Common Sense of a Warrior

It’s coming……

Today as well, I was undergoing training.

What was unlike the usual was precisely the man that I was currently facing.

At the very least, it was a face that I was seeing for the first time within the premises of this Anderson Marquis residence.

……it seems that within the youths of the Knight"s Order, he was being called their hope, and was a person whose future was highly antic.i.p.ated.

He possessed a sharp and fast swordsmanship that fit his reputation.

I understood that every time we crossed blows, I was gradually being pressured more and more.

While I was hurrying, I stepped in too deep and conversely ended up falling into the opponent"s pace. Finally, my sword was. .h.i.t away.

"……that"s it! The winner is Donaldy!"

The referee"s order reverberated.

I unintentionally bit my lips in chagrin.

"……I heard that you were General Gazelle"s prized child and was looking forward to it, but……in the end, you"re only at this level, huh."

As if he were spitting it out, my opponent……Donaldy spoke.

"Don"t misunderstand. It is only because you were close in age to Gazelle-sama"s daughter that you were selected to be her guard, and because of that duty, you were able to receive instructions from Gazelle-sama himself. It does not change the fact that you are a commoner and it is also unpleasant that someone like you is thick-faced enough to undergo training in this Anderson Marquis House."

After he said that and left the arena, I was unable to say anything in return.

Honestly, I wanted to ask, who is that prized child? – And had plenty of things that I wanted to retort about.

However, his words pierced my chest.

I couldn"t deny the fact that I was blessed by the environment that I had been born into.

After all, when I first started to learn how to use the sword, I was able to receive teachings from General Gazelle, who was the country"s long-admired hero. Something that countless soldiers on active duty and knights desired, but were unable to get, was something that I received as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

That was probably something that couldn"t be done unless I had been blessed.

It was embarra.s.sing.

It was mortifying.

I may have, without realizing it, become haughty.

……I thought that I had become stronger.

I thought that I had become stronger, and had begun to be recognized by those around me.

When I was receiving training in the Anderson Marquis territory, the att.i.tude of those from the Army that were undergoing the same training softened towards me. And that was how I took it to be*.

*T/N: As in, she thought their att.i.tude changed because she was being recognized.

However, in reality it probably wasn"t like that.

It was simply because I was my father"s daughter.

That was the reason why.

Presently in the Capital, where my ident.i.ty was unknown, even now when I underwent training, the surrounding gazes were still harsh and I was unable to win against the man called Donaldy.

……I began to feel that it wasn"t just that their att.i.tude soften up, but that my sparring opponents also could have been going easy on me.

My thoughts rapidly began to spiral into a bad direction……however, I couldn"t possibly cry here, so I hardened my mind.

And then, I endured it until the training ended, and the moment it finished……I went out to town.

I did not want to cry at home.

I couldn"t cry.

I didn"t want my father, my brother, Granny, or anyone to find out.

Not about the fact that I cried, but the reason why.

It might be a tiny bit of pride, but I did not have the courage to wound it any further.

Translator Comments:

Grr……how dare you make our Melly cry! d.a.m.n you, Donaldy! You’re just jealous that Melly is cute and strong! As punishment, I’m not even gonna try to think of a better way of writing  your name! You can stay as a knock-off Donald Duck! Hmph hmph!