Chapter 1. Grasp your weakness and shake it. (9)
Just once, it soon became twice and eventually three times. In the end, he couldn’t control himself from coming here on his off-duty days.
The unfortunate truth was that he was not good at gambling. The debt, which at first could be easily repaid with salary, soon snowballed and became unbearable.
“Blackjack.”
So, it was natural for my eyes to be drawn to the man with a graceful jawline wearing a white mask.
He has youthful cheeks and a low, pleasant voice that makes him look like he’s only in his 20s. Above all, I was impressed by his relaxed attitude that was completely out of character for his age.
The young man went on a smooth winning streak, and each time he did so, chips piled up on the table.
‘Is he the god of gambling?’
Liam even thought about that and continued to watch the young man. Then I noticed several people around the table licking their lips.
‘You seem like a young master who doesn’t know anything about the world. ‘I’m going to see some rough weather today.’
I didn’t really want to interfere. But when the young man’s chips rolled in front of me, I couldn’t help but interfere.
“Take it.”
The moment I picked up the chip and handed it over, my eyes met the eyes inside the mask.
“thank you.”
Blue-violet eyes that you cannot forget once you see them. Eyes similar to those of the lord I serve.
‘Could it be, Abel Kindreal?’
Liam stopped in shock. I looked at Abel’s back as he went to exchange her chips.
At first, I didn’t recognize him because of his hair color. But now that she has considered her age and body type, she is confident.
‘It really is Abel Kindreal.’
He respected Lord Diego’s skills and personality, but did not respect his children’s farming.
Diego’s only flaw. The bane of Obest territory. You’re a fool who gets into accidents every single day.
He was like that, so the fact that he showed up at a gambling place like this wasn’t all that surprising.
Liam was surprised for another reason.
He had only seen Abel outside the castle once, from afar. The sight of him walking accompanied by his butler Philip.
At that time, Abel’s face was extremely gloomy. Only her merciless and cruel nature was there as if it were evil.
In addition, his eyes were as dirty as mud, completely different from his father’s. That was uncomfortable to look at.
‘The eyes… … different.’
Abel’s eyes were very clear just now. She was shining transparently like a well reflecting the night sky.
‘Did the master have that look in his eyes?’
It’s like the person has changed.
Liam suppressed his embarrassment and hurriedly followed Abel. At that moment, Abel was confronting the thugs who had followed her for her money.
“What are you going to do if you don’t like it?”
He didn’t lose an inch against the three bullies. No, rather, he was proudly showing off his courage and provoking his opponent.
‘What do you believe in and do that?’
Liam thought Abel would reveal his true identity.
No matter how different the territory is, you cannot treat Lord Obest’s only son carelessly.
However, what Abel chose was to personally take up arms and punish them.
“Aaaah!”
The battle was bland. No, I wasn’t sure if I could call it a battle.
Bullies who catch and hand over runaway prostitutes.
They are rough by nature and have a history of fighting on the streets. Most people would be frightened by their force and run away.
However, Abel overpowered them very easily. It was already just a predator biting its prey.
“Are my eyes wrong?”
Liam was embarrassed and rubbed his eyes.
“You probably never learned swordsmanship.”
Still, why does it feel like Abel is seasoned, as if he has fought many battles?
‘No matter how young he is, he is the lord’s child.’
Why did the lord forbid his son, who had such amazing talent, from teaching swordsmanship?
Liam couldn’t hide his wonder. Meanwhile, Abel was putting the dagger that had completely wiped off her blood into her arms.
‘I guess I should go now.’
That was the moment when he turned around,
“Liam Schmidt. Why don’t you come out soon?”
At first I thought I heard wrong. But Abel was clearly speaking in his direction.
“I know you’ve been watching. Come out and let’s talk.”
Liam pretended not to hear and tried to leave. Until Abel spoke next.
“I must return to the estate immediately and tell you who I saw in Kader today.”
“…….”
In the end, I had no choice but to chew my lips and walk out of the alley.
Under the cold blue moonlight, Abel was standing at an angle. The eyes facing Liam were sparkling with interest.
The moment Liam saw those eyes, he knew that he would become extremely entangled with this master.
“Liam.”
A low voice woke me up. Before I knew it, Abel was standing behind me.
“young master.”
I was so deep in thought that I didn’t even notice anyone. Liam put on a calm face to hide her shyness.
“Are you here?”
Instead of answering, Abel threw something.
‘What are you throwing again?’
Liam muttered to himself and quickly received the item. What he held in his hand was a round cylinder.
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“What is this?”
Abel tapped his right shoulder.
“You got hurt here.”
“…….”
“I know you couldn’t even go to the doctor. I brought you something that works quickly, so apply it.”
Abel’s tone was extremely indifferent. There was no concern or warmth for Liam at all.
“Once you sprain it, it’s easy to get hurt again.”
Liam looked blankly at the ointment container in his hand.
‘This ointment… … .’
A high quality product distributed by noble families, much better than those provided by the Knights Templar. It has the effect of relieving pain immediately upon application.
‘I know it’s quite expensive.’
Plus, it was quite big. It seemed to mean that I should keep applying it the next time I get hurt again.
Liam slowly swept the ointment container in his hand.
“Were you worried about me?”
“No way.”
Abel’s answer was blunt.
“If you get hurt, it will delay my ability to learn swordsmanship.”
Abel crossed his arms in a stern manner and suddenly held out his hand.
“It looks like you’re fine, seeing as you’re talking nonsense. Give me back.”
“Why are you taking away what was given?”
Liam quickly turned away from Abel. And she proudly scooped up a lot of her ointment from her kite pain.
“…….”
Although he said so, Abel waited silently until Liam finished applying the ointment.
As Liam carefully applied the ointment, he stole a glance at Abel out of the corner of his eye.
‘I just thought he was an immature idiot.’
Although his words and actions are harsh and abrupt, he takes care of people quite frugally. He is quick-witted and smarter than I thought.
Although he had only been with Abel for a short time, he was able to make various judgments about Abel.
‘I guess I didn’t look at those eyes wrongly.’
Liam put away the ointment container and adjusted his wooden sword.
“It’s done.”
As I approached Abel, memories of our past sparring came back to me clearly.
‘I let my guard down last time.’
It was my mistake. I thought he was an ordinary person who had never encountered swordsmanship before, so I dealt with him.
‘Still, I’m sure I learned something from what I saw.’
Liam raised his evaluation of Abel in his mind. And at the same time, a question arose in the back of my mind.
‘… … Was it really because I let my guard down?’
Last time, he thought I would finish the sparring without getting hit even once.
But that was a miscalculation. I was hit by Abel, who suddenly disappeared from sight.
‘suddenly… … ‘My posture has changed.’
When Abel first picked up the wooden sword, everything was just sloppy. However, as he received Liam’s attack, his posture gradually changed.
At some point, Abel was beginning to resemble the basic posture of Ovest swordsmanship.
‘Is that possible?’
You can see and imitate your own posture in just a few minutes? While defending against a constant barrage of attacks?
‘Maybe I saw it wrong. Or maybe it was just a coincidence.’
He thought that way ever since that day.
And today, I rushed to check it out. It was a different mindset from when I first came here.
Liam said, calming his pounding heart.
“let’s begin.”
“uh.”
Abel walked over with a wooden sword on his shoulder. She stood in front of Liam and slowly took a stance.
“come.”
Although he is drowsy, his sharp fighting spirit radiates from his eyes.
“…….”
Liam couldn’t move for a while, as if he had been struck by lightning. Then she barely caught her breath and moistened her now dry lips.
‘Unbelievable.’
Abel’s current standing posture holding the sword exactly matched the basic sword techniques of Obest Territory.
The angle of the arm, the force applied to the wrist, and the direction in which the toes are pointed. Everything was absolutely perfect.
Abel had penetrated the core of the basic posture and had completely learned it.
“…How did you do it?”
“what?”
“Your posture, the way you hold your sword, things like this. You’ve changed noticeably.”
Liam chewed his lip and then asked.
“Did you learn from someone else?”
There was no other way to explain this situation.
Despite Liam’s embarrassed reaction, Abel was indifferent.
“What are you talking about? I learned it from you.”
“Me? When did I….”
“You showed me.”
Liam gasped.
“Are you saying… that you just followed what I did?”
“Yeah. I heard it was easy?”
Abel scratched the bridge of his nose indifferently. Liam slowly blinked her eyes at him.
‘lie.’
I thought,
‘You don’t have to lie. Then you didn’t see it wrong? ‘It wasn’t a coincidence?’
From the first sparring, Abel had been carefully observing his movements and making them his own.
‘What nonsense.’
Most soldiers take a month to learn just this posture. Liam himself, who was quite fast, took two weeks.
‘But in just a few days?’
It was truly an unprecedented, truly monstrous acquisition ability.
“her.”
Only empty laughter came out. He eventually shook his head.
‘It’s too early to make a hasty conclusion just from a standing position. ‘You have to move to judge accurately.’
Liam slowly stopped laughing, cleared his voice, and spoke.
“Then let’s begin.”
“okay.”
“going!”
Liam lunged at Abel, swinging his sword lightly. Just like the last time, Abel chose to let it go rather than force it.
however.
“-!”
Liam’s eyes widened in shock.
The trajectory of the sword swing, the snap of the wrist, the steps taken. It was all the swordsmanship he showed off.
‘It’s not just about learning the standing posture.’
I couldn’t believe it so I tried attacking again. This time, he approached the side and cut towards the middle.
widely!
The sword slipped with a refreshing striking sound. Abel held her sword diagonally towards her and slightly bent her waist.
“…….”
There was no longer any doubt. No, there wasn’t even a doubt.
Abel perfectly mastered the basic Obest swordsmanship stance. And he understood exactly how things change with movement.
‘Is this possible with just one sparring?’
A sharp shiver passed through Liam’s back.
He sensed that he had met a great genius. We may or may not meet him once in his life.
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