A Narrow-Eyed Nobleman Is Always Misunderstood

Episode 166 – Everyone has a plausible plan

A peaceful day was beginning as usual at Noblesse Academy.

There were many students who got out of bed even before the sun rose, put on light and comfortable sportswear, and began their day with training in open and spacious places such as training grounds and playgrounds.

Among them, there were people who practiced the weapons they used, and there were also people who started training with jumping steps to train their bodies prior to training weapons.

In contrast to this, people in the undergraduate department who mainly use their brains would come out of the library only when the sun rose.

There were people who yawned and stretched, probably because they couldn’t overcome sleepiness, but no one blamed them.

This was because each of them had a different way of spending the morning, but they were doing their best in their respective seats.

Adalbert also started the day by waking up early in the morning, holding his sword in his hand and swinging lightly.

He used to say that ‘dessert is always delicious whether you sweat or not’, so he didn’t pick up a sword in the morning like he said.

For someone like Adalbert who has gone beyond the level of an expert and reached the level of a master, it was a situation where training was virtually meaningless.

The way a person who has reached the master’s level can become stronger than before by going through actual battles or gaining experience through sparring, which is like real battles.

In the end, it could be said that you grow through the experience of holding a weapon or using your body to fight against opponents.

Adalbert learned swordsmanship from his father and his own talent.

And he was slowly growing even though he reached the level of an Auror Master based on the experience he had accumulated while working as a mercenary.

However, after being mortally wounded by an unknown monster he encountered during practice, Adalbert began to wield his sword every morning.

Although he had risen to the level of a master, the fact that he was nearly killed by his opponent came as quite a shock to him.

And most of all, he was able to see with his own eyes how strong his father, who had risen to the level of sword master before him, was.

Adalbert learned that his father had won the battle against the monster that had mortally wounded him.

And in the process, his father won the victory by unleashing a unilateral attack without ever taking an effective hit from him.

Adalbert asked his father.

How can I catch up with his father’s strength?

‘If you want to become stronger, sharpen your family swordsmanship. No matter how high you reach a level thanks to your innate talent, it is useless if your body and skills don’t keep up with you.’

Count Maydern readily answered his son’s question.

The family swordsmanship that Count Meidern was talking about was the vision passed down from the sword master, ‘Tarun’.

Poke.

Horizontal cut.

A vertical cut.

The basic swordsmanship, stabbing, horizontal, and vertical slashing, was composed of only three techniques, which were the components of the Maydern style, which could be said to be the vision of the Maidern family.

The swordsmanship of the Maidern family did not become stronger or weaker depending on the number of skills.

The important thing was who cast the skill.

If someone who had just started swordsmanship cast this skill, he would just stab and slash.

However, the sword wielded by Count Meidern, who had learned swordsmanship from Tarun, had a mysterious power.

It was similar to an aura, but different from an aura, it was a power of a different dimension.

‘You must be practicing swordsmanship. Then my master will visit you. It seems he liked you.’

Count Meidern left Noble Academy after telling Adalbert that his master would visit him soon, along with some advice on his swordsmanship training.

“Whoa… ….”

To be honest, Adalbert did not fully master the skills his father showed him.

Adalbert felt acutely that the skills his father had cast were not created through practice.

It was a skill that was being refined while fighting against opponents stronger than oneself in real battles.

It took more than bone-breaking effort.

‘Practice this technique is like grinding a large iron club with a whetstone to make a very thin and sharp needle.’

Can you imagine making a needle by grinding a large iron rod that is difficult for a person to lift with one hand with a whetstone?

No matter how good the whetstone was, it would be much faster to remelt an iron rod to make a needle than to grind a large iron rod into a needle.

Earl Maydern’s words meant that it would take a lot of time and effort to train that skill and make it one’s own.

Adalbert never forgot to practice swordsmanship every day after that.

Once again, Adalbert, who regained his original intention and practiced swordsmanship, was growing little by little every day.

‘Shall I go in?’

Confirming that the morning sun had risen to some extent, Adalbert returned the wooden sword he had borrowed from his training ground and left the training ground.

The sun began to rise over the mountains in the distance, so it was time to go back to the dormitory, wash up, and start my morning schedule.

Just when Adalbert was about to turn and walk toward the dormitory.

“Wait a minute.”

Helen appeared and stretched out her hand to block his path.

“Hmm? You are obviously… Was it Helen of the Agnes family?”

“Right. You remembered my name.”

She let out a sigh of relief that Adalbert recognized her.

“By the way… What have you been doing to me since early morning? If… ….”

“I-I’m not here to do anything weird! Please don’t misunderstand me!”

Helen struggled to deflect Adalbert’s gaze, which seemed to doubt her, and she recalled her purpose for coming here.

‘No matter what, I must stop Mr. Adalbert from entering El-Romed!’

To El-Romed, the character of Adalbert Rainmed was a person who had caused great damage to them.

In the hundreds of years since the organization was formed, no one has done so much damage in such a short period of time.

However, the White Reaper was the one who ruined all the plans that El-Romed’s comrades had risked their lives for.

In the first place, El-Romed had no reason to accept him.

What if the executive committee introduced Adalbert to the people of El-Romed?

‘Adalbert-san’s true identity will certainly be revealed, and if that happens, someone will inevitably get hurt there.’

She didn’t care much about the deaths of the people of El-Romed.

The only thing she cared about was Adalbert.

It didn’t matter how many of El-Romed’s delusions died.

However, it was unacceptable to her that Adalbert, who had helped her, be harmed by El-Roméd’s delusionists.

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She wasn’t mean enough to watch the person who helped her get into her plight.

That’s why I deliberately told the executive committee member of Adalbert’s identity to neutralize his recruiting attempt.

But she never dreamed that it would lead to an assassination attempt on Adalbert.

This was the same as saying that Helen couldn’t accurately grasp the kind of person Damran, who was acting as a member of the executive committee, was.

Anyway, she may have done it with good intentions, but it was unclear what the consequences would be for Adalbert.

“Well, since you are so vehemently denying it, I will move on, but more than that, why did you bother to come all the way to find me at this time?”

“So, that’s it… ….”

When Helen tried to explain to Adalbert why she had come here, she couldn’t stop.

How should I explain it, so that this person accurately understands my intentions?

How can I say this, lest this person misunderstand me?

She

She was the girl who had been simulated dozens of times in her head, but when she got into the real world, she couldn’t think of what to say.

“I will go if I have nothing more to say.”

“Wait a minute! Have you met someone in the library in the middle of the night not too long ago?”

As Adalbert passed her, Helen, in her urgency, mentioned her work in her library that day.

“How do you know that?”

“That, that… ….”

At the words that came out of Helen’s mouth, Adalbert tilted her head slightly and smiled.

“This is amazing. You didn’t seem to be there then, so how do you know I met someone in the middle of the night?”

Adalbert smiled and walked slowly toward Helen.

“I was curious and asked… Why are you not answering my question?”

His actions put a lot of pressure on her Helen and weighed her down.

Helen, crushed by Adalbert’s momentum, didn’t answer, she just stared at his face.