An Old Country Bumpkin Breaks into a Cold Sweat

“I don't mind, but... what brought this on?”

Allucia was indeed the commander of the Order of Knights and one of its instructors, but before all that, she was a knight. It was only natural that she'd want me to train her.

Still, I couldn't help wondering why she wanted to do it now.

“No, the Sphendyardvanian delegation will be arriving soon, and I thought I should get some practice in myself.”

“I see.”

Her demeanor remained as composed as ever, in the best sense of the word. Her perfectly sculpted features, as if a statue had come to life, bore a gentle smile.

It was hard not to think that heaven had given someone two or three blessings when such a beautiful woman was also one of the finest knights in the Kingdom of Rebellis. It was a rather out-of-place thought.

“Shall we get started, then?”

“Yes, if you're ready, Sensei.”

As she spoke, she handed me a wooden practice sword...