It's been a week since I arrived in this strange world, and yet I haven't encountered this mysterious lord who might be the solution to all of my troubles.
Why hasn't he shown himself to the public for the past few days? Isn't the reason why all these beautiful noble ladies are here today due to him? And he still dares to ignore them?
Tch! What an arrogant fellow.
Or… Could it be that he has no way of getting that part up? A eunuch?
"Ahh!" I hurriedly lifted my hands over my mouth, trying to suppress my loud cry.
Oh, my. Don't tell me that I have touched upon a deep secret of the immortal lord.
But that can't be, right?
If he were a eunuch, he would not need to set up this bride selection test. It would only blow his cover away much quicker.
Perhaps, he might be so occupied with work that he couldn't find a time to meet with us. Those heroes in Marvel Comics are always busy saving the world and fighting against the evil villains. Since he's the ruler of the seven realms, he must be so swarmed with official matters leading to his delay.
Yes, that must be it.
Arriving at that conclusion, I put down my hands and stared at the wooden sword that was lying across the ground before me.
"Sigh." In a low mood, I picked up the wooden sword and began to swing it across the air.
Lately, I've been trying to learn some martial-sword skills, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get it right.
It was as if there was a certain force in my body throwing off my hands elsewhere whenever I tried to aim for a certain target.
'Whoosh—whoosh.' The sound of a sword breaking through the air filled the silent space.
The whole scene looks cool for a second until…
'Pah'.
The wooden sword slapped against my forehead.
"Ah!" A painful cry erupted from my mouth as I staggered backward in pain. "To hell with it. I am done!" I threw out the wooden sword in rage.
How many times have I deviated from my aim, hitting my head in the process, today? The frontal lobe of my forehead was throbbing so badly with pain that I could feel it through my skull. I could already depict how huge the bruise on the area must have been.
That's it. I'm giving up. Anyone eager to learn some martial sh*t skills can go to hell and learn it there.
I don't want to be the first person who accidentally died from hitting herself with a wooden sword.
"I am so done with this!" I yelled, venting out my inner frustration.
"Really?" The unexpected female voice took me by surprise.
I immediately turned backward, my gaze meeting the smiling face of the beautiful girl standing a few feet away from me.
Her long pure-white robe accentuates her beautiful figure, giving her a sense of seductive beauty.
Wow. My eyes ogled in dazed, staring at that perfect proportion figure.
The girl continued, her little feet moving forward. "Your current posture is quite good for a beginner who hasn't laid a foundation on the path of martial arts. However, it seems like you are too hurried for an instant success, causing you to deviate from your aim. I think you just have to pay more attention to your moves and likewise, be more patient." She arrived at my front before I even knew it.
"Xinger." I smiled in welcome at her arrival. "What are you doing out here?"
"Just strolling around and taking a fresh breather along the way. Hi there, Zanillia." Her cherry-red lips pressed thinly into a smile.
Wow, she looks so beautiful. Looks like my path to becoming the champion will be met by so many obstacles called rivals.
"I can see that you're already practicing for the martial competition." Xinger gaze landed on my wooden sword thrown in the distance before she turned her gaze towards me.
"Ah... that." I scratched my nose in an awkward smile. "You know, as they say, the early bird catches the worm. I have to put in more strength if I don't want to lose in the next round. But I can't seem to get a hang of it, no matter how hard I practiced. It's just so difficult. Look." I gesture to her at the bruise on my forehead. "This is the payment for my hard work. I'm afraid if I continue like this, my skull will soon be smashed into pieces."
"Here." Xinger reached into her right sleeve and brought out a small jade bottle. "It's an ointment to soothe your wound. Once you rub it, the bruise on your forehead will fade away, becoming just a scab tissue."
Staring at the bottle stretched out to me, I didn't know what to say. Gosh, is this how it feels to have someone concerned for you?
I gently reached out and took the bottle in my palm, "Thank you."
Apart from Janice, the second person who had shown true care for me in this world was Xinger. Just similar to how she didn't hesitate to stand up for me and save me from those vicious accusations back then.
She's definitely my super idol from now on.
Xinger saw my passionate stare and began to feel uncomfortable. She could only turn her head sideways, pretending she didn't see it.
"Cough, cough." She coughed out, trying to disperse the uneasy feeling in her body.
Realizing that my emotions were becoming partially unstable, I instantly jerked my brain back to the real word. "I will make sure to apply the ointment once I get back to my room. Thanks for your care."
Ascertaining that I had recovered from my previous state, Xinger's body was nowa at ease. "It's no worries." Her beautiful smile was once again put on display.
But suddenly, her soft brow knitted into an expression of concern. "But giving you an ointment to heal your wounds every time isn't the solution to your current predicament. For you to be in perfect control of your sword, you have to first believe in yourself, the wielder. Your poor performances might have surfaced because you believe that you'll hurt yourself every time you use the sword. Hope and believe, your heart is devoid of the two. You have no hope that you can be a sword master. Likewise, you do not believe that you'll be able to hold a sword properly without harming yourself. Without those two, it's a game over for you. Hence, you have to hope and believe in yourself every time that you can do it."
"I…" She actually said so many words in one go that I didn't know which one to proceed with. "… I… But… I…." I was repeating almost the same syllable because I couldn't find a complete sentence to utter.