Chapter 57, A Brand New Beginning, etc., it seems like it could be made even more difficult...

Eleanor's long hair was lifted up by the ocean current, and she floated to the surface.

This retrospective is relaxed and carefree; the fragrance of blooming datura flowers lingers around the nose and disappears in a fleeting moment of time and space intersecting.

Eleanor breathed softly, her mind clear this time, feeling as if she were a small boat slowly drifting towards a predetermined destination.

She was calm, calm enough to seriously consider her previous failures and gains.

The first attempt at regression in this lifetime was undoubtedly a failure.

She didn't kill Andra; instead, she was killed by almost everyone important to her.

There are many variables during an assassination that can be changed in the next attempt.

For example, the density of traps, the concentration of mandalas, and the number of people lying in ambush... If you're lucky, one or two rewinds can kill Andra at the very beginning of the encounter.

But that won't work; this method won't work.

Eleanor felt her shoulder touch the soft bed surface, and she closed her eyes to continue thinking.

Killing Andra in the palace would be a slap in the face to Eva. Her mother was an unpredictable queen, poisoned and unlikely to act according to normal logic.

In the case of extremely good luck, she might need to use three bloodstains to kill Andra, and then use two more to deal with Eva... and that would be the whole petal.

Was it all worth it?

If it were Eleanor who had just experienced the time travel, she might grit her teeth and say: It was worth it!

Once we find a way to kill Andra, won't we be free to roam the skies? She still has four other petals; if one isn't enough, she'll have two.

But it's not worth it.

Eleanor answered her heart in this way a few days after her rebirth.

This seemingly decisive use of flower petals is actually a form of stagnation. She could have used more time to observe Andra's weaknesses while improving herself, but fortunately—

The girl on the bed slowly opened her eyes.

Her long eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, her eyes reddened but she didn't shed a tear, her amber eyes darted around and locked onto her sleeping sister beside her.

Eleanor stretched out both hands... and twisted Myrcella's big ears, one on each side!

"Eh?!" Mysera cried out in her sleep. Who was shaking her head?!

She spun and struggled to jump off the bed, but her younger sister wouldn't let go, so she jumped and carried her directly on her back.

"Third Prince! What are you doing?" Coral pulled back the curtain, grabbed Misella's robe, and shoved her onto the blanket, looking fierce as if she was about to spank her.

哢哒.

Myrcella slammed her chin on the corner of the bed, wailing pitifully, "I didn't do anything! It was Eleanor—oh, oh, oh, let go of my hair!"

The little princess grabbed her sister's hair and ears without saying a word, and vigorously rubbed her head like she was applying shampoo.

As Misella wailed, she pondered: Had the caterpillar she'd secretly placed in the closet been discovered, or had she been caught stealing her sister's snacks?!

Those little hands rubbed and pinched, only letting go when Mysella lay limp on the bed like a dead dog.

Eleanor sat back on the edge of the bed, crossed her legs, and furrowed her brows, looking as slightly melancholy as usual.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?" Mysera looked up with a puzzled expression. She leaned on her sister's lap and stared at her for a long time but couldn't find anything wrong.

Seeing that the little princess was alright, Coral and the servants beside her fully opened the curtain and brought clothes to help the two sisters change.

Mysella's memory only lasted a few minutes; once she changed her clothes, she forgot about it.

After all, she herself has sudden bouts of erratic behavior all the time, so she can't just stop her sister from having them too, right?

Mysella scratched her head, remembering what she was going to say.

She pointed mischievously out the window: "Hehe, that Hetuya person you asked for yesterday is kneeling outside. Shall we bet on how long she can keep kneeling?"

Eleanor sighed, "Sister, how could you humiliate Princess Hetuya like this? She's nominally a guest here."

Although now I realize it was just Andra's little trick to win her affection.

Uh, Mysera choked.

She wanted to say that the boy was nothing; the Hetuya people always had a string of children. In a few years, that guy would have many, many more sisters, and then be completely forgotten in the Norlana court.

Mysella is quite clever.

She knew that when that time came, Princess Hetuya's best option would be to find some work in their Norlana court and become an insignificant nobody, unloved by both countries.

This was already a lifeline they had given her; otherwise, if the two countries were to wage another major war, they could have dragged this Hetuya out and sacrificed her to the flag.

While her sister was lost in thought, Eleanor had already run to the door with small, quick steps.

"Andra~" she called the name of the Hetuan, then stopped in front of the porch.

Myrcella saw the figure walking gracefully towards her through her sister's petite body.

Her long, golden-red hair floated in the air, as if sunlight was igniting at the ends.

The Hetuya were so beautiful that even Mysera had to admit that her golden irises were more dazzling than the golden beads on the curtain.

The Hetuya laughed. Oh, of course she would laugh.

Seeing Andra's infatuated smile, Mysera felt a surge of displeasure: My little sister is the cutest in the world, what is this kid thinking!

"Andra, are you alright?"

The little princess ran from inside the palace to the corridor. She couldn't help but take a step forward, then timidly shrank back into the corridor, only daring to stick half of her body out.

The morning sunlight shone on her slightly pale cheeks, adding a touch of bright color.

Thump, thump thump.

As Andra's heart raced, she took a deep breath, imprinting the refreshing fragrance in her heart.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

As she walked, she knelt on one knee, met the little princess's sparkling eyes, and uttered the words that had rolled between her lips countless times.

"Your Highness, I am willing to be your sword of protection."

"~"

Upon hearing this, the little princess shyly covered her face with her sleeve, and only gently lowered it after a long while.

She excitedly came to Andra's side and gently stroked her right hand as if she had found something precious.

“It’s different from mine.”

The little princess's delicate palm brushed against her somewhat rough hand, letting out a soft exclamation. Her clear voice held only curiosity, not disdain.

“Yes, I will practice even harder.” Andra was pulled up by the little princess, and she gently held the princess’s warm little hand in her palm, whispering in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Eleanor smiled and suddenly used a little more force to lift Andra's right hand and loudly announced to the people around her.

"Everyone, from now on, Andra will be my guardian knight~"

She looked around to observe everyone's reactions:

Coral had just finished making her bed and was now rushing out, while Manzhu and Thorn walked out of the group under her meaningful gaze.

"Your Highness, please reconsider. This person is a member of the royal family of Hetuya," Manzhu pleaded, kneeling on one knee.

Thorn was even more direct. She drew her sword from her waist, raised it above her head, and declared loudly, "Your Highness, only the stronger are fit to stay by your side. Please allow me to duel with her!"

Great, the timeline has returned to the right track.

Eleanor stepped between them and gently advised, "From now on, you will all be my personal guards, there's no need for..."

rustle.

Andra stepped forward to shield the princess behind her, and said with a smile, "Your Highness, it seems they have some doubts about my strength. Please give me a chance to prove myself."

Eleanor stared at the confident boy in the sunlight for a few seconds, then nodded gently. "Okay, then... don't let anyone get hurt."

......

Andra's swordsmanship was exactly the same as in her previous life, but in this life, Eleanor stopped him even faster, and no one was injured when the swords were separated.

"Alright, alright, Andra's swordsmanship is good enough, you can all rest assured now, right?"

Eleanor spread her arms and stood between the two groups of people.

After Manzhu sheathed her sword, the little princess gently patted her shoulder and winked meaningfully.

Seeing the princess's bright eyes, the two sisters instinctively lowered their hands and stepped aside.

Andra didn't see their little tricks. She readily sheathed her sword and looked up as the princess walked back, her eyes filled with affection.

The little princess came to her side and took her hand affectionately.

The two had only been close for a short while when Eleanor, as if remembering something, pointed to Myrcella, who was watching the scene unfold, and said loudly, "Andra, since you're so good at swordsmanship, why don't you teach my sister too?"

"Huh?!" Before the others could speak, Mysella jumped up like a firecracker, shrilly protesting, "No way! I don't want to! I'm super strong, okay? Don't let her come and drag me down!!"

Eleanor looked at Myrcella's head shaking like a rattle-drum, and a crack appeared in her gentle expression.

Are you strong? Andra is a burden to you?

She carefully recalled her memories from her two previous lives.

When Andra I mentioned Myrcella, the key word was "courage." In short, putting everything else aside, her courage alone was remarkable.

The second incarnation... The second incarnation of Andra looked embarrassed, saying that she was a warrior, but the "praise" was still the purely subjective concept of bravery.

Both sentences only state the objective fact that Mysella went to the battlefield to fight the enemy, but they never mention combat strength.

Is my sister's swordsmanship really that terrible?

Thinking of this, Eleanor quickly ran to Myrcella's side, jumped up, and grabbed her hair forcefully. "You come here right now, and you'd better learn properly from Andra!"

Everyone couldn't help but show surprised expressions: Although the princess would sometimes teach the Third Prince a lesson, she often had headaches and would usually cover her head, cough, and weakly wave her hand to persuade him.

This time it wasn't just waving his hand, it was taking action.

A hint of confusion flashed in Andra's eyes, but it quickly turned into interest.

When she first saw Eleanor, the little princess was walking unsteadily, which made her feel both pity and a little worried.

It seems Her Highness's health is improving? She's quite lively.

"Eek..." Mysera wanted to brush her sister's hand away, but she remembered that her sister was weak, so she had no choice but to obediently follow the hair.

He's come through it all, but he's still stubborn: "Listen carefully, I will not learn from the weak!"

The guards and servants remained silent with stern faces, but Eleanor, not one to tolerate such behavior, let out a sullen laugh.

Hey, how dare you say Andra is weak? Turns out your bullying was very successful!

Too lazy to speak, she simply had a guard draw a sword from his waist and hand it to her sister, while she gestured for her to proceed.

Andra obediently drew his sword and raised it again. "Then please give me your guidance, Your Highness."

She had previously feigned helplessness to attract Eleanor's attention, but now that she was a guardian knight, she had no reason to hide her abilities anymore.

"Hmph~" Mysera wiped her nose, raising her sword and threatening, "Watch me stab this little guy right through! Waaaaaah—"

After saying that, Mysella raised her sword and charged forward with a roar.

A few minutes later, a motionless "corpse" appeared on the ground.

To avoid the fact that they lost the battle, that silly Misella actually lay on the ground pretending to be dead... Truly befitting a child of three lifetimes.

Eleanor looked helplessly at her sister on the ground: Oh well, she's achieved her goal anyway.

Her "teach my sister" tactic today wasn't unfounded. Eleanor had been thinking about how someone like her sister could inflict damage on Andra without harming those around her.

Then a thought suddenly came to mind: why not let her drag Andra down?

Regardless of Andra's teaching ability, it would take a lot of time and effort to teach a husky to walk upright.

From now on, Andra will be living a life where she's dragged down by Myrcella during the day and by her at night, making her life miserable~

Wait, it seems like we could increase the difficulty even further?

Eleanor glanced at the sword on the ground, picked it up twice but didn't.

Then she looked up at Andra and said sweetly, "Andra, I want to learn swordsmanship too~"

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Author's Note: Today is Qixi Festival! Happy Qixi Festival everyone~ [Sprinkling flowers][Fireworks][Orange candy] So I'm adding an extra chapter tonight~ [Hugs]