NOVEL NEXT Chapter 31 - 11. I (3)
Is this the training ground where Andras’s family used to practice? It’s not flashy, but it has everything.
Soon after arriving at the training ground, scary weapons were polished and lined up in a row. There were also worn-out targets scattered here and there as evidence that the owners of this mansion didn’t neglect their training.
“This is a private place only for the Andras bloodline. No need to worry about breaking in!”
Fanora looked around quietly, and Carl soon introduced the weapons to her. He lifted the spear naturally as if he were putting on gloves that fit his hand.
“It is the weapon of what I said earlier. After all, the weapon I am familiar with is the spear.”
“Yes.”
“This spear is really good. Especially it creates a gap between you and your opponent.”
Fanora was able to clearly identify what kind of good for nothing the Andras family lineage has at this moment. Carl immediately swung the modest spear in his hand, showing her some movements, which seemed to be perfect to the level for an outsider who knew nothing about combat.
“Even though the efficiency of using this is lower than other weapons, I still love using spears. Nothing can match the satisfaction when you poke someone with a spear.”
I want him to explain without including his preference… but I can’t speak about it because he looks so happy.
“You can understand the power of using a spear when you see them using it while riding a horse.”
“Is it possible that Kasius people don’t know about it?”
There was a famous story even for the nobles who never stood on the front line. The terrifying words say that if Marquis Andras rode on a horse and dashed once, three people would die at the same time.
Should she learn how to use a spear, the weapon that led the current era like this? Of course, she wouldn’t do that.
“But it’s not a spear that I would learn, isn’t it?”
Carl, who was excited about talking about the spear for a while, suddenly had a gloomy expression on his face.
“The spear is… something I can’t hide. I’m going to be caught right away.”
“What about swords?”
“It would be difficult unless it was a sword, right? But I don’t really like swords.”
If so, which one would be better? As Fanora fell into agony, Carl put down the spear he held and pointed to a nearby crossbow. “Then how about this? If you apply poison on the tip, it works great!”
However, she didn’t like it. “The ripple effect will be too great when I get caught having it.”
“Ah? I’m so stupid to not think about it.”
Even if she hid in the bushes and assassinated others, the process of hiding in the bushes was difficult.
When Fanora refused with a complicated feeling, Carl shrugged lightly. “Then the weapon must be good to hide somewhere, and if it’s a weapon that can be handled with Lady Fanora’s muscular strength…”
“Dagger.”
“No. The human body doesn’t easily get stabbed as you think. So, how about something a little blunt? I’m not talking about mace.”
Carl told her to wait, then he left for a while. Soon after, he returned to the training ground with unfamiliar tools.
“It’s a strap and… beads?”
He held none other than a long leather strap and unknown iron beads in his hand. Fanora looked blankly at the tools held in one of his palms, and Carl explained it. “It’s a sling.”
Looking back on what she used when she dealt with Haures, it was a pretty significant weapon. Carl, who brought a separate weapon called a sling, went to a distant practice target, saying he would show a demonstration.
Fanora thought in the midst of this.
There is a famous story of a short boy who defeated a huge one-eyed monster with a sling. But how could such a primitive tool do something like that…
As Fanora was immersed in her thoughts, Carl gave a light signal and began to move the sling in his hand.
Whoosh. Whoosh.
As he gripped the strap tightly and put the bead at the end, a harsh sound like a whip echoed through the air. When he moved his arm strongly, the bead at the sling moved violently and smashed the target within a few seconds.
“!”
Puck!
An intense noise that wasn’t weak at all could be heard.
“Wow!”
The destructive power was so great that the head of the practice scarecrow was cut in half. Fanora’s eyes glistened. She was excited to imagine it would be the head of Naverius.
“How about this? It’s easy to get stones nearby, and it’s small and easy to hide!”
Fanora listened to Carl and nodded her head. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with learning about it.
“Then how many times shall you try it? It doesn’t require any special practice. I will be watching to see if anyone comes here.”
“Try it on?”
“Yes! It’s really easy to use.”
Fanora’s body stiffened as Carl handed the sling to her hand. She couldn’t believe she tried it out all of a sudden. But didn’t Carl show her how to use it? Since the usage was not complicated, it was simple to follow him once or twice.
All right, let’s try it.
But Fanora didn’t know there would be such a gap.
After about ten minutes.
“…”
“…”
Where did the elegant lady go? Now, there was only a hideous lady who was sweating with an exhausted face. “This…”
The leather strap slipped off, and the stone that was no longer visible where it flew. As both of them were lying on the ground, she opened my mouth. “Why is this damn thing not working!”
“Ca-Calm down, Lady Fanora. If you shout that loud, someone will hear you…!”
Talent was involved in everything in the world. And from all that happened before, Fanora had no talent for handling sling.
“But this is definitely serious. Excuse me… I wonder if you can’t see well with one eye? Unless you are like that, you can’t make this mistake.”
“…No.”
“Then maybe your brain is paralyzed somewhere?”
“No!”
Why is this seemingly easy tool so difficult to use?
First of all, it was difficult to hit the target with a stone. Besides, she made many mistakes in the beginning and hit her calf, so it still hurt like her bone was broken. It even made her more awkward in handling it because she was afraid it would hurt her calf again.
My eyes can’t be like that. It was easy to target the chandelier back then
Got angry, Fanora picked up a stone from the floor and threw it at the target. This made her even more annoyed because it hit the target’s head.
“I’ll be honest. I thought sling was a simple tool that even a lady who had no talent could use it. Looking at Lady now, I can’t recommend you to use it.”
“…”
Fanora frowned as she gripped her throbbing legs after being hit by the sling.
Anyway, I was just trying to learn the sling as one of ten thousands of countermeasures.
She would cling to the tools if she was really powerless, but she had Io. It would improve slowly as long as she had the holy relic imbued with divine power. Rationalizing it, Fanora suggested something to Carl.
“It’s better to learn the vital points of a person first.”
“Vital points?”
“The place I need to stab with a poisoned dagger. That’s what I meant.”
“Okay, if you’re interested in that…”
Carl obediently followed her opinion, whatever she said. However, he gave a short warning whether his worries still left. “But… just because it’s a dagger doesn’t mean you should take it lightly. If you hold it wrong, you’ll mess up your own hands, let alone stab something.”
“It’s okay. You will teach me in the future, right?”
This was the help Fanora sought ideally. Like a farmer who suddenly grabbed a sword with difficulty to win over a professionally trained knight, she needed training besides reading the information from the book.
I need to build up my strength quickly. And then those who raised me and mocked me will all…
Then, since the direction of the violence she would teach them in the future has been decided, they had lunch that had been delayed the rest of the time. This was because a servant dressed as a butler came here and gave us sandwiches.
“Isn’t our family sandwich delicious?”
The sandwich made her feel full quickly, but Fanora didn’t feel happy about it. It just felt like bread with cabbage in it.
“Ah, I guess Lady Fanora didn’t like it. You’re eating little.”
“No, it’s just I’m not interested in food.”
“Then what are you interested in?”
Carl, who sat next to her and started eating the sandwich together, seemed naturally good at eating. He gulped down two sandwiches and touched the third as Fanora nibbled on just one sandwich.
She replied with a smile as she watched him eat his food. “Burying my enemies to the ground…”
“It’s a bit of a unique interest.”
“That’s right. Any book teaches you that revenge is bad.”
Fanora put her sandwich down and looked at the distant sky. Only then did she realize the clear sky was gradually turning yellow. “People often say that revenge will only breed another revenge. If you’re a true adult, even if someone slaps you on the cheek, you should forgive them. The world seems to regard forgiveness of sins as a kind of virtue.”
As she lamented a few words, Carl rolled his tongue out playfully. “Mother Goddess said that forgiveness is a virtue, right? Even if you commit a serious crime, if you just lay down on your own, the world won’t care. Mother Goddess seems to love us very much.”
“Yes, love.”
“Then how many people in this world would be struck by lightning without love?”
Bang.
He stamped his feet lightly on the ground and pretended it to be like the thunder sound. Fanora listened to him without much surprise.
“But I don’t want to do anything like the sacrament of confession. I don’t think the enemies who died at my hands will ever forgive me, but it’s hard to pray to Mother Goddess to make my sins be forgiven…”
“…”
“After all, we are bound to go to hell if we have sinned!”
How can he insist on going to hell in such a bright tone?
Fanora thought for a moment if maybe he was uttering really blasphemous remarks.
“I have already been confirmed to go to hell, so I think I have to live a nicer life to lower the temperature of hellfire.”
As if he had finished eating his sandwiches, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her hands clean. Both of them had finished our late lunch, so they were about to go back to the mansion.
But then.
Carl got up from his seat and beckoned her with a smile. It was a gesture as if asking for an ear.
What are you going to say?
Fanora stood up beside him and tilted her head lightly. Carl then gave advice with half laugh and half voice.
“But in fact, I’m also happy that Lady Fanora is going to get revenge.”
“You’re happy?”
“Because I will have a friend.”
“What?”
So far, Fanora hadn’t been surprised by his eccentricities, but she had to open her eyes wide this time.
“Even though I’m not good at writing, I read theological books as much as possible. I firmly believe in the afterlife.”
Fanora was lost at what to do, so Carl straightened his upper body and held out his hand. He expressed his intention to escort her.
“Lady Fanora, you said you will kill some people in the future, right? Then Lady Fanora and I will meet in hell.”
“…”
“So, I hope that Lady doesn’t confess your sins either. It’s reassuring to know you will meet someone you already know in the hell.”
At the same time, he made an innocent smile. Fanora had no choice but to laugh in vain at his face, which seemed like a sunny day. “If this world still does a witch hunt, you would be burned at stake now.”
“After all, wouldn’t you commit a crime worthy of going to hell? Then don’t even think about being forgiven now. Let’s go to hell together,” whispered Carl Andras as if affirming her revenge.
Fanora had no choice but to think about it. His whisper is just like how the devil whispering to her.