Knight with Wand

Afternoon after dinner at the lord's mansion.

As usual, Treya left the house with two large baskets and came to the Selva village market to pick vegetables from several small stalls.

In the not-so-large open space of the village market, behind the stalls selling firewood, coal, tools, clothes, food and vegetables, except for the occasional young men from each family who helped, there were all young village women and girls managing it.

In Selva, except for the new refugees from the west and the passers-by, there were almost no local old people and old women in the village.

Treya naturally knew the unfortunate reason for this scene.

The village under her feet, which now looks prosperous, actually experienced a tragic experience comparable to that of herself and others a few months ago.

A stall owner girl wearing a headscarf saw the beautiful lady with chestnut big braids and knew that she must be here to purchase ingredients for the lord's family again, so she quickly greeted her cleverly.

"Miss Treya! Come and see what I grow. These are all freshly picked vegetables today!"

When Treya heard the shout, she stopped in front of the small stall of the girl with the headscarf.

The daughter of a border knight from the Feru Mountains was not ignorant of the five grains. She had also distinguished the local vegetables in Orland during this period.

After carefully looking through the stalls, she saw that the ingredients on the stalls were indeed fresh, so she did not look for another stall. According to today's menu, she said to the stall owner: "Please give me four bundles of redroot vegetables, two handfuls of garlic grass, and two bundles of green cypress shoots."

After the stall owner filled the empty basket with vegetables, Treya paid the money. Seeing the stall owner counting the coins with a happy face, she could not help but feel a little ashamed under her silent expression.

Even these girls in the village can be self-reliant, but as the daughter of a knight, she has not found a job that she can really do.

Compared to Sister Martha, who is good at counting and understands business.

Rayya, who is an excellent painter.

Sally and Veresa, who are proficient in etiquette and dance and have a wide range of experience, are from upper-class noble families.

There is also Milena, who has officially taken office and become a doctor in Selva.

Treya thinks that as the daughter of a country knight, she has no special skills that are more outstanding than her companions.

Her companions also have the skills of upper-class etiquette trained by the Falcon family, and they all do better than her.

Now, after racking her brains, the only extra ability she has is that she once learned to ride a horse with her father, and briefly played sword dance with her deceased brother out of curiosity.

But that three-legged cat skill was purely for fun at home in the past. Not to mention a real warrior, I am afraid that she can't even beat an old farmer in the countryside with a pitchfork, so it is not a skill at all.

Now, doing more errands and chores for everyone every day and taking on more physical work is already her best role.

Picking up two large baskets full of vegetables, Treya weighed the weight.

I had done some housework before, so I was a little stronger than other weak girls, which was barely an advantage for doing housework.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of iron boots.

Treya looked towards the street next to the village market.

I saw Elena's brother, the tall knight named Lohak, walking out of the village with nine elite warriors wearing heavy armor, covered with black sword-wing robes, with blunt swords without sheaths on their waists and holding headless spears.

Treya recognized that except for Sir Lohak, the rest were guards under Lord Leon. It seemed that they were going to go out of the village with the knight for daily training.

But she was a little confused.

After a careful look, she found that in front of the queue of ten heavily armored warriors, even in front of Sir Lohak, there was a strange girl wearing a farmer's waistcoat and a golden bun as the leader of the team.

The blonde girl was younger than herself, but she was also holding a practice spear and a blunt sword on her waist, as if she was going to participate in military training with those big and strong knights and warriors.

"Is that Miss Olivia?" Treya murmured.

She had met the daughter of the Selva centurion yesterday, after all, she and her companions were living in her house now.

The lady and Sir Leon seemed to be engaged, and her status in the territory was not ordinary.

But why was a delicate girl also traveling with those warriors?

Speaking of which, she seemed to have returned from the front line of Longka with the army yesterday.

This was even more strange.

Treya had never heard of any knight bringing his fiancée to the battlefield.

In fact, even the military camp should be a forbidden place for family members, women and children.

Treya, who had unbearable memories in Cantadar, felt that it was inappropriate to think about it.

It was impossible for Sir Leon not to understand how dangerous it was for a girl to be in an army full of rough soldiers.

But it's not just the knight lord. Since the girl's father is the commander of the Selva army, how can he allow his daughter to stay on the front line?

Behind Treya, the stall owner girl who had put the money in her pocket looked up and saw her playmate from the same village who she hadn't seen for a month, and she greeted her happily: "Olivia~! You're back? Are you not injured?"

The passing blonde girl heard the shout and looked towards the stall.

She then smiled and reported to her friend from the same village that she was safe: "Of course not, don't worry, we beat the bad guys of the Wolf Leader!"

After that, Olivia waved her hand and continued to lead Lohak and the warriors away.

Treya heard the conversation between the stall owner girl and the blonde girl, and couldn't help but turn around and ask: "Did that lady also go to the battlefield?"

"You mean Olivia?" The stall girl turned her head and looked at the beautiful maid in the lord's house in front of her. She thought that the other party should be hired by the lord from outside. It was normal that she didn't know Olivia's "reputation" after less than a month in Selva.

"Don't underestimate her. You don't know that although Olivia is small, she is the gold of our village. Ahem, she is very good at fighting, and can fight better than men. She is so powerful!" The stall girl boasted proudly. She watched Olivia teach the little hooligans in the village again and again since she was a child. She admired her friend very much.

Hearing this, curiosity suddenly grew in Treya's heart like weeds.

As the daughter of a knight, she knew very well that being able to fight and being able to go to the battlefield were not the same concept.

In doubt, Treya carried two large baskets of vegetables back to the lord's house, sent the ingredients to the kitchen and handed them to the cook Milia and the servants, and then found Elena, the steward of the territory.

"Sister Elena, I want to go shopping in Selva. Can I take an afternoon off today?" Treya asked.

"Of course, there are so many people and the family is not busy, but you must pay attention to safety. Many men in the village have returned. They don't know your identity yet. Remember to report the name of Lord Leon and be careful not to be entangled by others."

Elena did not refuse, but considering the new subjects in the west, she did not forget to remind: "Also, just walk around nearby, don't go to the refugee camp outside the village. People there may not be familiar with the name of the lord. I'm afraid that if you run into a rude hooligan, you will be bullied by him."

Unlike several noble daughters, Elena was born in the citizen class. She was used to seeing hooligans in the dark streets and alleys since she was a child. She also heard about some cases of noble girls disappearing because they were alone.

She knew that no matter how powerful her identity was, a weak woman should never expect a name to scare off a stupid villain who was ready to commit violence.

There are many people in this world who are so stupid that people doubt the structure of their brains. They think about things without logic and rationality. Many irrational hooligans do not think about the consequences of their actions.

This is the case in a big city like the Holy Land City of Rolandar, let alone a group of refugees who don't know their origins.

"Well, I'm just strolling around. I won't go too far. Besides, I have something to protect myself." Treya patted the dagger on her waist.

After saying goodbye to Elena, she left the house and did not go anywhere else. Instead, she went straight in the direction of the team of lord guards just now and walked all the way to the village entrance.

From a distance, Treya saw the backs of the Lohak Knights and the lord guards standing in a row in the field not far from the herds of livestock grazing on the pasture.

But Treya didn't see Olivia.

It was not until she walked closer and around to the side that she saw the blonde girl blocked by the tall figures of the warriors.

The girl held a training spear, changing and posing neatly from time to time, gesturing in a serious manner, and seemed to be telling something to the warriors.

And those sturdy heavy armored warriors, like well-behaved students, bowed their heads and listened to the girl's instructions.

Sometimes someone would honestly half-raise their arms, as if asking some questions to Olivia.

In shock, Treya saw their attitudes towards each other and suddenly felt confused.

This was completely different from what she expected.

I thought that according to what the stall owner said, no matter how talented this blonde girl was in fighting, she was just learning martial arts from those professional warriors.

However, what I saw now was that it seemed like this petite girl was teaching the warriors?

Could it be that everyone was intimidated by their status and played with the girl?

This was impossible, after all, even the tall and burly Sir Lohak was listening to the blonde girl's instructions.

Soon, Olivia's performance refreshed Treya's cognition again.

A guard stepped out, holding a spear, and with a roar, he rushed towards the blonde girl with his spear.

He showed a fierce posture, not caring whether he would hurt the girl at all. The spear head without a sharp blade went straight to Olivia.

Treya saw it clearly and couldn't help but cover her lips.

Miss Olivia was not fully armed like the guards. The girl's frail body was not wearing any armor at all!

But the next second, the blonde girl changed her posture in a simple and unpretentious manner, swung her long pole and slid closer. While blocking the attack, the girl's counterattack spear head stabbed an inch below the guard's neck guard.

Bang!

With a solid muffled sound, the big man was hit by the spear head and leaned back, and his heavy body retreated two steps.

"! So powerful!"

Treya's eyes widened.

One after another, the spears crackled on the open ground.

After correcting the details of everyone's techniques and answering their doubts, Olivia raised the spear in her hand and couldn't help but feel something.

Since she followed the teaching process suggested by Leon, she has become more and more adept at teaching martial arts.

"Hawk, Mr. Boz, Mr. Pavel, you practice with the three new members to help them get familiar with the basics of the techniques.

Mr. Zabron, Mr. Dardanelle, you can try my techniques on each other.

Lohak, you help Mr. Brunan to correct his habitual mistakes."

After arranging the so-called "disciples" of the so-called "Olivia School" in Leon's joking mouth, they practiced freely.

The blond girl with a majestic demeanor of a little teacher relaxed her expression, turned her head, and looked at the chestnut-haired braided girl who was looking over here under the tree not far away.

Olivia just met this sister who was two years older than her yesterday, and she still remembered her name.

Putting the gun in her hand into the mud, she waved and greeted over there: "Good afternoon, Miss Treya."

Hearing the greeting from the other party, Treya slightly recovered from the incredible martial arts she witnessed, and she left the shade of the tree and walked over.

"Good afternoon, hello, Miss Olivia, I'm sorry to disturb you, I was just curious, so I stopped to watch." Treya stepped back, lifted her skirt and knelt.

Olivia was slightly stunned, and waved her hands quickly: "Relax, don't salute me, I'm not a noble, just a wild girl in the countryside."

After hearing this, Treya still said respectfully: "Even if you are not a noble now, you will definitely become the wife of Lord Leon in the future. As a servant of the Pendragon family, I can't be rude to the future mistress."

Mistress?

Olivia felt sweet in her heart when she heard this, and her pretty face flushed.

How come everyone in the village seems to know about her relationship with Leon this time?

Even the new friend who just settled in Selva knows it clearly. Who spread it?

"Ha~~"

In Selva, a little Lina who did not want to reveal her name rubbed her nose.

"Ahem. Anyway, you are a guest and a friend, so you should relax. I am not used to such respect."

Olivia pretended to cough to cover up her shyness, and quickly raised her hand and raised her finger to change the subject: "Miss Treya, you have been watching for so long, are you also interested in martial arts?"

"Me?"

Tereya blinked.

She wanted to say that a weak woman like her

But she looked at the blonde girl, who was half a head shorter than her.

Tereya suddenly felt a desire for the most direct power in her heart.

If she had the martial arts of the girl in front of her, then her father, mother, brother

There was an inexplicable sourness behind her eyes, and Treya's expression did not change. She suppressed her sadness and swallowed the painful memory with indifference.

Being rescued is the favor of fate, but how long can this luck last in the future?

Now, except for this body that can be slaughtered by others, she has no other strengths.

The kind Lord Larian will eventually leave.

The merciful Lord Leon is not a god who can protect everyone forever.

Living under someone else's roof, if the disaster like the past comes again, she and her companions will become the playthings of the thugs again, then can they welcome the current luck again?

She doesn't want to be a fallen kite drowning in the water again.

"Can I practice martial arts too?"

The chestnut-haired girl asked expectantly: "Can I be as good as you, Miss Olivia?"