Chapter 36 (1/2)

Translator: La0o9  Editor: La0o9

“Daughters are useless, especially when they’re not even beautiful!”

This was said by the one she called ‘father’, a statement that left a deep impression in the mind of the young Tesa.

She was the result of a one-night stand between her merchant father and her powerless civilian mother. After a natural disaster occurred, her mother had no choice but to bring her 6-year-old self and seek out her father who wanted nothing more than to climb the ranks of society.

In the end, her mother had to become a lowly worker in his merchant caravan in order to stay. Her father was barely interested in keeping them there. He had the same indifference that most merchants had, they only focused on whether or not they could earn a profit. Even if it was a woman with whom he shared a night of pleasure, even if she carried his blood-related daughter, he only gave them affection when they could bring him certain benefits.

Tesa grew up in her father’s merchant caravan. No matter how hard her mother worked for them, all she ever received were sneers and ridicule. Even if Tesa was angry, she understood the fact that women were only men’s dependants in this world. Those without sufficient strength would never be recognized by others.

She then did her best to study and learn what she could, gradually becoming an important figure in the merchant caravan, even those who used to sneer and look down at her called her ‘young lady’.

Perhaps she inherited her father’s traits, or perhaps because of her own experiences when she was little, Tesa didn’t know when to stop. Every moment of every day, she would either be actively working to improve herself, or looking for an opportunity to do so.

She saved up money and hired an old mercenary to teach her swordsmanship, but during the very first day, that old mercenary mercilessly showed her that a woman’s strength was naturally inferior to that of men. Because of that, no matter how much effort she put into this, she would not achieve much in the end.

The change to all of this was when the caravan arrived in Reystromia. Seeing her chance, she left the caravan without hesitation and chose to become a Crowmen. This was how she was, a person that took every opportunity she could.

Comoros is dead, the forces in Reya will soon change. At this juncture, only by showing one’s talent and contributing greatly would there be a chance to rise even further.

Being a Crowmen is definitely not the end of my journey!

Tesa glanced at her rapier, now soaked in blood and [Black Crow] germs, took a stance and stared closely at her opponent, Chris.

When she became a Crowmen, she chose to implant the [Black Crow] germs into her hands. This made it so that her grip was strong and stable, raising her swordsmanship to an incredible level. The old mercenary who predicted that she would not achieve much was now unable to receive even a single one of her strikes.

“Defeating you will be my opportunity to rise, and I will take that opportunity no matter what!” Tesa brandished her rapier and stabbed straight at Chris’ nose and mouth with lightning-fast speed and precision: “Chris, your strength comes from your [Respiratory Art], and thus so will your downfall!”

“That sword is soaked with that black substance. It would definitely not end well if I were to be struck with that sword!” Chris sensed his surrounding rhythm and quickly avoided Tesa’s frenzied barrage of stabs.

“Right at this moment, Metal Rhythm!” Chris took a deep breath and closed the pores on his hands, they even gleamed almost like metal. He clamped the rapier with great accuracy and broke it with both hands. He then shifted his body and moved in closer to Tesa, throwing a punch at her without hesitation.