Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy-Chapter 20: The Busy Escort Knight

Hm......

True to her moniker of [ The Purple Knight ], Rachel’s purple hair cascaded down freely as the moonlight illuminated her frame.

As a child, she used to love the sunlight, but now she found solace in the night.

Her harsh life has etched darkness into her heart.

A teacher......

This afternoon Her Lord made an unexpected proposal to her,

This was the motive behind her restlessness.

Rachel swept her hand through her loosened hair.

Her mind had become as tangled as her disheveled mane.

How am I supposed to do that?

She had never taught anyone before.

Nor had she ever been taught by anyone as well.

Her journey began with a wooden sword, gifted to her after she had pestered her father for months.

For a long while she simply hacked the straw fields at random.

Rachel had never been properly instructed, however, she managed to survive the battlefields by cutting through anything that stood in her path, regardless of the method or fancy techniques.

I’ve never thought about taking in a student.

Starting from tomorrow she will be Her Lord’s teacher.

As Elden himself had admitted, he had many shortcomings.

So many that it was frustrating to see.

However,

Rachel didn’t have the confidence to articulate what those shortcomings were exactly nor what was needed to be done to fix them.

“Tsk.”

She didn’t even know what kind of a weapon would suit Her Lord, since he was someone who preferred using his fists.

Even the sword, her specialty, didn’t seem to suit Elden’s feral style.

Rachel then proceeded to go over a variety of weapons, be it a dagger, spear, axe, halberd, shield, bow, and so on.

But none of those seemed to suit him......

Sadly, hand-hand combat was not one of Rachel’s strong suits.

“Haaaa....”

Rachel let out a long sigh.

Whatever change of mind Her Lord went through to make him train didn’t seem to affect his troublesome side.

Whoosh-!

Opening her hand, she conjured a small flame.

A purple wisp that emitted a strong heat.

That was Rachel’s way of zoning out, she would simply stare at her purple flame while sorting out her mind.

From what she knew of Elden Raphelion, it was likely that he would give up this ‘training’ soon enough.

Her Lord was the type who enjoyed a lavish life, without ever knowing the meaning of effort.

He was a man who preferred the sins of the flesh over bettering himself, pleasure over achievement.

Someone who drowned himself in the short-term bliss granted by alcohol and women.

He wouldn’t be able to endure the long and narrow road of growth.

A man who didn’t even respect his parents was unlikely to accept a teacher’s scolding.

Rachel was sure that after a few failures, his pride wouldn’t allow him to continue.

That was the kind of man Elden Raphelion was.

Lately, though, he had been showing signs of an inexplicable change.

Could this also be one of those signs?

Since she had never feared him, whether he changed or not was of no concern to her, but for some reason, she felt a string of troublesome events would follow.

Whoosh.

Rachel found it hard to pull herself out of her thoughts, as the memories of slashing at straw in her past flickered in her mind like candlelight.

Furthermore,

《Hoh-. That’s quite the swing sweety! But shouldn’t you grip the handle a bit lower?》

A memory of her father, looking at her with warm eyes as he helped her train came to mind.

Perhaps in her father’s eyes, her ‘training’ was nothing more than child’s play. But if someone asked the [ Purple Knight ] who her teacher was, Rachel without a doubt would answer that it was her father.

Those moments of her childhood had been the driving force behind a woman’s actions who would one day earn her the moniker of [ The Purple Knight ].

Therefore, Rachel felt a strong sense of responsibility that came from the title of ‘Teacher’, further complicating her thoughts.

She couldn’t discount the possibility that, against all odds, her lessons might spark the joy and desire for self-growth.

Rachel always enjoyed giving her best.

Never once has she shied away from any task for the sake of her progress.

No matter the difficulty, she persevered.

Hardships and adversities were some of the best teachers life had, and she was a model student.

And at the end of her path, she had found respite in the sunny shade.

Whiling away without a care in the world.

Her prodigal skills in combat allowed Rachel to become a noble bodyguard, and due to the nature of her job, she was someone who spent a lot of time on standby, leading to moments of idleness.

Her honed spirit had become soft.

Perhaps this would be a good opportunity for her to sharpen her blade once more.

Rachel extinguished the purple flame in her palm as she rose from her seat by the window to stand before a mirror.

Her sensual figure, wrapped in a thick white nightgown was revealed by the moonlight.

Her graceful and voluptuous curves hinted at her mature beauty without any sort of imperfections.

After staring at herself in the mirror for a moment, Rachel lay on her bed and slept.

Next morning,

“Sword.”

“Axe.”

“Bow.”

“Spear.”

“Dagger.”

“Shield.”

“Halberd.”

Rachel stopped by the armory.

She ended up renting seven types of weapons.

Since she was unsure of what her disciple might favor, Rachel picked every type of weapon available.

This clearly baffled the clerk as he asked Rachel,

“Y-You’re...Renting all of these?”

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

“N-No, not at all. Just please write down the purpose of your rentals here, and I’ll get them for you.”

Rachel looked down at the form the clerk handed to her and wrote down the purpose with a fountain pen.

[Purpose: Training my employer.]

From her look, the clerk believed this training would be a ‘strict training’ rather than simply ‘training’.

As such, he couldn’t help but feel something intense was about to unfold while he watched the Knight walk away with all those weapons.

**

Knock, knock-.

-Come in.

Having arrived at the annex, Rendler opened the door with a knock.

He then called for Rachel, who was tying her hair in a ponytail.

“Rachel?”

“Yes.”

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“The Lord awaits you at training ground number six.”

“Understood.”

Finishing her ponytail, Rachel stood in front of a mirror and checked her appearance.

The female Knight detested looking unkempt.

Thus, she favored short hair, up to shoulder length, and would always tie it into a ponytail while performing her official duties.

As a Knight, even a 0.1-second obstruction to her vision could be the difference between life and death.

Nonetheless, her ponytail represented the minimal femininity she chose to possess.

In this man’s world, a female warrior must be willing to give up a lot to survive.

She had to work tenfold to overcome her inherent weakness, becoming an elite warrior in this world where women are scorned.

For Rachel, her ponytail represented the last bastion of her femininity.

Or perhaps, a lingering sentiment.

After tidying her hair, Rachel approached the small arsenal leaning against the wall.

Rendler, who was watching her, tried to guess what sort of weapon Rachel would choose for The Lord.

What kind of weapon would she recommend to their Lord?

Click.

Rachel slung the spear diagonally across her back.

Click.

Rachel strapped the halberd diagonally across the opposite to the spear.

Click.

Rachel slung the bow over her shoulder.

Click.

Rachel tucked the axe into her left waistband.

Click.

Rachel slid the dagger into her right waistband.

Click.

Rachel held the round shield in her left hand.

Click.

Rachel gripped the sword in her right hand.

“......?”

The sight of Rachel, armed with all the seven weapons, resembled a walking armory.

Seeing Rendler stare at her, Rachel asked him, puzzled.

“Is there a problem?”

“No...This old man is simply wondering if you are going to fight a war.”

“Ah.”

Looking towards the mirror, Rachel finally understood his confusion.

“I bought all of them because I wasn’t sure which one The Lord would pick.”

“I see. Well, be careful on your way then.”

“Yes. Then.”

With a light bow, Rachel set off towards the training ground where Her Lord awaited.

Clank-.

Clink-.

Following her steps, the sound of the arsenal reverberated in the distance.

**

Clunk, clank, clink-.

Rachel maintained her silence as she walked amidst the loud clanking sound.

She had endured the stench of death on battlefields, used broken swords as daggers, shaft-less spears as clubs, and wielded broken halberds like axes.

The only thing more numerous than corpses on a battlefield were the discarded weapons.

Rachel became proficient in numerous weapons as she fought for survival.

Her specialty was the sword; but as a self-taught Arcane Knight, she had also honed her magic to be unleashed through her weapon.

Clank, clunk-.

People gawked and murmured at the sight of the walking arsenal, but Rachel paid them no mind.

As she continued, the entrance to training ground number six appeared ahead of her.

And that’s when it happened.

Bang!

The door opened, and someone emerged from the training ground.

“?”

It was her Lord, Elden Raphelion, who appeared to be in a hurry for some reason.

Rachel stared at him as she opened her mouth.

“My Lord?”

“Oh, Rachel. Good, you’re here, let’s go.”

“May I ask where?”

Elden looked back at the training ground and smirked.

It was the relaxed smile of someone who had successfully planned a day of rest and healing.

“We’re taking a day off. Leave the training for tomorrow.”

“W-What?”

Stomp-.

After saying this, Elden rushed past Rachel, who could only watch his retreating figure with a feeling of disappointment.

She had barely slept due to her anticipation of today’s training.

Countless plans were drafted so she could perform the role of a teacher with utmost perfection.

The headache of trying to articulate what she had learned on the battlefields.

Although it was just postponed by a day, all her worries and concerns seemed to have been in vain.

“......”

Her Lord, unaware of her feelings rushed off, as if something had made his day.

“Ahh-. The weather is nice today~”

“......”

“Rachel? Aren’t you coming?”

“......I’m on my way, My Lord.”

Eventually, Rachel turned around and followed Elden.

Leaving behind an inexplicable sense of loss.

“Ah, and from tomorrow till the end of the Betrothal Contest, you will follow me everywhere.”

“Did something happen, My Lord?”

“Not yet no, but a wise person needs to prepare proper contingency plans for the unpredictable actions of Villains, you know?”

......Indeed they do.

Grumbled Rachel in her mind.