volume 2 - Chapter 132 (2/2)
Freya and Sangany looked up, and found a beautiful but cold face.
Her appearance was something like an artistic artifact, it was rare to find such perfectly shaped features. Her sharp chin was a strong arc that led into high cheekbones and deeply set eyes of a pure purple.
Her central parting of her fringe led down to her fine eyebrows, which was raised slightly before lowering in displeasure. Her straight nose bridge seemed to reflect her extremely strong character.
The two of them instantly thought of the bards’ descriptions of the beautiful ladies of the north.
There was a slight scoff as Maynild looked down at them from the warhorse, first at Freya, then at Sangany.
“Your name is Freya?” She asked a question while she stared at the young man, making the latter feel like he was being targeted by a predator.
“Y-yes.” Freya answered.
“The results for your riding and sword skills are excellent.” She said in a low magnetic voice: “I have heard of your tale as well, but if you want to accomplish something, you had better leave sc.u.m — like this man here — behind.”
There was great disdain in her eyes as she spoke unreservedly.
The two of them looked blankly at her.
Sangany’s eyebrows frowned and he tried to refute subconsciously: “Miss Maynild, even though you are Madame’s—“
But his words were cut off by a metallic screech, and he felt his neck slightly colder. When the youth understood what happened, Maynild had actually jumped down from her horse and pulled out her sword, drawing it against his neck. Her actions were done in a single second, and he was left frozen with a gesture that he did halfway before it was finished.
“Have I given you permission to speak?” Maynild spoke in a chilly voice.
Sangany’s back was cold from sweat, but he did not reply because of his confusion.
“S-Sangany……”
“Your rank?”
“M-Miss Maynild, I—“
The sword in her hand pressed ever so slightly against his neck: “Ser.”
“S-Ser Maynild.” Sangany swallowed and answered with a stutter. “I’m a second year squire, I have no rank yet—“
He did not waste any more words, and used all his strength in his body to squeeze out the answer.
Maynild’s sword was sheathed back so quickly that the two of them could not see it done properly. She glared coldly at the youth who was cursing in his heart, then gave an order: “Then, soldier, I’m ordering you to shut your mouth—“
She finally looked at Freya properly, then adjusted the latter’s collar which was a little crooked from cleaning up the battlefield. She patted her arms and said softly: “Remember my advice, it won’t harm you—“
Freya was also in a state of confusion with quick thoughts swirling through her head
[Should I thank her? She was really amazing with her sword. Can I be someone like her? Perhaps someday…..]
============ Princess Gryphine POV ============
“Who is she?” The half-Elven princess asked the young man beside him. The scene where Maynild and Sangany exchanged words happened to fall into her eyes. She looked at Freya, finding that there was a sliver of familiarity.
“Madame Ida’s daughter. Duke Rhun is her uncle. She’s quite talented and an ardent supporter of the royal crown. We should be able to trust her.” Ser Benninger looked over to her direction and said.
Gryphine laughed at the silly response: “Are you exhausted, Benninger? We both know who she is. You even know she’s my close friend.”
“I apologize, my lady.” Benninger answered in embarra.s.sment.
“I’m talking about the other girl, do you recognize her? She looks familiar.”
“That’s Everton’s daughter—” A warm voice came from outside the carriage.
Gryphine was slightly surprised, but her light silver eyes immediately shone with delight.
“Oberbeck?” She spoke softly.
A laugh came from the outside. “Yes, your highness. It seems that I am late.”
TL: One thing I want to keep in mind. Anyone close enough to the princess and is a male knight, I’ll use ‘My lady’ instead of your highness.
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