a unique technique created by Margaret, complementing the basic step passed down among knights. Though he saw his mother perhaps only once a year, her teachings were firmly etched in his mind.

He assumed that this woman, like him in his childhood, probably had gone through harsh times. Watching Eve’s freely mastered steps, as if ingrained in her mind, Castel felt a deep kinship with her.

After exchanging blows a few more times, Castel leaped back and gathered his momentum, saying “Enough.” If it continued, it would no longer be a light sparring match.

“I was just starting to loosen up.”

“The purpose of today’s meeting was not for sparring, was it not?”

“Hmm, that’s true.”

Eve reluctantly and obediently sheathed her sword.

Castel also sheathed his sword, pointing out the areas that Eve should be careful about in her offense.

Eve’s expression also settled down, following Castel’s serious voice as he watched the swordplay.

“……and if aura is added to the sword in that state, even if you see it, you will not be able to avoid it.”

“Is there no way to counter it?”

“The only way is to burst the aura together and resist. After finding an opening and quickly connecting with a subsequent strike, it will be hard to withstand if you aim for a weak spot.”

“Aha…… Oh, right. I had a question, you know.”

The two quickly turned their conversation to the topic of swordsmanship.

Both of them had the same master, they shared a common understanding of posture and sword strikes, making this conversation possible.

As the conversation effectively shifted to the method of utilizing aura, the two became closer.

The man explained the flow of mana with words, but noticing that Eve did not fully understand, he looked thoughtful for a moment, briefly apologized with a “sorry,” and cautiously took Eve’s arm.

“Think of a path connected between the sword and the arm. It’s like gently drawing out the flowing aura within the body.”

“Hmm. Doesn’t the explanation seem too abstract?”

Castel’s fingers lightly traced over her shoulder, down her arm, and along the inside of her wrist.

Even though she felt a tingling sensation where his hand had passed, Eve listened intently to the man’s voice as much as possible.

As Eve followed his guidance, slowly awakening and focusing on the flow of aura within her body, suddenly, cold droplets of water began to fall from the clear sky.

The two people looked up at the sky in surprise as the raindrops that had been falling one by one suddenly began to pour out in an instant.

The thin raindrops quickly became a heavy downpour, and the thick raindrops fell mercilessly on the heads of the hesitating man and woman, drenching their bodies as they wondered if it could really be raining.

“Oh, what a mess…! Let’s go inside.”

In a short time, the two people, soaked like drowned rats, hurried into the mansion.

Eve ordered the servants to prepare clothes for the man to change into and then pushed Castel, who was somehow hesitating, into the guest room, telling him to take a shower.

Eve herself also warmed her chilled body with hot water and emerged from the bathroom.

Not wanting to keep the guest waiting for too long, she wore a light ivory-colored tunic dress instead of clothing that would take a long time to put on.

After cinching her waist with a red silk ribbon and adding a white shawl over her shoulders, the maid asked with concern.

“Is it okay that your hair is not completely dry?”

“It can’t be helped. Is the guest in the reception room?”

“Yes. I’ve asked them to bring tea right away.”

“I need to hurry. My hair is fine like this.”

Eve applied fragrant oil with the scent of lavender flowers, loosely tied her hair without any particular flair, quickly checked her reflection in the mirror, put on her indoor shoes, and confidently strode out of the bedroom.