Chapter 38 (1/2)

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The next person Fii visited was Conrad.

It was because Crow had told her that Conrad was the best in hand-to-hand.

Ever since that mission with Conrad, he would often be cross-dressed when Fii was around. And n.o.body even mentioned it.

So, Fii decided to stop caring.

“Conrad-san! Please teach me your skills.”

“Goodness. If you’re interested in make-up, shall I teach you a little?”

With an elbow on the table, and his head in his hand, Conrad was the spitting image of a beautiful and languid woman as he gave her a puzzled look.

But Fii shook her head at his reply.

“Not that. I want you to teach me your hand-to-hand combat skills.”

The technique he used to take down those men.

She was sure that she could surprise everybody if she learnt it.

“Hmmmm…”

After thinking for a little, he picked up an apple from the table with his other arm.

“You do this.”

This time it was Fii’s turn to look confused.

“Like this.”

The moment Conrad smiled, the apple in his hand exploded.

Almost as though somebody had planted gunpowder within, the pieces of the apple flew through the surroundings. When Conrad opened his left hand, the only thing left was juice and a bit of pulp.

With the smile still on his face, he asked Fii,

“Wanna try?”

“It’s impossible.”

Fii shook her head.

She went to ask Orbull too.

“Orbull-san, do you have a secret technique too?”

Orbull gave her paper with a smile.

『Not really.』

“Thought so~”

Fii returned the smile.

After that, the two of them took care of the plants together, before Fii went off to look for techniques again.

This time she headed for Palwick.

As usual, he was training with his bow at the practice ground.

“Palwick-san, could you teach me anything about the bow?”

“So it’s you, Heath. I can teach you the basics.”

Palwick kept his eyes on the target, and easily hit the bulleye as he spoke to Fii.

Some knight apprentices thought of him as scary and unapproachable, but Fii knew that he was surprisingly good at looking after others.

Fii told him the things that lead up to her being here.

When he heard it, he told her in his usual even tone,

“In that case, this is the same as the sword. There are no secret techniques. Simply daily training. If you pick up strange habits, your archery will be affected even worse than your swordsmans.h.i.+p.”

Fii felt that he had a point.

She had only just begun learning, but just messing up the stance a little bit would have her arrow completely off the mark.

(But…)

Palwick released another bulleyes, in the same place as before. Not even a millimetre apart.