Chapter 6: Everyone Else Is Strange, Except For Me
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Chapter 6: Everyone Else Is Strange, Except For Me
Youre weaker than me.
What?
At first, I thought I misheard.
That brat. What did she just say?
Unexpectedly stung by Lucias words, lightning seemed to strike inside Shirons head.
His breath hitched. His heart thumped.
Dizzy. Feeling faint. How long had it been since he was last shaken by such a trivial taunt?
It had been a while since he had been in such a situation. Shiron wryly noted his threshold for annoyance had lowered.
Is it because of my young age? Why do I come off so childish?
Verbal attacks because arguments failed. The childishness gave him chills.
However, he did understand how she felt. Perhaps she was very frustrated.
But just because he understood Lucias feelings didnt mean Shiron had to stay silent.
Does she not know about my past life? Why does she ridicule me for being defeated by a hit from the Reincarnated Sword Saint?
It was laughable. Really. Shirons face darkened in anger. Thankfully, his eyes narrowed in irritation without any effort.
Ah.
Perhaps that was why. Lucias eyes widened. She now stood in opposition to Shiron. She seemed to realize what she had just blurted out. However, Shiron didnt miss the chance.
Hey, say that again.
I said, Im stronger than you.
Yeah, you are stronger. Even though it was a surprise attack, I was knocked down without even having a chance.
Lucias face hardened, realizing what she was doing to the young boy.
However, Shiron didnt care whether she looked firm or not.
His past life and the scar of inferiority stung.
But tell me, what does being strong have to do with me following your training method?
Also, why do you treat me like a madman when Im speaking?
With that, Shiron spat out his words.
Lucia gazed at Shiron with vacant eyes. She tried to speak, but
You were just lucky.
That
He couldnt open his mouth. He was too heated. Even Lucia realized that now.
Thinking about it, this was the second time. She had hit a child and berated him for being weak. She felt her face heat up with shame, recalling what she did.
She was just lucky?
Lucia mulled over its meaning.
She didnt need to think deeply.
She was lucky.
Born with more talent than others. Even after death, she was reborn with her memories intact.
From birth, her starting line in life was different. To add to that, unlike other ordinary orphans, she was immediately adopted by a noble family.
If she had a conscience, she should admit it.
It was a clear-cut conclusion that she couldnt make excuses for.
A mixture of embarrassment and guilt consumed her. She felt the urge to escape from the situation. What was she doing to a child
I wonder who the real child is here.
Lucia chuckled bitterly.
Come to think of it, she often messed up in her previous life due to her aggressive nature. Memories of her comrades from her past life suddenly came to her.
Seira, too. Even Yura always told me to stop acting like a child.
From the day she was chosen by the Holy Sword on a sandy island in the lake, Kyrie bore the fate of the hero.
However, Kyrie was fundamentally a country girl. To make matters worse, she was not an imperial citizen but an immigrants daughter.
A barbaric and useless girl.
Quickly-
The girl hoisted the unconscious boy over her shoulder and walked briskly towards the castle.
Lucia gently laid Shiron down on the bed and covered him with a blanket.
Rumble
Sure enough, looking outside, there was a storm, with thunder echoing and a snowstorm blowing. Good thing she had hurried.
Turning her gaze away from the window, Lucia reached out to Shiron. Wiping the blood that had dripped from his mouth with her sleeve, on the surface, he looked alright.
Perhaps the ordeal was mostly over? Lucia pulled a chair over and sank into it.
What the hell.
Lucia felt exhausted. She felt a deeper weight in her heart than when she had swung her sword all day. When was the last time she felt such emotional turbulence? Lucia thought back over the past 8 years.
But, whether in the village she used to live, when her mother passed away, or when a stranger told her he was her father, she never let her emotions take over.
Lucia gazed at Shirons face.
If only you kept your mouth shut, you would be quite cute.
At that moment.
Knock knock.
Miss, Ive brought the items you requested.
Yes, just a moment!
Lucia collected herself and quickly opened the door.
Thank you, miss.
Beyond the door stood Head Maid Yuma, who was holding linens and clothes.
Thank you, Head Maid Yuma.
Its no trouble, miss.
Yuma entered the room with professional grace and began changing Shirons clothes.
Lucia silently observed.
After removing his top, wiping his sweat with a wet towel, and changing him into fresh clothes, Yuma even applied ointment to Shirons lips without a break in her actions.
After finishing her tasks, Lucia gestured for Yuma to come closer. As Yuma gently brushed Shirons hair back, she spoke.
It hasnt even been a day, and you two argued again. And, miss, you moved the young master all by yourself without calling for help. As I told you before, you can call the servants anytime.
Yes
Even though Yuma looked directly into Lucias eyes, Lucia avoided her gaze.
Lucia found Yuma unsettling. Yumas mechanical demeanor, the horn protruding from one side of her head, her vertically slit pupils, and the unnaturally protective aura around her made Lucia uneasy.
Why didnt you stop me? Youve been watching.
Lucia wondered why no one had stopped her, even the second time around. At Lucias question, Yuma narrowed her eyes slightly before replying.
No, it doesnt matter. Whether you two fought or you left the young master in the snow. Nobody would blame you even if he had died from the cold.
Lucia lowered her head. What a harsh reality. Did it mean the servants of the mansion wouldnt intervene even if the kids killed each other?
Lucia fidgeted with her wet hands.
I saw it. This morningyou hugging Shiron. Such an act cannot be without affection. Are you really okay with it?
Yes, Im okay.
Yuma stood up and walked to the door, not hesitating as if she had no more business there.
You didnt leave the young master alone in the end. You did that before and now. And.
Both of you are Prient. You must be responsible for your actions.
With those words, Yuma closed the door.
Only the sound of Shirons breathing was heard in the excessively spacious room meant for one. Lucia stared intently at Shiron Prients face.
What on earth is Prient?
Prient, Dawn Castle, a Horned Demon, ten-year-old brother Maybe because the tension had eased, an unexpected chuckle escaped her lips.
I have never even taken a disciple, much less have a child.
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Chapter 6: Everyone Else Is Strange, Except For Me
Youre weaker than me.
What?
At first, I thought I misheard.
That brat. What did she just say?
Unexpectedly stung by Lucias words, lightning seemed to strike inside Shirons head.
His breath hitched. His heart thumped.
Dizzy. Feeling faint. How long had it been since he was last shaken by such a trivial taunt?
It had been a while since he had been in such a situation. Shiron wryly noted his threshold for annoyance had lowered.
Is it because of my young age? Why do I come off so childish?
Verbal attacks because arguments failed. The childishness gave him chills.
However, he did understand how she felt. Perhaps she was very frustrated.
But just because he understood Lucias feelings didnt mean Shiron had to stay silent.
Does she not know about my past life? Why does she ridicule me for being defeated by a hit from the Reincarnated Sword Saint?
It was laughable. Really. Shirons face darkened in anger. Thankfully, his eyes narrowed in irritation without any effort.
Ah.
Perhaps that was why. Lucias eyes widened. She now stood in opposition to Shiron. She seemed to realize what she had just blurted out. However, Shiron didnt miss the chance.
Hey, say that again.
I said, Im stronger than you.
Yeah, you are stronger. Even though it was a surprise attack, I was knocked down without even having a chance.
Lucias face hardened, realizing what she was doing to the young boy.
However, Shiron didnt care whether she looked firm or not.
His past life and the scar of inferiority stung.
But tell me, what does being strong have to do with me following your training method?
Also, why do you treat me like a madman when Im speaking?
With that, Shiron spat out his words.
Lucia gazed at Shiron with vacant eyes. She tried to speak, but
You were just lucky.
That
He couldnt open his mouth. He was too heated. Even Lucia realized that now.
Thinking about it, this was the second time. She had hit a child and berated him for being weak. She felt her face heat up with shame, recalling what she did.
She was just lucky?
Lucia mulled over its meaning.
She didnt need to think deeply.
She was lucky.
Born with more talent than others. Even after death, she was reborn with her memories intact.
From birth, her starting line in life was different. To add to that, unlike other ordinary orphans, she was immediately adopted by a noble family.
If she had a conscience, she should admit it.
It was a clear-cut conclusion that she couldnt make excuses for.
A mixture of embarrassment and guilt consumed her. She felt the urge to escape from the situation. What was she doing to a child
I wonder who the real child is here.
Lucia chuckled bitterly.
Come to think of it, she often messed up in her previous life due to her aggressive nature. Memories of her comrades from her past life suddenly came to her.
Seira, too. Even Yura always told me to stop acting like a child.
From the day she was chosen by the Holy Sword on a sandy island in the lake, Kyrie bore the fate of the hero.
However, Kyrie was fundamentally a country girl. To make matters worse, she was not an imperial citizen but an immigrants daughter.
A barbaric and useless girl.
Quickly-
The girl hoisted the unconscious boy over her shoulder and walked briskly towards the castle.
Lucia gently laid Shiron down on the bed and covered him with a blanket.
Rumble
Sure enough, looking outside, there was a storm, with thunder echoing and a snowstorm blowing. Good thing she had hurried.
Turning her gaze away from the window, Lucia reached out to Shiron. Wiping the blood that had dripped from his mouth with her sleeve, on the surface, he looked alright.
Perhaps the ordeal was mostly over? Lucia pulled a chair over and sank into it.
What the hell.
Lucia felt exhausted. She felt a deeper weight in her heart than when she had swung her sword all day. When was the last time she felt such emotional turbulence? Lucia thought back over the past 8 years.
But, whether in the village she used to live, when her mother passed away, or when a stranger told her he was her father, she never let her emotions take over.
Lucia gazed at Shirons face.
If only you kept your mouth shut, you would be quite cute.
At that moment.
Knock knock.
Miss, Ive brought the items you requested.
Yes, just a moment!
Lucia collected herself and quickly opened the door.
Thank you, miss.
Beyond the door stood Head Maid Yuma, who was holding linens and clothes.
Thank you, Head Maid Yuma.
Its no trouble, miss.
Yuma entered the room with professional grace and began changing Shirons clothes.
Lucia silently observed.
After removing his top, wiping his sweat with a wet towel, and changing him into fresh clothes, Yuma even applied ointment to Shirons lips without a break in her actions.
After finishing her tasks, Lucia gestured for Yuma to come closer. As Yuma gently brushed Shirons hair back, she spoke.
It hasnt even been a day, and you two argued again. And, miss, you moved the young master all by yourself without calling for help. As I told you before, you can call the servants anytime.
Yes
Even though Yuma looked directly into Lucias eyes, Lucia avoided her gaze.
Lucia found Yuma unsettling. Yumas mechanical demeanor, the horn protruding from one side of her head, her vertically slit pupils, and the unnaturally protective aura around her made Lucia uneasy.
Why didnt you stop me? Youve been watching.
Lucia wondered why no one had stopped her, even the second time around. At Lucias question, Yuma narrowed her eyes slightly before replying.
No, it doesnt matter. Whether you two fought or you left the young master in the snow. Nobody would blame you even if he had died from the cold.
Lucia lowered her head. What a harsh reality. Did it mean the servants of the mansion wouldnt intervene even if the kids killed each other?
Lucia fidgeted with her wet hands.
I saw it. This morningyou hugging Shiron. Such an act cannot be without affection. Are you really okay with it?
Yes, Im okay.
Yuma stood up and walked to the door, not hesitating as if she had no more business there.
You didnt leave the young master alone in the end. You did that before and now. And.
Both of you are Prient. You must be responsible for your actions.
With those words, Yuma closed the door.
Only the sound of Shirons breathing was heard in the excessively spacious room meant for one. Lucia stared intently at Shiron Prients face.
What on earth is Prient?
Prient, Dawn Castle, a Horned Demon, ten-year-old brother Maybe because the tension had eased, an unexpected chuckle escaped her lips.
I have never even taken a disciple, much less have a child.
Chapter 6: Everyone Else Is Strange, Except For MeYoure weaker than me.What?At first, I thought I misheard.That brat. What did she just say?Unexpectedly stung by Lucias words, lightning seemed to strike inside Shirons head.His breath hitched. His heart thumped.Dizzy. Feeling faint. How long had it been since he was last shaken by such a trivial taunt?It had been a while since he had been in such a situation. Shiron wryly noted his threshold for annoyance had lowered.Is it because of my young age? Why do I come off so childish?Verbal attacks because arguments failed. The childishness gave him chills.However, he did understand how she felt. Perhaps she was very frustrated.But just because he understood Lucias feelings didnt mean Shiron had to stay silent.Does she not know about my past life? Why does she ridicule me for being defeated by a hit from the Reincarnated Sword Saint?It was laughable. Really. Shirons face darkened in anger. Thankfully, his eyes narrowed in irritation without any effort.Ah.Perhaps that was why. Lucias eyes widened. She now stood in opposition to Shiron. She seemed to realize what she had just blurted out. However, Shiron didnt miss the chance.Hey, say that again.I said, Im stronger than you.Yeah, you are stronger. Even though it was a surprise attack, I was knocked down without even having a chance.Lucias face hardened, realizing what she was doing to the young boy.However, Shiron didnt care whether she looked firm or not.His past life and the scar of inferiority stung.But tell me, what does being strong have to do with me following your training method?Also, why do you treat me like a madman when Im speaking?With that, Shiron spat out his words.Lucia gazed at Shiron with vacant eyes. She tried to speak, butYou were just lucky.ThatHe couldnt open his mouth. He was too heated. Even Lucia realized that now.Thinking about it, this was the second time. She had hit a child and berated him for being weak. She felt her face heat up with shame, recalling what she did.She was just lucky?Lucia mulled over its meaning.She didnt need to think deeply.She was lucky.Born with more talent than others. Even after death, she was reborn with her memories intact.From birth, her starting line in life was different. To add to that, unlike other ordinary orphans, she was immediately adopted by a noble family.If she had a conscience, she should admit it.It was a clear-cut conclusion that she couldnt make excuses for.A mixture of embarrassment and guilt consumed her. She felt the urge to escape from the situation. What was she doing to a childI wonder who the real child is here.Lucia chuckled bitterly.Come to think of it, she often messed up in her previous life due to her aggressive nature. Memories of her comrades from her past life suddenly came to her.Seira, too. Even Yura always told me to stop acting like a child.From the day she was chosen by the Holy Sword on a sandy island in the lake, Kyrie bore the fate of the hero.However, Kyrie was fundamentally a country girl. To make matters worse, she was not an imperial citizen but an immigrants daughter.A barbaric and useless girl.Quickly-The girl hoisted the unconscious boy over her shoulder and walked briskly towards the castle.Lucia gently laid Shiron down on the bed and covered him with a blanket.RumbleSure enough, looking outside, there was a storm, with thunder echoing and a snowstorm blowing. Good thing she had hurried.Turning her gaze away from the window, Lucia reached out to Shiron. Wiping the blood that had dripped from his mouth with her sleeve, on the surface, he looked alright.Perhaps the ordeal was mostly over? Lucia pulled a chair over and sank into it.What the hell.Lucia felt exhausted. She felt a deeper weight in her heart than when she had swung her sword all day. When was the last time she felt such emotional turbulence? Lucia thought back over the past 8 years.But, whether in the village she used to live, when her mother passed away, or when a stranger told her he was her father, she never let her emotions take over.Lucia gazed at Shirons face.If only you kept your mouth shut, you would be quite cute.At that moment.Knock knock.Miss, Ive brought the items you requested.Yes, just a moment!Lucia collected herself and quickly opened the door.Thank you, miss.Beyond the door stood Head Maid Yuma, who was holding linens and clothes.Thank you, Head Maid Yuma.Its no trouble, miss.Yuma entered the room with professional grace and began changing Shirons clothes.Lucia silently observed.After removing his top, wiping his sweat with a wet towel, and changing him into fresh clothes, Yuma even applied ointment to Shirons lips without a break in her actions.After finishing her tasks, Lucia gestured for Yuma to come closer. As Yuma gently brushed Shirons hair back, she spoke.It hasnt even been a day, and you two argued again. And, miss, you moved the young master all by yourself without calling for help. As I told you before, you can call the servants anytime.YesEven though Yuma looked directly into Lucias eyes, Lucia avoided her gaze.Lucia found Yuma unsettling. Yumas mechanical demeanor, the horn protruding from one side of her head, her vertically slit pupils, and the unnaturally protective aura around her made Lucia uneasy.Why didnt you stop me? Youve been watching.Lucia wondered why no one had stopped her, even the second time around. At Lucias question, Yuma narrowed her eyes slightly before replying.No, it doesnt matter. Whether you two fought or you left the young master in the snow. Nobody would blame you even if he had died from the cold.Lucia lowered her head. What a harsh reality. Did it mean the servants of the mansion wouldnt intervene even if the kids killed each other?Lucia fidgeted with her wet hands.I saw it. This morningyou hugging Shiron. Such an act cannot be without affection. Are you really okay with it?Yes, Im okay.Yuma stood up and walked to the door, not hesitating as if she had no more business there.You didnt leave the young master alone in the end. You did that before and now. And.Both of you are Prient. You must be responsible for your actions.With those words, Yuma closed the door.Only the sound of Shirons breathing was heard in the excessively spacious room meant for one. Lucia stared intently at Shiron Prients face.What on earth is Prient?Prient, Dawn Castle, a Horned Demon, ten-year-old brother Maybe because the tension had eased, an unexpected chuckle escaped her lips.I have never even taken a disciple, much less have a child.
