Chapter 53 A Surge of Fighting Spirit She laughed for a moment, then turned around, her expression icy…

The first rays of dawn were blocked by the curtains, and Andra's eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes precisely on time.

After several hours of sleep, she rose with the sun.

Every muscle in Andra's body had had a full rest and clamored to wield his longsword, hoping to add a splash of color to his enemy.

"..." Andra glanced quietly to her side. The little girl had her eyes closed, and she didn't know whether she was awake or asleep.

That ever-flowing anger and exhilaration vanished, leaving only a warm and comforting joy.

Your Highness, Your Highness the Princess~

She called out softly twice, but there was no response.

The girl's eyelashes were long and thick, making her feel a little itchy.

I just want to touch it, just once.

Andra swallowed hard. She looked around—the room was dimly lit and inviting; no one would approach the curtains at this hour. The servants were all outside; she was the only one beside her.

*Gulp*, a good opportunity.

She decisively extended her finger and swept it towards her fluffy eyelashes—

"!"

As the gentle touch brushed against her fingertips, the little princess suddenly opened her eyes.

Even though it was dark, that momentary fierce glint still sent a chill down Andra's spine.

Eleanor, like a highly wary little animal, raised her paw and shoved her away from her embrace, clutching her chest and shrinking to the other side of the bed.

This is not the reaction of a pampered little princess.

Andra stared blankly at her fingers, then quickly knelt on the bed and apologized, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"It's alright." The little princess regained her composure faster than expected.

She patted her skirt as she stood up from the bed, and stood barefoot beside her, casting a small shadow.

"Andra, won't you sleep a little longer?" she said in a sweet voice, pressing one hand against Andra's cheek, as if she weren't the child who had just been frightened.

Andra gradually calmed down under her gentle reassurance, and she considerately changed the subject, saying, "It's okay, I'm going to practice my sword now."

"......"

In her past life, Andra would stay up late with her, so it seems that things will be a bit more difficult at the start of this life.

Eleanor knew perfectly well that they were nominally guardian knights and princesses, and that she could command Andra to stay by her side forever.

But if she dares to show any sign of wanting Andra to neglect his swordsmanship, he will immediately try to get away from her, and he will most likely succeed quickly.

Phew... thankfully I've figured it out.

"Love" and "binding" are really hard to distinguish, Andra.

The little princess nodded obediently: "Okay, it's good for your health to sleep a little longer."

She was still young, and her voice sounded delicate even without her trying. Eleanor leaned on Andra's shoulder and whispered, "My bodyguards were all chosen by my mother. Many of my older sisters have bad tempers, just like my sister Wang. You must be careful not to be bullied by them."

She said it on purpose, because it would be pointless. Given Andra's lifelong vigilance, it was impossible for her personal guards to ambush her.

"...Rest assured, Your Highness."

Touched, Andra took her hand and kissed it, smiling as he said, "I am your guardian knight, and I will be the strongest."

Yes, you're right. If you survive, you'll naturally become the strongest in the world.

Eleanor inwardly exclaimed: So no matter what you say or do in this life, I will set up traps for you.

"Okay, it's a deal."

The little princess snuggled into the knight's arms, nuzzled his neck, and said sweetly, "Yawn~ I'm going to sleep a little longer, see you at noon~"

"See you at noon." Andra returned to the ground, bowed respectfully, changed his clothes, and left in high spirits.

“…” Eleanor watched her retreating figure, silently opening her lips: I hope we never see each other again, Andra.

...

Andra walked out of the palace with a smile on her lips.

She sniffed her collar; a faint fragrance lingered on it.

Andra's senses are much more acute than normal. These scents must have been left by the little princess. The princess didn't like using incense, so this scent must be...

Her cheeks flushed, and she dusted off her sleeves and ran off to the training field as if nothing had happened.

The sun had just risen above the horizon, and the morning light was like hazy glass, with a transparent quality that was just about to awaken.

Andra didn't care about all that; her eyes could see the outlines of things even in the dark, and she was already used to practicing swordsmanship morning and night.

She didn't feel any pressure about "having to practice every day or someone would catch up to her"; she simply enjoyed the feeling of wielding weapons.

Is there anyone who doesn't love martial arts? She was never curious about that.

The boy braved the cold wind and came alone to the training ground in the early morning, pulling a long sword from the shelf.

Andra had never read martial arts novels with the theme of "no sword in hand, but a sword in heart," but she had been able to be indifferent to or uncritical of the sword in her hand since she was a child.

In her view, all swords fall into only two categories.

One type of sword is easily broken by humans, and the other type is not easily broken by humans.

Because Hetuya lacked high-grade iron ore and had virtually no iron smelting technology, she used bone knives, which were relatively harder than wood, for a long time.

Andra was strong from a young age. In order to fight against the bullying of her sister, she drank a medicinal soup when she was seven years old, which caused her physical strength to grow explosively.

The young boy didn't care about the swords; they would break sooner or later in her hands anyway, and she would just get a new one.

call--

She swung her longsword with a small leap, her entire posture so perfect and elegant that it seemed impossible for her to deviate even slightly.

Andra's limbs were completely relaxed, relying entirely on the residual instincts of his body to unleash this perfect sword strike.

She'll move her hands and feet to warm up with a set of movements in sync with the sword, and then she'll practice seriously after she's done "playing around"...

Bang!

The loud explosion abruptly interrupted Andra's whirling dance. The moment her blade touched the wooden surface, the dummy exploded instantly! Loose fragments flew in all directions.

Swish, swish.

Andra's body dodged before he realized the danger.

She flipped her wrist, using her sword to deflect a large number of shards with a clanging sound, and her body, which had been flying backward, leaped out of the maximum range of the wooden shards in just a few breaths.

She stared at the broken pieces for a few seconds, then raised her finger and pulled out the only splinter.

Hmm... Were the wooden dummies in the training ground used for too long? Did they buy targets made of inferior materials? Or was her strength too great, and she shattered them with a single blow?

Andra checked the wound; it was such a small scratch that it had healed by noon and was nothing serious.

Anyway, she doesn't necessarily need to practice swordsmanship with wooden dummies. Swinging in the air is fine too, but she just prefers the feel of actually cutting something.

The boy waved and was about to leave when he suddenly felt a slight tingling pain in his brain.

They've been targeted...

snort.

She turned around abruptly and strode over to the second wooden dummy.

Andra flicked his wrist, gathering his power at the tip of the sword, and gently touched it.

prick--

The heavy iron sword nimbly pierced the dummy in her hand, creating a small gash in the center.

Swoosh—shards of debris burst out from the breach!

Good heavens, what kind of old wooden dummy was this? It was a hollow trap set up specifically for this purpose! There seemed to be nails and rusty iron pieces inside, but the quality was too poor for them to explode!

Andra sneered and stabbed at the third, the fourth... The entire row of wooden armored men had been replaced!

"Ha ha ha ha."

......

"Oh no, she figured it out!"

A few people were hiding in the garden, whispering amongst themselves as they watched.

"Won't she come looking for trouble?"

"No, she wouldn't dare." Batina clenched her fist. "That guy has no evidence, who would admit it? You?"

"I won't."

"And you?"

"I can't either!"

The little heads quickly confirmed their sisterly bond.

They watched Andra nervously in the training field, and only breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that she had not run to the princess's palace, but had stayed in the open space to continue practicing.

"Hehe~ She knows it's useless to complain."

The group exchanged smug glances and bumped fists: the expulsion activity at the training ground was just an appetizer; their pranks on Andra had only just begun!

...

Andra skillfully swung his sword in the air on the training ground, his longsword dancing like a white ribbon.

As the sun rose high and cast a golden glow upon her, the other guards finally came slowly over.

They were yawning, leaning on their swords, looking like they had just woken up.

Andra ignored them and didn't rush over to question who did it. She simply stood there, swinging her longsword, using the simplest of movements to create cracks in the air.

"Oh dear~ Who chopped up all this wood here?" Caroline didn't say it directly, but her eyes kept glancing at Andra.

"Yeah, that's really tasteless. They cut it everywhere, how are we supposed to stand here!"

"How disgusting...it's all crumbs." Everyone was talking at once, looking at the same person, occasionally baring their teeth.

Most people, when wrongly accused, would rush to defend themselves, but Andra showed no reaction whatsoever. Her sword moved with perfect precision, drawing steady lines, treating their clamor as mere bird calls.

The guards were speechless: they were well-mannered and wouldn't act like street thugs, throwing tantrums and swearing. They really couldn't handle the turtle-like tactics.

They exchanged a glance, and the youngest guard poked his head out and asked in a seemingly friendly manner, "Hey, Andra, have you had breakfast today?"

This question specifically names someone, and Andra turned around and replied, "I'll be there in a bit."

She has a habit of practicing diligently first, and then eating after her muscles have relaxed. After eating, she rests for a while and then continues practicing.

Originally, as a princess from a neighboring country, she would have servants who would deliver her three meals a day to the entrance of her residence.

However, Her Highness set up a small canteen for her personal guards, where the food was slightly different from what was served outside, with more minced meat, beans, and bird eggs.

She tried it last night and thought it was quite delicious, so she plans to go again today.

Hehehe.

As soon as Andra finished answering me, I saw a strange smile appear on the face of the person who asked the question.

here we go again.....

Sure enough, Caroline of the guard pointed seriously to three or four slaves carrying large wooden buckets and soup ladles walking over not far away, and said loudly, "Hey, what a coincidence~ Your family is distributing meat soup, hurry up and go line up!"

"Hahahaha!" The guards burst into joyful laughter.

Andra tightened his grip on the sword.

She didn't really care about the joke itself, since in her eyes these people were no different from slaves, but being mocked like that by a bunch of insects was still unpleasant.

So what should we do?

If she ignored this group, they might continue their relentless pursuit over the next few days, wasting her time.

If you care, scolding is definitely useless, and hitting? If you hit too hard, it will only cause more trouble.

Seeing her hesitation, Caroline became even more enthusiastic. She grabbed her sword and jumped in front of Andra, shouting, "Oh my, aren't you going to run with your soldiers? If you don't run more and strengthen your legs, you won't be able to run on the battlefield later~ Hahahaha."

Andra raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, "You really know how to run away."

Caroline was momentarily speechless, but since the other person had responded, she felt she was halfway to success. So she grinned and said, "Of course I don't need to run away, but you can't. If you accidentally hurt that handsome young man, His Highness won't want you anymore!"

Andra looked at her and the guards who had surrounded her, mentally assessing their strength.

They're just a bunch of trash spouting nonsense... She felt inexplicably relieved; the sense of crisis she felt now was nothing compared to last night.

She held her practice sword horizontally in front of her and gestured towards Caroline, "Want to spar?"

This was said very casually, without any emphasis.

But as Andra steadied himself and adopted a slightly more serious posture, a strange shiver ran through everyone's shoulders through an invisible wave.

The guards exchanged glances discreetly: No, anyone who dares to fight her one-on-one is likely to be in trouble.

Clang! Clang!

They all moved forward, drew their swords, and separated slightly like hyenas, their gazes and sword tips closely surrounding Andra in the middle.

"Sparring?" Caroline made a face, stuck out her tongue, and said, "We only spar with friends. If you want to join us, first attend the welcome ceremony, everyone~ let's go!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" They roared and pounced from all directions!

Andra moved.

One sword, two swords.

Her sword didn't pierce their necks; she easily bypassed Caroline's vitals and forcefully stabbed the man in the abdomen with the hilt of her sword.

"Awooooo?!"

Andra, too lazy to turn around and see the miserable state of her rolling around while clutching her stomach, slipped to the third person.

Her sword was swift, and her legs were just as fast.

How could Princess Hetuya harm so many Nolana nobles? Fortunately, Ou didn't intend to "harm" them.

Thump!

Her leg swung towards a vital spot, and the sight of her stomping down sent chills down one's spine.

When Andra gently grabbed the fourth woman's arm and twisted it so hard it dislocated, the guards were utterly terrified.

The proud wolf king shook his arm, watching the hyenas tremble and back away with a half-smile.

"Not bad welcoming ceremony, it's making me sweat~ Any more?" Andra said provocatively with a crooked mouth, hoping that this group could concentrate all the harassment in a day or two, so as not to annoy her.

"Of course there is more!" A loud shout suddenly came from the hillside, and Misella made a dazzling appearance with a leap!

She held a large, indescribable spherical object in each of her left and right hands; at first glance, it looked like two lumps of dark yellow mud...who knows what was mixed in there.

"Awoooooo!" Crown Prince Norlanna roared as he charged toward Crown Prince Hertuya, thus beginning the initial war between the two countries ahead of schedule!

When Misella woke up, she was still wiping away tears in bed: "My little sister was so scary yesterday!"

As soon as he finished breakfast, he patted his stomach and exclaimed, "I've got it!"

The younger sister's meaning was simple: she hated Andra and wanted to throw stones at her; she wouldn't be happy unless she did.

Why should I wait a few days to throw stones? I can just do it today, hahaha~

So she wrapped two big rocks in super dirty, super smelly mud and came specifically to find Andra!

Anyone who frequently plays pranks knows that if the person throwing something is too far from the target, they won't be able to throw it accurately.

Especially since the two lumps of mud wrapped around her hands were so thick and heavy, they would definitely change trajectory once they flew out, making it impossible for them to hit anything.

Myrcella was determined to poke those two huge boulders onto Andra's head, turning them into two stinky ears.

"Hahahaha!" She laughed wildly as she ran closer and closer.

The mop sticks like Shi Lü Bu in his prime.

The locals had never heard of this story, but after smelling the pungent odor, they all covered their heads and hid.

Even Andra stared wide-eyed with disbelief.

Hehehe, I wanted to run away~ but it's too late!

Mysella knew that the other party would never use a sword to cut her. As long as she could stick these two lumps on, what did it matter if she got kicked!

She charged forward, brandishing the giant "rock" and screaming. The distance between them closed, making avoidance absolutely impossible.

Andra didn't dodge. She suddenly lunged forward, grabbed the nearest Caroline, and lifted her up like a shield!

What's going on here? Who uses someone else as a shield?!

The guards and Mysella screamed inwardly.

Andra couldn't hear the screams, but she immediately began to prove to them that people can be used not only as shields but also as weapons.

Mysella charged at her.

Instead of obediently raising her shield to block, she used her superhuman strength to fling Caroline up and smash her out like a battering ram!

"Oh oh oh oh—" Caroline screamed in agony.

"Aaaaaah!" Mysera screamed in agony.

Thud!

The two women collided violently in mid-air, sending two lumps of mud flying into the air. The force of the impact splattered across their faces, with some even sliding into their mouths...

"Hahahaha." Andra laughed heartily, "You Nolana people are so funny~ What a hilarious welcome ceremony, hahahaha."

She laughed for a while, then turned around, her cold gaze sweeping over everyone: "Laugh, why are you all stopping laughing?"