I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

Even as a powerful knight, Aimee was exhausted from losing control of her emotions twice, and the feeling of peace of mind made her sleepiness even stronger.

"It's great to meet you, Bennett."

Aimee fell asleep with her arms around Bennett's neck. Bennett kissed her forehead gently, helped Aimee pull the quilt up, and fell asleep too.

The next day, Bennett got up again, holding his waist. Aimee was obviously exhausted last night and hadn't gotten up yet. It was a good thing that she didn't get up, at least Bennett didn't want her to get up now, because Sera, with a smile on her face, was sitting beside the bed.

Bennett didn't dare to get up and dress, for he was afraid of waking up the sleeping Aimee. As for why, did he need a reason?

Bennett blinked at Sera frantically, wanting her to go out first. Sera also blinked, showing no intention of leaving.

"Can you please go out first?"

Bennett tried to keep his voice down, but Sera had no intention of doing so.

"Oh? I'm here to bring you breakfast. Otherwise, it would be bad if the soldiers delivering the breakfast saw this, don't you think, Aimee?"

Bennett's heart paused for a second, but Aimee's movements did not stop. She hugged Bennett's neck from behind, put his earlobe in her mouth, kicked the quilt over, and the two entangled bodies appeared in front of Sera.

Bennett struggled, but he was just a mage after all.

Sera looked at the two of them with interest, straightened her back, twisted her hips, Aimee's silver teeth clenched, and her hands unconsciously exerted force, and Bennett felt that his neck was about to be broken.

Fortunately, Aimee still had her wits about her shoulders and let go of Bennett. Sera had no intention of letting Bennett go. She glanced in front of Aimee and asked curiously, "Who do you think he likes more?"

The veins on Aimee's forehead popped up instantly, and she said coldly: "It's definitely not you, right, Bennett."

Bennett felt a small hand reaching out to his waist. He wanted to say something, but Sera had already spoken first.

"That's not what he said when he made love to me."

After saying that, he didn't give me time to explain and just walked away in a cool manner, twisting his waist.

She left in style, but Bennett was miserable. Not only was his waist pinched bruises, but he was also forced to do morning exercises.

Finally, Aimee left the tent refreshed, and Bennett lay on the bed with weak legs.

The expedition will begin tomorrow, and the soldiers are beginning to return to the barracks one after another.

"Where's Sierra's tent?"

"over there."

Aimee looked at the medium-sized military tent in front of her. This was not the treatment a Saber Knight deserved. Compared with Kenny's, it was like a toilet.

Lifting the curtain, Sera was maintaining her armor, and the smell of animal fat filled the tent.

"My little apprentice is here."

"You still know that I am your apprentice."

Sera put down the black shoulder armor that had been oiled in her hand, wiped a piece of grease with a cloth, picked up the arm Kai and wiped it again.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"What should I say?"

"What's the point of following him like this?"

"I can go to his house and call mom and dad."

Bennett won't take Aimee to live with his parents, but he can take Sierra.

Aimee is aristocrat, Bennett is not.

"You haven't taught me in a long time."

Sera put down the half-maintained arm armor and turned to look at Aimee. Aimee was not to be outdone and stared straight at Sera.

"You can't win."

"I know."

"Let's go to the open space then."

"To the parade grounds."

"Open space, so that people won't laugh at you."

Before Aimee could respond, Sera walked out.

Open space outside the city.

"When I first met you, you were still so small that you couldn't even lift a heavy sword. Now you can wield such a long sword with flying colors."

"You taught me well."

Aimee got into position, sword in front of her, and approached Sera step by step.

"What's this pose? Are you kidding me?"

Sera stood casually, twirling a stick in her hand, her eyes never leaving Aimee's feet and shoulders.

Aimee ignored Sera's provocation, kept a good distance, swung the blade forward in a feint, and took a step forward quickly.

Sera stepped back and turned sideways, raised her hand and swept the stick across Aimee's wrist, and the knife fell to the ground with a clang.

"You've learned to be smarter. You didn't charge straight at me like before. But that's all. Learn to relax. Learn to relax. The tip of the knife is shaking when you hold it. Your shoulders are already tense before you even start fighting. Your feet change direction before you even move your legs. That's not what I taught you, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense and continue."

Aimee gritted her teeth, and with trembling hands, she reluctantly picked up the knife, and got into position again. Her eyes were slightly red, and she stared at the stick in Sera's hand. This time, she held the knife with one hand, dragged the knife behind her, and hid her hand behind her.

Sera still stood there casually, swinging the stick in her hand up and down as if hitting something, her eyes still scanning Aimee's shoulders and feet.

Aimee wanted to take a step forward and swing the knife with her backhand, then change her hand to stab forward, but unfortunately, before her foot touched the ground, she was almost hit on the knee by Sera's stick. She hurriedly retracted her foot, and the knife had already hit the stick that Sera swept downwards, breaking it into two pieces, but a big foot had already kicked her in the face.

Looking at Aimee who fell to the ground and struggled to get up, Sera sighed.

"That's enough, you can't beat me."

Aimee didn't answer Sera. She wiped her face and tried to get into position again, but Sera came in front of her almost instantly and swept down with the half-broken stick mercilessly.

It was over. The long knife that was thrown out by Sera Pi was stuck not far away. The knife was called Rose, but it could not bring hope.

"Do I really have no hope of becoming a God-given knight?"

"You have very little talent."

“That’s a good knife.”

“You didn’t use it well.”

"Take it."

"what?"

"You take it. It's useless for me to hold it. You can protect Bennett with it."

Aimee stood up, dusted herself off, and looked up at Sera.

"30 years. I want Bennett for 30 years. You can't take the initiative to find him during these 30 years."

"He's looking for me?"

"I do not care."

Sera pulled the knife from the ground. The 1.6m blade was a long blade for Sera who was 190cm tall, but it was not suitable for Aimee who was 170cm tall.

"This is something Bennett designed especially for you."

"Yeah, he doesn't know anything and likes to act on his own."

"Don't you feel bad?"

"What he gave me is much better than this knife."

As he said this, he threw the scabbard to Sera, who took the scabbard, returned the knife, and put it on her back.

"God-given, God-given. If God is truly merciful, then hard work will definitely be rewarded. Aimee, if you work harder, there will be a glimmer of hope for the future."

"I don't care whether God loves me or not, but Bennett loves me. I don't want to grasp God's gift. I want to love what I want at the best age."

Aimee was taught by Sera herself. She was a 14-year-old extraordinary knight. When she was promoted to a holy sword, she would be estimated to be 40 years old. Her hope was really slim.

Looking at Aimee in the distance, Sera suddenly felt a little lonely. Is a long life really a good thing?

Forget it, we have little Bennett anyway, right?

Sera turned and walked towards the woods. She couldn't wait to test the knife.

At noon, Serra returned to the camp carrying a bear on his back. Amid the cheers and jokes of the soldiers, he skinned the bear and gave it to the confused Bennett.