Chapter 7 (1/2)
And so the people gathered around them snickered, the sound ‘Pfft’ beginning to escape from them. Some of them whispered ‘You can tell from their faces he’s clearly not the father.’ The man’s face flushed red at the comment.
“Dammit all…!”
Almost as soon as he swore, Kynemeia felt her vision rising higher.
“…?!”
No one could prevent the man from hefting Kynemeia on his shoulder, and he sped off at full tilt.
“Eh?!”
‘He’s kidnapping me?! Like this? So recklessly?’
“Eian—!”
‘Rikasha! Eian Krosch! Where did my bodyguard go off to!’
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‘Gyaaaaa!’
Even as she was in the throes of astonishment due to the abrupt abduction attempt, the backdrop started to blur rapidly.
‘Why is he so speedy?!’
‘Where did Eian go?’
She scoured the surroundings far and wide, but she couldn’t detect any black hair at all.
‘He couldn’t have abandoned me, could he?’
No, maybe…! At the hair-raising thought, her hands and feet went cold.
‘Wasn’t he actually lying when he said he doesn’t bear a grudge towards me?
‘Doesn’t he actually harbour a grudge that nobody knows against Grandfather, or Mother, or Father because of something?!
‘No, but still, he shouldn’t have abandoned a person on the streets!’
She flailed her legs and arms furiously, but the man didn’t even bat an eye and simply kept on carrying her calmly as he raced.
… Leaves me no other choice but to use this. Kynemeia held in her tears and rolled up her sleeves. When the lengthy incantation encircling her wrist became exposed, she promptly invoked the enchantment contained in it.
CRACKLE!
“Aaaack!”
His body having been struck by an electric shock, the man fell unconscious and collapsed. Kynemeia managed to break free from him and rolled herself away. She braced her back against the wall with a tearful expression.
“… Ow ow ow.”
She rubbed on her bottom, but then the man regained his senses and yelled,
“What on earth did you do?!”
“Right back at you! Do you know how painful it is to carve in enchantment?”
Usually, high-ranked nobles would have one or two enchantment spells engraved in them to protect themselves. Even though they were oh so very expensive and oh so very painful, they weren’t all that effective and so they were being consigned to oblivion. Nevertheless, they were serviceable during emergencies.
Like now for example.
“You’re really getting ahead of yourself. This cheeky imp…!”
The incensed man stretched out a hand. Tch! Kynemeia glared at the guy and made her way across to grab a long pole planted nearby on all fours.
‘What the, it’s a broomstick!’
She shook her head thinking that it couldn’t be helped, propped her weight onto the broomstick and stood up.
“I said stay in your place!”
As the scoundrel raised his voice, she slinked from beneath his reach and spun the broomstick around before pushing it against the man’s solar plexus.
“You’re the one who should stay in your place.”
Unlike before, the scoundrel recoiled under the subdued atmosphere.
“Don’t move. A stab to your solar plexus will be horribly painful.”
“Haha… Gosh… This tiny imp sure likes to make things difficult.”
But contrary to his words, the geezer couldn’t move easily. Kynemeia focused on the fellow’s eyes and arm muscles. Taking into account the fact that she was only wielding a broomstick and their vast contrast in strength, all will be over if she got caught.
“Let’s just go quietly. Yeah?”
When the man was about to snatch the broomstick away, Kynemeia twisted her hand in a fluid motion to land a solid strike on his inner wrist.
BAM–!
“Ouch!”
Once again, she hit his solar plexus with the broomstick.
“You…!”
Kynemeia chuckled.
“My mom wasn’t a run-of-the-mill swordswoman, you know.”
This was swordsmanship taught by the empire’s hero herself.
‘It was a very early education…’
While declaring ‘Our daughter doesn’t possess mana, so she should at least learn swordsmanship,’ Irea taught her how to hold a sword before she could even start walking.