Common Sense of a Warrior Chapter 16

The Grim Reaper has come…

……and then after receiving rushed lessons, I somehow managed to give the appearance of having learned manners and headed towards the Capital.

On my feet were shoes with low heels.

My hair already had extensions attached to it, and I was, unusually, wearing a skirt.

I’ve become able to drink tea quietly, and if the conversation is brought my way, somehow able to answer it, but any practice that extends past that……rather, time-wise it was impossible to have any further lessons.

The manners of nobility are deep and profound. Though it’s a little late for it that is my impression of them.

While I was thinking about that, the carriage shook.

Just how many years has it been since I last rode a carriage?

Although lately I have been practicing horseback riding within the premises of our mansion.

And as I considered such vague thoughts, before I knew it, we had exited the Anderson territory.

“……such peaceful scenery.”

Come to think of it, lately I haven’t been able to enjoy the scenery……I murmured while thinking.

24 hours a day, all I thought about was how to get stronger, and in reality, I spent every day without paying attention to anything but that.

It’s as if I was possessed. Though it’s only now that I feel that.

If mother was alive, then I probably would be going down a completely different path.

……that’s probably right.

I’m sure I would’ve graduated from being a tomboy, and while it wouldn’t be rushed……as a true girl of nobility, there’s no doubt that around this time I’d be undergoing regular practice.

As I imagined such a ‘what-if’ world, I laughed.

“……w-what seems to be the matter?”

When we advanced a little further from that point, suddenly, the speed of the carriage quickened.

In front of me, Granny asked that with an anxious voice.

“Granny, be quiet.”

Feeling that auras of our guard escorts had changed, I promptly silenced Granny’s mouth.

Even without asking, I understood that something had happened.

Because the auras of the guard escorts were tingling with bloodthirst.

While I don’t know who the opponent was, right now there were people attacking us.

As proof, when I checked the situation outside, I started to hear the familiar sound of swords clashing from a distance.

“……Granny, calm down.”

I soothed Granny, who was trembling in front of me.

……it can’t be helped.

There probably isn’t anyone who wouldn’t be scared when someone suddenly attacks them.

However, my heart was strangely calm.

Instead, in order to calm my excitement, I grasped my sword tightly.

Judging from the presences, the number of enemies was high.

From the bottom of my heart, I was glad that I asserted that I’d be uneasy if my sword wasn’t left close by at hand like this.

Softly opening the curtain, I looked outside from the window.

While the each of the guard escorts were taking on their respective enemy opponents, a separate group of enemies was heading straight for this carriage.

And then, the moment one of them rudely opened the door.

I reflexively pulled out my sword at my fastest speed, and using that moment, cut off that man’s head.

Bushuu, a lukewarm red colour gushed out.

The smell of iron enveloped the surroundings.

It really was reflexively.

Those movements that were driven into my body until they were deeply ingrained, were reproduced without change as I swung my sword without an ounce of hesitation.

In this situation were my life was on the line, I did not have the time to be hesitating.

Even though it was my first battle, I very simply took actions which would snatch away the lives of my opponents.

Momentarily, I looked at the man without a head in blank amazement.

Unlike what our house’s guards were wearing, the clothes on his body were crude.

When I inspected his head just in case, it was someone that I had never seen before.

……did I kill him?

When I thought that, a sense of nausea welled up from deep within my chest.

However, I soon returned to my senses, and straddled over the horse of the man who just died.

“What’s wrong! If all of you have learned from General Gazelle, then show me that even if you lose in numbers, you can still crush the enemy!”

When I injected some morale into the guards who were being suppressed by numbers, they glanced at me in surprise.

However, they soon made serious faces, and focussed on the opponents they were exchanging blows with.

I also tore off the hair extensions and threw them away as I prepared my sword.

Inhaling, I sunk into the depths of my consciousness, honing my senses.

Feel the opponent’s breathing.

Read the flow, and strike the openings.

And then, past the point between life and death, find the path to life……!

I spoke to the instinct that was at the depths of my consciousness.

My body moved according to my imagination so well that it felt good.

The sword that I had swung many thousands, many tens of thousands of times, moved as if it were a part of my body.

And as a sign of that, it continued to harvest the lives of my opponents with extreme ease.