I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 5 Part 1

05. The One-armed Knight and the Handsome (?) Magician (1)

Translated by: ???

Due to Alberic’s schedule, the stay in the capital that was initially planned for three to four days was extended to ten. He seemed busy with his own affairs all day, which allowed Eve to escape from surveillance and be free to wander around the eastern side of the river or take care of various matters such as visiting Octavia again.

Thanks to the prolonged stay in the capital, Eve was able to obtain a prototype that seemed to be in the preliminary stages of the item she had secretly requested from Octavia. As she watched Octavia, who looked like a half-corpse with bags under her eyes from pulling all-nighters all week, giggling with excitement, and saying, ?I have some idea of how to make a mana circuit! I’ll send you the finished product next time!?, Eve wondered if this was the madness of a mad scientist.

In any case, after ten days, the two of them finished their respective business and returned to Vermell residence. As before, they traveled in a first-class train compartment.

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Just a few days after returning from the capital with Alberic, the?person? whom Alberic brought to test Eve visited the Count’s residence. 

Just as Eve was about to put the sandwich in her mouth, Alberic’s attendant announced the arrival of the guest, and she was forced to part ways with the appetizing sandwich filled with fresh lettuce, bacon, soft-boiled egg, and mustard sauce.

Still wearing a light indoor dress with a yellowish hue in the low light of the morning, Eve brushed aside Tilda’s dissuasion and followed Alberic’s attendant as she thought the other party wouldn’t care about her appearance.

Upon entering Alberic’s private office, instead of the parlor, guided by the attendant, Eve met eyes with a person who seemed to be browsing the books on one of the bookshelves. Eve realized that this tall woman was the one that man had referred to as ?that person.?

“Ah, you’ve arrived just in time.”

“Mm.”

She was a muscular middle-aged one-armed swordsman with a robust build that could be seen even under her clothes. Perhaps it was because she often dealt with monsters and saw people with various injuries that Eve didn’t show any particular reaction and approached the woman, extending her left hand for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Evelyn Vermell.”

“Nice to meet you, too. I’m Margaret Flanders.”

Looking at Eve’s outstretched hand with an expression that said, ‘Oh, look at this,’ the woman looked down and smirked before holding Eve’s hand. She shook her hand lightly a couple of times, then Eve tried to pull her hand away, but suddenly a vicious grip seized her hand and squeezed it hard enough to crush it.

“Aren’t you the young lady of the Count family?”

“Keugh…”

“It’s surprising. Rather than having the eyes of a young lady of an aristocrat… you have the eyes of a slaughterer.”

“…….”

Eve shuddered at the killing intent that seized her in an instant. Even without judging her skills, she could tell. Eve could tell that the swordswoman in front of her, despite missing an arm, was a formidable skillful person who could dominate her with just one finger.

Regardless of whether it was a test or not, she was in a life-or-death situation. It felt as if the woman’s sword would cut her throat in an instant if she moved a little carelessly.

Eve felt as if she would inadvertently make a move in response to her opponent’s killing intent. Suppressing her urge to attack, Eve kept a blank expression on her face and stared at the woman before her.

“But strangely enough, you have a hand that has not held a weapon before.”

“…I’ve never had the chance to hold one.”

“Kid, have you ever killed a person?”

“In my dreams, dozens, maybe hundreds of times.”

“Hahaha, in your dreams?”

“I’ve killed monsters. I’ve killed people who went insane trying to kill monsters. I’ve killed colleagues who had no hope of surviving. Of course, that’s all in my dreams.”

Even under the pouring killing intent, Eve held her head up high and faced Margaret. With just a few years of training, she couldn’t withstand the force coming from a powerful person who had been holding a sword for half of her life. All that supported Eve was only her past memories and her refusal to yield.

No matter if she was an awakened, ?Ju-yeong? was only a C-class martial arts enhanced hunter. As such, she had to defeat monsters that were far beyond her level to survive. She always lived with death under her nose and lived a life where she had to kill to not be killed. To be brought to her knees by  mere killing intent, which was not even a real sword or claw, was a disgrace for a hunter with ten years of experience.

“You’ve experienced hell. Am I right?”

Margaret whispered so quietly that Alberic, who was sitting on the other side, couldn’t hear her. Eve stared at Margaret’s gray eyes in silence, as she whispered in such a small voice. Soon, the corner of her lips curved upwards, her red lips forming an arc. Margaret released the pressure she had been putting on her. 

“I see Sir has experienced it, too.”

“Haha, when did I ever introduce myself as a knight?” 

Eve wiped away the expression that would shed blood as if it had been washed away, and smiled innocently like a lady of her age. Margaret’s eyes lit up.

“Are there young girls who wouldn’t know about the White Knight Marguerite Lorraine Wittelsbach?”

“This- Alberic, did you tell her that?”

“No. I swear on my honor that I have never mentioned anything about Sir Margaret.”

As soon as Margaret heard the name she had long ago buried in the dirt with her own hands, she turned and asked Alberic, who had been watching them from behind. Alberic calmly denied it, and Margaret, who was staring at him with narrowed eyes, turned her gaze back to Eve.

“There are many men who have returned from the war as heroes. But there is only one person who became an idol for poor girls like us, Marguerite Wittelsbach. I, too, grew up listening to legends about the Wars of the Roses from the older sisters of the orphanage. The story of Sir opened up new horizons for us orphan girls. At the very least, there are no commoner girls who would not know Sir.”

“You are not the young lady of the Vermell?”

“My brother must have forgotten to tell you. I was raised in an orphanage near the capital until I was thirteen years old.”

“How interesting. Quite remarkable too.”

Eve also never imagined that this middle-aged swordswoman with only one arm would be ?that? Marguerite Lorraine Wittelsbach. Calculating her age, she must have been well past fifty already, but she looked as if she was just in her early forties. She was living proof that, not only magicians, but swordsmen as well, time passes more slowly in their bodies.

In her days at the orphanage, Eve grew up listening to the military exploits of the knight Marguerite Lorraine Wittelsbach as if they were fairy tales. Her story reminded young girls that there were many paths ahead of them other than becoming a nun. This silver-haired, gray-eyed female knight was an idol to the girls of Britannia.

However, Eve had known her even before she became Eve. Marguerite, the White Knight, was also the birth mother of Castel Wittelsbach, a male supporting character in the story of  ?For Eve?. 

Known as the “Crown Prince’s Sword,” Castel Wittelsbach, the vice-captain of the first Imperial Knight Order, was a sword genius born between two of the strongest swordsmen of all time who were semi-forced into marriage by the late Emperor.

Marguerite, a woman previously known only as Margaret before her marriage, was listed in the nobility registry and received the surname Lorraine and an honorary title for her contribution in the war.

However, due to her humble origins, although she married a nobleman, she was not recognized as a Marchioness under imperial law, and Castel Wittelsbach, who she has given birth to and the firstborn son of Marquis Valois, the Empire’s most powerful man, was unable to inherit the title.

Marguerite and Arnold Wittelsbach, the Marquis of Valois, maintained a fairly good relationship for they had seen each other at the height of their swordsmanship. However, under the pressure of the aristocracy to bring in a ?proper? noblewoman with blue blood, the Marquis of Valois eventually divorced Marguerite with her consent and remarried a certain daughter of a Count’s family.

From the beginning, Castel was just a being created by matching two top-notch experts together to become the sword of the imperial family. His parents and Castel himself were aware of this fact. He grew up emotionally dry, with all desires, cravings, and personal emotions subdued, solely devoted to learning swordsmanship and swearing his loyalty to the imperial family.

He was the sub-male lead who was mostly responsible for assisting the Crown Prince and was therefore an integral part of taking the Crown Prince route. He would silently carry out the role of watching the Crown Prince’s actions from a few steps behind such as doing things like kidnapping Eve and would dutifully execute the Crown Prince’s orders.

However, as he watches Eve, who continues to defy the powerful man even in such a hopeless situation, and as he sees her in all sorts of dangerous situations, he feels a variety of emotions, sympathizing with her plight of being imprisoned and he eventually falls in love with her.

Castel was not a madman. To be more precise, he was a very emotionally dry person who grew up in a bad family environment, which was no different from abuse, but he had a sense of morality that could be considered normal, perhaps because he was educated as a knight. And so he died young.

Taking the Castel route, he may have started out as rigid as stone, but in the end, he always tried to help Eve. He would help her escape from imprisonment or cross the border. When their likeability reached 100%, they would even run away together in love.

However, all the main male leads were all vilely clever and wicked. On every route, Castel fell into their traps and died before he could succeed in his plan to save Eve. He would sometimes die instead of Eve or die with her.

In any case, the poor, short-lived man’s mother was the swordswoman in front of her. She didn’t recognize her in-game, as her name only appeared briefly and then disappeared, but after a few words of conversation with her, she quickly deduced her identity. In this world, the only strong and powerful woman was undoubtedly Marguerite.

“…I’ll take care of this foal-like young lady.”

Margaret, who had been pondering for a while while holding her chin with one hand, said with an easygoing smile.

“What do you mean by taking care of her?”

“I’m personally interested. Do you have any spare rooms at your house?”

“It would be an honor for me if Sir Margaret stayed.”

“Then let me be your guest for a while.”

“…… Alright. I’ll have the annex vacated. You can stay there from now on. I’ll make sure you have no trouble getting around, so please use it comfortably.”

“Oh my, this looks like a luxury that comes with my latter years.”

Eve suddenly tilted her head as she watched Margaret chatting with Alberic.

“You’re not talking about me, are you?”