Another Life, Another Me

90. The Sword

Ever since then, I've avoided using the sword, since there were too many unknown variables involved.

But now...

As I held the sword in my hands again, it felt as if though I were reuniting with an old, dear friend of mine...like it was a mistake that I had ever even attempted to forget this sword in the first place.

Truly, this sword was the perfect match for me.

"I'm jealous," a voice said from behind me.

I turned around to see my personal servant, Grey, with a few maids behind him.

A few of the maids were carrying a few refreshments that I assume were meant for me.

"You've been training since the crack of dawn. Aren't you tired, milady?" he asked as he ordered a few maids to pour me a cup of lemonade.

"I'm fine," I said as I wiped away a bit of sweat from my forehead with my sleeve.

"These days, you've been acting like you're running out of time, milady. Why?" Grey asked as he brought the glass of lemonade to me, which I gratefully accepted.

I took a sip of it before I answered him.

"I've been slacking too much lately. What will happen if I fall behind?"

"Milady, there's no need for you to spend so much of your time training. You are already leaps and bounds in front of the rest of your peers," Grey sighed.

"It's not enough," I murmured.

I knew exactly what it meant to be weak and I absolutely had no intention of returning to those days.

"If that's the case...would you care to have a little spar with me?" Grey asked with a wide, unreadable smile as he picked up an old wooden sparring sword.

"Huh?"

"It might not seem like it, milady...but I am quite skilled with the sword as well, you know. I'm just a bit...rusty. It's been a few years after all," Grey chuckled.

Grey was good with the sword?

Of course, I had no doubt in my mind that Grey was probably a sword prodigy of the highest caliber since he was a male lead, but...whenever we had practiced sword fighting when we were younger, Grey always seemed zoned out—as if he couldn't even bother to pay attention.

So I simply assumed that he wasn't interested in sword fighting.

"Are you sure? I thought you didn't like using the sword," I replied as I also picked up my own wooden sword, placing the dragon's sword safely away from me.

"Well...it's not like I don't like using them, milady. It's just that...whenever I hold a sword, bad memories tend to return to me," Grey said as his smile turned a bit bitter.

"..."

I've wondered this before but...why is it that Grey seems so lonely at times...?

As if he were always hiding a piece of his past away from all of us...

"In any case, would you care to take me up for a quick spar, milady?" Grey asked as he steered the conversation back on track.

"Of course. I'm a little curious to see how good you are," I nodded as I flicked the wooden sword in front of me a few times to get used to the difference in weight.

"I promise to not hold back, milady," Grey smiled as he straightened his posture as well.

"Don't worry. You won't be able to hold back even if you try," I said with a cheeky grin.