I Was Reborn as the Female Antagonist's Servant-Chapter 30 – Swordsmanship Training Room

Ten people were already staring at me with their mouths agape. One of them, who was holding a sword, dropped it, making a loud noise as it hit the concrete floor. The looks on their faces were filled with disbelief.

I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling a little uncomfortable under their stares. "Um... what’s wrong?"

"Wow... Bro! How did you do that?!"

"He did it alone, but he could open it!"

"Are you crazy?!"

Their sudden outburst echoed throughout the spacious room. I narrowed my eyes, becoming more confused about what was happening. I scrutinized some of them, until my gaze locked onto two familiar people—the twins. They seemed to be chatting happily together—the older brother wearing an annoyed expression while the younger one kept teasing him.

I approached the two of them. The gazes of the people followed the direction I was moving. A moment after arriving, I tried to greet them. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Hey—!"

They immediately looked at me. One of them—the one with bangs slanting diagonally to the right, Risshu—quickly hid behind his older brother, Risshun. From the face he was showing, Risshun seemed annoyed by his younger brother’s behavior. Meanwhile, his younger brother only scrutinized me with narrowed eyes, as if harboring a grudge against me.

I rubbed the back of my neck. It seemed I couldn’t talk to Risshu now, so I looked for another alternative, namely his older brother—Risshun.

"Hahaha... Um, Risshun."

He turned his head. His eyebrow was raised on one side. "What is it?" he said in a cynical tone.

This guy is so cynical even though he’s a Tsundere.

"Ahaha... I want to ask you something, is it okay? Because you’re the smartest and most skilled here, so I can only ask you..."

Well, using this technique should work on someone like him.

After hearing the brief compliment from me, Risshun’s chest was immediately puffed out. From his face that radiated self-pride, it made me know that my plan had succeeded.

"Hm~ hm~ hm~! You understand too, apparently! Feel free to ask anything, newbie!"

I glanced at the people behind me from my current point of view, before looking back at one of the twins who I was currently talking to.

"Well... I see the people here seem stunned to see me come in. What’s up with them?"

His fingers touched the bottom of his chin, his gaze looking in another direction as if thinking about something. "Em..." he looked at me. "Most likely they were shocked when you opened the door yourself. Because usually we enter and push it with at least two people. And for the people who can usually do it alone, it’s only Big Brother Fukuro and the Head Butler, and maybe now you’re added."

My eyes widened hearing that, looking at my hands afterwards. The only ones who can do it are those two and now there’s me? I clenched both of my hands tightly. Well, this is the result of my hard work when I was in the slave pen.

I looked back at him, looking around afterwards. For a moment I checked around, looking for where Big Brother Fukuro was. However, he was nowhere to be seen. And after I realized it, this room was too quiet when I first entered here. I shifted my gaze again to the person in front of me—Risshun.

"...By the way, Big Brother Fukuro, where is he? He told me not to be late, but he himself isn’t here yet."

The person in front of me widened his eyes slightly when he heard my words. He looked around, checking whether what I said was true or not. However, after he did that, he immediately turned his gaze back to me.

"You’re right. Usually he’s always here before we come in." His fingers touched his chin, then he bent over slightly. "Where is Big Brother Fukuro, huh? Do you know where he is?"

My eyes drooped slightly. I asked him because I don’t know, he’s the one asking me instead.

A moment after we talked about Big Brother Fukuro, my gaze was immediately shifted to his other twin who was hiding behind his older brother’s body. I tried to wave my hand with a smile, intending to greet him. However, instead of greeting me back with a smile as well, he hid even more behind his brother’s body.

My head tilted slightly. Why is he like that?

For a moment I paid attention to him, his expression became more and more fearful until he finally unleashed it on me.

"You... Don’t you think I lost to you, y-you!" He bit his fingernail. "If you hadn’t pushed me out of the arena at that time, I would have won for sure!"

Hearing what he said only confused me even more.

Pushing? When did I push—Ah.

I looked at my palm, which was trembling slightly. Was that my other self, like during the first fight...?

For some reason, strange events like this have started happening to me lately.

I don’t remember doing what he said... But he insists I pushed him... I stared more intently at my palm. It feels strange. As if my hand remembers something I don’t.

A few moments later, I reflexively looked back at him in front. They looked at me with their eyebrows raised on one side.

I cleared my throat a few times, trying to form a friendly face. "...What would you have done if I hadn’t pushed you?"

I have to distract him.

He looked at me in front. His gaze slowly narrowed hearing my question.

He clicked his tongue. "I would have done something I was thinking about."

"...?"

"That is, throwing my spear directly at your head."

My eyes widened. "...?!"

’He was really going to do that?!’

For some reason, after hearing that statement I was grateful that my body had pushed him out of the arena even though I didn’t realize it. If he hadn’t been pushed at that time, I don’t know what would have happened to me.

Maybe it’s worse than getting attacked by Big Brother Fukuro at that time.

I sighed in relief. Looking back at him in front. For a moment we stared at each other, until a loud banging sound—was heard from the big door.

"...?!"

"GOOD MORNING, ALL MY LITTLE BROTHERS!"

We reflexively turned our heads towards the sound. There, Big Brother Fukuro entered with a wide smiling face while walking calmly with a large sword on his shoulder. The sound of his armor clashing echoed loudly through the room. He moved three steps, then he stopped walking.

He suddenly raised his hand, then snapped his fingers. His smile widened even more, before the next sentence greeted us softly.

"Let’s start today’s training."