121 – Easy come, Easy go – 1
In the second semester following the first semester, there were classes related to swordsmanship. Some of the young masters who chose swordsmanship classes based on their interest mostly gave up because they were tired of the filthy long and tedious basics. In the class he took with the image of him wielding his sword beautifully, if he practiced just the basic steps every day, he would get tired of it and leave.
In other words, it also meant that all of the other students, except for those few young masters, also took swordsmanship classes in the second semester. It was because handling a sword was something that could not be mastered even if you learned throughout the academy, and if you were a student with the heart to learn properly, of course you would not drop classes after only one semester.
That meant that Cordelia, who was more serious about swordsmanship than expected, would also take a swordsmanship class together in the second semester. Well, I could eat my grades, so there was no reason to quit.
Of course, Swordsmanship Basics II was not much different from Swordsmanship Basics I in the first semester. The lecture was early in the morning, and the instructor was still Helford like a wild boar.
During the break before her class started, I looked around her classroom and finally found the girl I was looking for. She’s been looking for her since morning, but I can’t see if she’s avoiding me.
“Cordelia, you kept looking. Where were you this morning?”
“Hey!”
I greeted Cordelia warmly. It seems she didn’t miss class, though. Thank god. Contrary to my thoughts, however, Cordelia didn’t seem to like me very much. She looked at me and freaked out as if she had seen a monster.
“Do we have something to say?”
“… I don’t think I’m there.”
“Mmm, no no no. Think carefully. It will definitely be there.”
I grabbed Cordelia’s shoulders as she stepped backwards while looking at me. I have a lot to say to her, but I guess she doesn’t. Her head hunched. If you’re like that, it’s like I’m a bad person. I asked with a smile.
“What is the first thing to say at a time like this?”
“But isn’t it okay because the end is good?”
Cordelia answered with a smile as well.
There is a play by Shakespeare called All’s well that ends well. People often interpret this saying that if the result is good, it is result-oriented, but if you look closely, the reality is completely different. This is because ‘All’s well if it ends well’ is a very naive drama, and unlike the title, it ends with a very disgusting fraudulent marriage ending.
Is it okay if the intention is good? Neither is it. There are many things in the world that are done with good intentions but end in tragedy. If I immediately go to her imperial palace as an answer for her princess and request a one-on-one match with Prince Wilhelm, will she really like it? I’d probably grab her by the back of the neck and pass out.
In conclusion, what I want to say is that the process is just as important as the intention or the result if the work is to be completed perfectly. I thought that a cultured person would know this much, but it seems that the woman in front of me did not.
“Mmm, wrong. In this case, I’m sorry.”
“aaa! Wait for a sec! Shoulder! Shoulder!”
I put a little strength in her hands holding her shoulders. She screamed at her that she was sick, though she quickly got her hands off her.
“Eomsal is.”
“It really hurt! I thought her arm was falling.”
“Don’t lie to me. I guess I was as strong as when I was massaging Hestia.”
“Oh, is that so?”
No matter how hard it is, I really don’t give it a go. At my words, Cordelia twisted her hair as if she was embarrassed.
To be honest, I’m not satisfied with this kind of punishment, but I can’t really hit my calf with a cane, so what? But whether or not she was aware of my generosity, she spoke like a madman, eager to arouse my anger.
“I didn’t mean it badly, it worked out well in the end, so it worked. Quietly.”
I put my hand on her forehead without saying anything. Cordelia’s mouth quickened. From now on, where should she prepare her filial children? This cursed tongue needs retribution.
“If a person does something wrong, they say that it is the world’s rule to be punished. Take it sweetly.”
“Uh, huh? For a moment! No, I didn’t mean it badly, it worked out in the end!”
She hastily tried to make excuses, but she had no mercy in my fingers. A cool blow sounded, and Cordelia let out an incomprehensible shriek. She grunted, touching her red, swollen forehead.
“Oh, it hurts. Hitting like this with that power is almost a crime, really. A violent criminal!”
“This is all beating with affection. And if you’re so confident, why did you run away?”
“How do you stay in that atmosphere.”
“Did anyone know that?”
Oh really. Not losing a word is just earning a hawk, earning a hawk. Since ancient times, chestnuts have been medicine for children who do not listen. I absolutely did not agree with the saying that children should grow up with being beaten. You shouldn’t beat a beast just because it doesn’t listen, but you can never beat a person. However, at least against Cordelia, it worked well with appropriate physical punishment. There is no such thing as too much gold.
“Wu. If you’re going to hit me like this, tell me about yesterday in more detail.”
“What more can I say? Thanks to our goldsmith doing something he didn’t ask us to do, it worked out fine anyway, that’s it.”
“The gold one? Am i talking what do you mean?”
“It means someone as precious as gold.”
“hehehe. I don’t have much to praise….”
Cordelia mumbled, not knowing the true use of the golden tooth. If you look at it like that, it’s really not that simple. I couldn’t let her continue to fall in love with her sweet dream, so I decided to let her know about her reality again.
“If you really meant it, would you have written it now? It just means like a child.”
“What? Like a child? Huh, true. It’s ridiculous, really.”
She snorted at her as if she was dumbfounded, but even the way her emotions fluctuated with every word was childlike. She was having fun for a while, but since I didn’t treat her, she started hitting me as if it had never happened before.
“But you know what, are you going to get along with YuRia from now on?”
“Well, that might be a bit difficult.”
She questioned me with her subtle expectations, but I dismissed the possibility with her single word.
“Why?! They said they were reconciled!”
“Could you call that reconciliation…. And, reconciliation isn’t everything.”
It’s not a character in a game, and you won’t be able to suddenly improve your relationship as if nothing happened just because you solved it well. A person’s emotions are not something that can be measured with a ruler like a program. It is natural for me and her to have her sediment left behind. As if it had never happened, as if you had seen an unreleased event, your liking suddenly rose sharply, and it is said that something like that is impossible.
“Anyway, it won’t be as dramatic as you’d expect.”
“Um….”
“Don’t think about doing something you weren’t told to do again.”
Her eyes rolled. In the past, I thought I shouldn’t say something funny when teachers said that I can hear the sound of rolling my eyes, but now that I’m in this position, I think I can really hear it. I hear Cordelia’s eyes rolling. If I hadn’t said it, would I have committed something absurd again?
“My, my, when did I think of that!”
“You were doing it right now.”
“Isn’t it?”
Her trembling pupils raised their hands as if they were me, I did! And seemed to be screaming.
“Wow, Cordelia, you must be really honest.”
“What do you mean?”
“How can people lie like this?”
Cordelia’s mouth pouted.
“Losing….”
I’m not as bad as you are? Maybe.
“Oh, Cordelia!”
“Hello!”
At that time, a group of female voices called from behind Cordelia. Cordelia looked behind her and she waved her hand with a welcome look. They were a few of their friends.
Cordelia was still close friends with the female students in the swordsmanship class that she introduced to her in her first semester. Most of them were daughters of knight families, or rather proud and independent students who decided to walk the path of knights in search of a way to avoid marriage forced by the family. Actually, I don’t know them very well.
In Cordelia’s eyes, they were nice and respectable friends of the same age, on the contrary, in their eyes, Cordelia was a rare real girl (except for her character, of course). Maybe that’s why, their friendship was quite strong. Isn’t there quite a few cases where originally opposite types of people are drawn to each other’s differences and become friends.
Cordelia ran to them with a happy face, as if she had been scolded by me. And he didn’t come back until class was over. It seems a little pissed off at me. But Cordelia, you may have other friends, but I don’t. If you go away like that, I’m really alone.
In the end, I had to go to class in a state of complete solitude. Even, today’s class was ‘it’ that was more cruel than any other class to the friends without friends.
“Today, pair up and practice sparring.”
“Oh, please.”
I groaned without anyone knowing. In fact, practice sparring was not a very strange class method. Originally, the swordsmanship class was a class where sparring was frequent.
The problem is timing. For a human like me who has no friends, pair up, make groups, etc., These were the types of classes I really wanted to avoid. Normally, the two of us could have paired up as if we were just guiding Cordelia, but today, when she got upset and went away, I had to remain blankly by myself.
Instructor Helford, who found me lying there alone, let out a drool.
“Well, Mikhail is with this instructor….”
“Can I just observe today?”
“I won’t allow it.”
Am I crazy? I flatly rejected Instructor Helford’s offer. Being left alone and pairing up with a teacher really feels like losing something, doesn’t it? Regardless of what the hell you lose to. In the first place, I didn’t want to engage in sparring alone with an old man like Rural Bandit 1 unless it was a conquest and a chest.
I asked to just sit and watch instead. Instructor Helford, probably overwhelmed by my momentum, granted my observation request without saying anything. Because the instructor knows best that my level is not the basics of the first grade level anyway.
Thanks to that, I ended up sitting still and watching the other students fight.
But, the skills of Cordelia’s friends… Was it that good?