Chapter 16: One Question

Meanwhile, the king saw the fight between the two while he was at the top of the palace and was looking at them from below.

"She wields a sword well," said General Agustin.

I nodded as I looked at Adira examining another weapon. "I was not wrong that I hired her. Their training has just begun, but I can tell that Dylan will learn something from her right away, especially since she is not afraid of anything the prince says. "

 Adira seems to have impressed General Agustin. "But it's still surprising. I don't know if she has a weapon that is used in her country, but what she did earlier was impressive, especially when she raised the sword and it stopped near the prince's neck. If one of them tries to move, I'm sure Prince Dylan will be injured. "

I looked closely at the young lady. "I believe Adira is more than just an ordinary person, so I hired her. She can do something that is impressive and you can't read what's going on in her mind. She mentioned that she was forgetting something from the past, so I suspect that's why she became the way she is: she has courage and knows how to fight."

"Maybe, dear king, a person becomes stronger and braver when she is hurt and turns her experience into a weapon in the right way."

"May it be through her that I can determine who the enemy is." Before we left the top of the palace I looked at them again and went inside.

Meanwhile, Prince Dylan was just looking at Adira, who was still examining other weapons.

 "Have you used all of these weapons?" I asked the prince.

"I can only handle a sword and a bow."

I nodded and walked away from the weapons that were there. "Are we done with the training? Can I go inside the palace?"

I frowned. "I just gave you some time to rest, but we're going to start training again right now."

 He weakly pulled the sword like a child. "Are you tired?" I asked.

"Yes."

I couldn't believe it when I looked at him and tilted my head to the left. "This prince is a different class. He seems to always be given a base by the general based on his appearance now. If he thinks he can get me for mercy, I am not easily moved to pity," I said in my mind.

 "Do you want to say something? Why are you staring like that?" he asked.

"Nothing." My eyes moved and I looked at his sword that he was about to release. "Tighten the grip on your sword and stand straight because now I'm going to teach you how to hold it properly."

He followed. I came and stood next to him. "First hold the handle of the sword well." He followed immediately, so I continued speaking.

Adira continued to teach how to properly use the sword. She taught the various tricks slowly as they faced each other. How to escape, use the sword as a shield, and when it's time for him to be the first to rush.

"You got it right away," I said.

Dylan was very happy. "It's easy!"

I grinned. "No, that is not easy. Even though you got what I taught you quickly, that's not what you need most every time you hold it. "You, too, should not be numb."

He frowned and looked at me confused. "Why can't it be numb?"

"Your whole body should work. If your hand is in charge of the sword, your body needs to feel strong around you, especially if someone is secretly going to attack you. You should also learn that in case someone suddenly and unexpectedly appears. Your hands are ready to move fast."

"There's just so much to learn just from handling weapons." By the looks of it, I'm sure he's disgusted with what we're doing and the real training he's had.

"You must always be complaining to General Agustin, so you don't know about those things, am I right?" It nodded in response. "I knew it, so King Stephen, find someone else because you are stubborn and need to be obeyed immediately whenever you want to rest."

 He just looked away and didn't speak. "We are done now, but next time I will teach you how to use your senses and how to know what the enemy will do next. You can go back inside the palace," I said.

I turned my back on him and returned the sword I used, but when I looked back at him, he was just looking at me. "Why?"

He averted his gaze again, which surprised me, so I approached him again. "Would you like to say something?" He turned back to face me.

"Don't you have any other clothes?"

I frowned and closed my eyes several times in response to his question. "There is  why?"

He frowned and checked my clothes. "Is black your favorite color? When I first saw you, You were wearing black from head to toe, then now it's the same, and now you're wearing gloves."

 What I'm wearing today is a fitted dress, skinny jeans, shoes, and gloves, all of which are black, so I wouldn't be surprised if he asked. "I really dress like this; it's not forbidden to wear clothes of the same color."

"But you don't seem to change if all your clothes are one color."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Why are you interested in knowing? Do you like what I'm wearing today?"

His eyes widened, and he grinned in disbelief. "I was just asking, why did you immediately give it a different meaning!"

I was left speechless. "I'm just wondering, but after all, you asked, and knowing what I wear, I'm going to ask too."

"What is that?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

He gave me a serious look. "Nothing."

"Why not?"

"Because it can't."

"Why?"

His eyes are flashing now. "I only have one question. You have so many!"