<span>“Ah, Prince Kyle – how dignified he looks, even when seen from afar!”


    <span>The girls who were invited to the royal pce often talked about him in such a way.


    <span>“Silver hair and light blue eyes – he’s like the ice spirit in stories.”


    <span>“The strong-willed look on Kyle-sama’s face entuates his dignified aura.”


    <span>In the royal pce of the snowynd of Koyor, First Prince Kyle was the topic of conversation.


    <span>The girls, who were friends of the Princess, invariably praised Kyle.


    <span>Rishe had witnessed this same scene countless times in her past life because of her stay in the royal pce of Koyor.


    <span>“A man who is clear-headed and calm, yet still has passionate aspirations. When our eyes met at the evening partyst night, I was enthralled.”


    <span>“It would be wonderful if I could marry a man like him… What a shame that’s never gonna happen.”


    <span>A girl said, hiding her mouth behind a fan, while the Princess was absent from her seat.


    <span>With love and sympathy for Kyle, and then a bit of curiosity.


    <span>“–Poor Kyle-sama.”


    <span>The words spun by a cute voice sounded cruel.


    <span>“A departed soul must have fallen in love at first sight with him.”


    <span>*****


    <span>It was the next day that confirmed Kyle’s entry into the Imperial Capital.


    <span>On this day, Rishe, who was dressed as the brown-haired boy Lucius, was sitting on a bench in a corner of the training ground.


    <i><span>Ow, breathing is…!!!</i>


    <span>Even though she was just sweating, the cloth wrapped around her chest made her feel hot.


    <span>Today was the third day of training and after running like the first day, they did the same upper body workout.


    <span>They were now taking a break, but she was exhausted due tock of physical strengthbined with muscle pain.


    <span>However, Rishe has a friend who was worried about her.


    <span>“Are you okay, Lu? I’m going to fan you, okay?”


    <span>“Thanks, Fritz…”


    <span>Fritz, her fellow cadet, sat next to her and used the paper that had just been handed out to everyone to fan Rishe.


    <span>“Haha~ It’s cool … but I’m fine. We have a hand-to-handbat after this, so you need to get some rest.”


    <span>“Don’t be shy. It’s always cooler to have someone else do it for you, isn’t it?”


    <span>“Hahaha, I feel you.”


    <span>The piece of paper, which Fritz was using as a fan, contained a three-day interim evaluation.


    <span>It listed all the cadets’ names and their numbers on a five-point scale.


    <span>Next to Lucius’s name, it stated that both her physical and muscle strength ratings were 1.


    <span>This was, of course, the lowest value and the other items were nk.


    <span>Everyone except Rishe had at least 3 or higher written on them, and Fritz scored 5 in both criteria.


    <span>However, Fritz himself didn’t seem to attach much importance to it.


    <span>“So, I guess I’ll finally get to hold a wooden sword today!　Aww, I can’t wait!”


    <span>“I know Fritz has been looking forward to it. I’m rooting for you.”


    <span>“Oh, thank you! … Ah!”


    <span>“Lucius Alcott!”


    <span>“!”


    <span>The master who called Rishe’s alias was the frontier Count, Count Rovine, who was leading the training.


    <span>“Rovine-sama!”


    <span>“There’s no need to stand. You should try to regain your strength and conserve it during the break.”


    <span>Deterred from standing up, Rishe and others obediently sat back down on the benches. Nevertheless, they straightened their backs even straighter than usual.


    <span>Rovine looked at Rishe and asked softly, “Looking at you today, you look even more tired than yesterday. Didn’t you get enough rest yesterday?”


    <span>“Uhm…”<span>


    <span>Rishe stammered when he saw through her condition.


    <i><span>As expected of Count Rovine; he’s a leader His Highness Arnold would approve of. </i>


    <span>After all, she and Arnold had spent the whole afternoon yesterday walking around the castle town.


    <span>After spotting the carriage where Prince Kyle was in, they even checked which inn they were staying at, so it was nighttime before they returned to the Imperial Castle.


    <span>She had nned to go to bed early, but since she had to tend to the fields and deal with the medicinal herbs, she turned in as usual.


    <span>“Please pardon myck of self-discipline.”


    <span>“I’m not ming you. However, after this, trainees are going to have a match. If things get too hard, tell me right away.”


    <span>“<i><span>Hai</i><span>, thank you.”


    <span>If it was a general knightly training, it would have been, [Only by training under harsh circumstances can you train both physically and mentally.]


    <span>But there were many knights who were injured by it. As expected, it seemed that the policy in the Garkhain Kingdom was to train them prudently and steadily.


    <i><span>This kind of training will create a country that can boast of its tremendous military strength in five years’ time.</i>


    <span>Moreover, Rovine’s training wasn’t only steady and honest.


    <span>It seemed that he made adjustments afterwards. On the third day of training, many of the cadets were getting tired of the monotonous and painful training.


    <span>However, sparring with a wooden sword could be fun.


    <span>Besides the change in the training itself, they would realize that it took effort to be a master of the sword.


    <span>The cadets would work harder and harder after the match.


    <span>He was indeed an excellent mentor. She could understand why Arnold used the cover of training cadets as a ‘natural circumstance to summon Count Rovine.’


    <i><span>I wonder if His Royal Highness Arnold informed Count Rovine about Prince Kyle.</i>


    <span>Not that he let him be in the dark about everything, but it was a question how much of it he shared.


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