I love time travel the most!

That's right, it's understanding!

It's like the arrogance of a detective novelist who is also a murderer, writing his perfect crime-solving method into a book, hoping that someone will discover it.

Just like her past actions.

Why is something so simple and easy to understand still not understood by people?

Lana was often puzzled by this.

Today, she finally met someone who seemed to understand her!

"My two elder brothers should..."

"The eldest prince is stubborn, headstrong, and hot-tempered. His inclination towards the aristocracy would exacerbate the kingdom's decline if he ascended to the throne. That's why my brother chose the second prince, whose methods and thinking are more moderate, and like a bat, he strives to balance the kingdom's power and reduce unnecessary internal strife. But this won't work. After meeting the Blood Emperor, the Holy Princess, and the [Slan Theocracy], I realized something..."

As the melody climbed higher, the men and women on the dance floor moved faster and faster, and many who couldn't keep up with the beat wisely left.

With the space expanded, Lin helped Princess Lana spin and leap freely on the dance floor, drawing admiration from the crowd around the dance floor.

Their footsteps never stopped, and their words never ceased.

"A lukewarm ruler will only lead to the destruction of the kingdom. Time is running out. The only one who can defeat those geniuses is someone even more talented—that is, you, Princess Lana!"

"But it's too late now. I alone cannot defeat my two elder brothers who have already gained the support of the [noble faction] and the [royal faction]."

"Your Highness Lana. The best time to plant a tree was ten years ago, the second best time is now. As long as you have the idea of ​​change, now is the best time. If you have the idea of ​​change, I am always your closest and most reliable partner."

"I……"

Before she could finish speaking, the melody suddenly became more urgent, symbolizing that the piece was approaching its climax and nearing its end.

They were left alone at some point.

Suddenly, Kobayashi let go and spun around again, pulling Princess Lana along with her in a graceful manner. Surrounded by the rubble, they shone like two bright and dazzling jewels.

The song is over.

The lady lay half-reclined in the gentleman's arms, the two entrusting their entire weight to each other without reservation, forming a perfect way of supporting each other, and presenting a stunning closing dance to the audience.

A round of enthusiastic applause and praise followed.

Lin gently helped the half-reclining princess to sit up, released his right hand from her slender waist, and knelt down to take her hand in his.

"—I await your summons."

After saying this, under the envious and jealous gazes of many noble ladies, he slowly kissed her with perfect gentlemanly manners.

The dance segment concluded the banquet.

The elegant gentlemen then departed, leaving the beautiful ladies alone in the hall, facing those repulsive nobles. However—

"What a magnificent dance, Your Highness."

"You flatter me, Count Ferruccio."

"Not at all, that's a fact that everyone acknowledges. Only you and Lord Lin can dance such intense dances together. Your ability to dance such intense dances is enough to prove your talent, but I didn't expect that Lord Lin could keep up with your pace. It's really... probably only Lord Lin could do that."

Are you sure it's only Lord Lin?

"Huh? Ah, ah... Yes, he should be the only one left in the venue."

The nobleman being questioned was completely bewildered, not understanding what the princess meant, but for some reason the princess's gentle smile deepened.

Chapter 448 The Sword of a Mortal

As the princess's bodyguard and under her care, Clem gets up very early every day to avoid being targeted and attacked by other soldiers.

However, it's unusually early today.

He put on the old clothes that smelled metallic and couldn't be washed off, looked at the exquisite mithril armor neatly placed in the corner, recalled what a certain priest had told him yesterday, and finally put on the training clothes of an ordinary soldier.

After examining himself for a while to make sure he wouldn't embarrass his master, Clem nodded in satisfaction and left the room.

He was heading to an open hall that occupied an entire floor of the tower for training purposes.

Normally, this place is filled with the enthusiasm of soldiers, but since it's still early, there's not a soul in sight. The empty training ground is silent; only the stillness can be heard.

Because it was surrounded by stone on all sides, the sound of Clem's footsteps echoed loudly.

The magic lamps illuminated the open hall brightly.

In the hall, there were rows of armored figures tied to stakes, straw dolls used as targets, and cabinets displaying various unopened weapons along the walls.

Training grounds are everywhere.

Even though it's called a royal training ground, apart from having better facilities, there's nothing special about it.

Clem seemed to push aside the cold air and step into the quiet hall, where he slowly began to do stretching exercises in a corner.

After doing stretching exercises for thirty minutes, Clem's face was flushed red, sweat beaded on his forehead, and his breath was warm from the exercise.

What is an extremely difficult and intense sport for ordinary people is just routine for him, an appetizer at the beginning of his daily training.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he went to the cabinet where the weapons were arranged and looked for a suitable, heavy iron sword. Then he stuffed several heavy metal blocks into his pockets, making his clothes as heavy as a full suit of armor.

This is for practical reasons.

He was supposed to wear armor, but the exquisite mithril armor was really not suitable for wearing during training, since it would seem more like showing off to ordinary soldiers.

Clem, now fully prepared, went to the corner.

Grip the iron sword, which is larger and heavier than a greatsword, tightly. After assuming the upper stance, exhale and slowly swing the sword. Stop at the last moment before the sword hits the floor, then inhale and raise it back to the upper stance.

Keep repeating this action.

Once he found his rhythm, he gradually increased the speed of his sword practice, staring sharply ahead, focusing intently on his practice without any distractions.

One hundred times, two hundred times...

After three hundred repetitions, his face turned as red as it could possibly be, and beads of sweat dripped down his face. His breath seemed to exhale the rapidly accumulating heat within him, causing his entire body to heat up rapidly.

The weight of the greatsword was still very heavy for him, especially when he swung it downwards, and he had to control the speed to avoid hitting the floor, which required considerable arm strength.

After more than five hundred repetitions, his arms began to cramp as if he were howling in pain, and sweat poured down his face like a fountain. He knew he had reached his limit.

Even so, he still has no intention of stopping there.

but--

"It's about time we rested."

Someone stopped him.

Clem turned his head and saw the kingdom's warrior captain and the marquis's second son watching him.

"Lord Storonov and Lord Lin!"

"Good morning, little Clem. Oh dear, sorry I'm late. Even though this is a training ground, it's still part of the royal family's residence. If it weren't for Gazef's intervention, I would have been arrested as a suspicious person. Hahaha—"

"That's really bad..."

Looking at the smiling priest, Clem uttered those words. There were so many things to complain about that he didn't even know how to begin, or rather, his personality simply wasn't suited to being a sarcastic or witty character.

Lin glanced at Clem, whose arms were twitching slightly uncontrollably and who was drenched in sweat, and said:

"Because we arrived late, little Clem was lonely, so he practiced on his own first. But if you're going to use up all your energy before the formal training, isn't that putting the cart before the horse? You're getting too excited."

"……sorry."

Clem lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

He also had to admit that he had been excited since last night after learning that he could have a sword fight with the captain of the warriors without restraint today, and the evidence was that he got up earlier than usual this morning.

"Yes, yes, admitting mistakes makes you a good child."

Lin touched his forehead.

This action made the young soldier instinctively want to back away, not because he resisted being touched, but because—

"No! My body is dirty."

"no problem, no problem."

As they spoke, Lin's hand touched him.

"--cure."

A pale blue light enveloped Clem's entire body like a thin film, and Clem's rapid breathing, which had been caused by excessive training, became steady. His physical strength began to recover slowly, and even some of the calluses on his hands from constantly gripping the sword fell off.

"this is……"

"It's magic. You know I'm a faith-based chanter, so I can do something like this."

Clem knew perfectly well that this was magic.

As the princess's bodyguard, he had witnessed healing magic a few times. But the magic those people used was emerald green, and healing magic is supposed to treat wounds, so why could it also restore stamina?

Although he had many questions, he wouldn't ask them.

After all, the first thing Princess Lana taught him after he became the princess's bodyguard was not to pry into other people's privacy.

"Alright, now that Brother Clem has recovered, let's begin."

"Nice to meet you, Lord Storonov!"

After speaking, Clem bowed to the warrior captain, while Gazef paused for a moment, then said:

"You've got it wrong, your opponent isn't me."

"……what?"

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing, little brother Clem! Over here, over here!"

To the young soldier's surprise, he discovered that the priest had already run to the center of the training ground, picked up a longsword, and was urging him on.

"Could it be..."

"That's right, I'm the one who will fight you with swords. After all, the excuse is based on my defeat. If I don't join in, the excuse won't hold up, will it?"

That's essentially true.

Kelin is a priest, and he is a soldier. The battle must have ended in an instant, right?

"Oh, little Clem, were you looking down on me just now?"

"Clem, Lin is very strong."