Don't even think about escaping

At night, Princess Lingsha sat in the pavilion, drinking tea and enjoying the cool air.

She enjoyed the quiet and secluded atmosphere.

In the Kingdom of Ling, she was the youngest princess and the king's darling.

Her parents, older siblings, and everyone doted on her, wanting to hold her in their hands and protect her.

Even the servants around her fawned over her to the extreme.

But precisely because of this, she felt she had no private space at all, and there were always people following her around, afraid that something might happen to her.

So she went to the Royal Academy.

The Royal Academy emphasizes equality for all, so students are prohibited from bringing servants onto campus.

Furthermore, since the Royal Academy belongs to the Holy Emperor Kingdom, which is the strongest human nation, the possibility of the Spirit Kingdom placing its servants there is eliminated.

Princess Lingsa was finally able to leave the cage of the palace and come to a new environment to enjoy life on her own.

She has no complaints about her current life at the academy.

She also gets along well with the other girls in her class.

If I had to say something, it would be this:

"How annoying."

Princess Lingsha wrinkled her little nose.

The thought of that guy made her furious.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone around her tried to please her, and no one ever raised their voice in front of her.

Not to mention mocking her for being stupid.

"Damn lowly mortals."

He was just a lowly commoner, yet he dared to speak rudely to her.

Moreover, that annoying person didn't target anyone else, only bullied me.

Princess Lingsa knew that the other party was only teasing her verbally and had not taken any actual action.

But she was still angry.

Just thinking about that smirking face of the other person makes me want to get angry.

What's even more infuriating is that that guy actually got better grades on his midterm exams than me!

Now the other person can call me an idiot with even more confidence.

"I was clearly fifth place too, so why are you calling me an idiot!"

Princess Lingsha pouted and muttered.

Now, whenever she closes her eyes, half the time she thinks about chatting and laughing with the girls in her class.

The other half of the time, I was thinking about arguing with that annoying person.

Although over this period of time, she has come to realize that the other person is not entirely useless; at least their serious attitude towards life and studies has slightly changed her opinion of them.

But it was only a tiny bit, really only a tiny bit.

It was only about the size of a grain of rice.

Humph.

Princess Lingsa held the teacup and elegantly took a sip of tea.

Looking up into the distance, you can see the academy's training hall.

The training hall was still lit up at the time. I heard that Rogge would go to the training hall to practice until closing time almost every night.

However, Princess Lingsa certainly didn't come here to see him.

It just so happens that this pavilion is nearby.

That's what I was thinking.

Suddenly, the lights in the training hall went out.

Princess Lingsha looked over curiously.

But Rogge walked out of the training hall with a smug look on his face.

At the same time, there was another person with him.

She is the Holy Race Sword Maiden.

Fiora is usually even less sociable in class than Rogue.

Rogge usually has Ira as his follower, and he also interacts with others and exchanges a few words with them.

Fiora completely ignored everyone.

Even when facing the Third Prince, she never gave him a kind look.

However, at this moment, Fiora was walking side by side with Rogue.

The atmosphere was completely different from usual.

"Huh?"

Princess Lingsha was stunned.

……

This is Rogge's fifty-first victory.

"What a pity, Fiora, our score so far is 51-0."

Rogge smiled and looked down at the Holy Race Sword Maiden.

"To be honest, I feel a little sorry for you. I hope you can break the zero mark soon, but unfortunately, I won't go easy on you."

"..."

The Holy Sword Maiden remained expressionless and silent, as always.

However, Roger had observed her for so many days that he had already reached a level of meticulousness.

Rogge could tell at a glance that Fiora was in a bad mood.

Her mood worsened, especially after he mocked her.

Roger chuckled inwardly.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, the two are basically evenly matched.

With just his basic swordsmanship, it was already his limit to remain undefeated against the Sword Maiden.

His 51-game winning streak wasn't due to his swordsmanship, but rather because he exploited Fiora's biggest weakness.

They're taking advantage of the fact that Fiora can't speak.

As a mahjong enthusiast, Roger has a million reasons to win.

He drew with Fiora without eating, and then won.

Successfully forced Fiora to take a half step back, and you won.

Leave a tiny nick in Fiora's sword, and you win.

There's nothing you can't win if you put your mind to it.

On the other hand, Fiora had no choice but to suffer in silence, holding back her anger and wanting to defeat Rogue head-on. If she couldn't defeat him, she would have to obediently accept Rogue's punishment.

The result was that the more they fought, the more they lost, and the more they lost, the more they fought.

They ultimately achieved a remarkable record of fifty-one consecutive losses.

"What should I ask you to do this time?"

Roger stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Last time I asked you to make me a midnight snack, I almost got poisoned by your awful cooking and ended my life prematurely. In the end, I had to cook for you myself, and you ended up enjoying it."

"The last time I asked you to massage my shoulders and back, you almost broke my arm. It was really dangerous."

"And even earlier, I asked you to treat me to a meal, and after we finished eating, you told me you had no money."

"So besides swordsmanship, what else can you do?"

Rogge looked at Fiora.

"……have no idea."

"The Fiora said in a muffled voice."

All you can do is say you don't know.

Roger shook his head.

He pondered for a moment, then sighed helplessly.

"As a human being, can't you just make the most of your initiative? If this keeps up, won't I end up losing everything?"

Rogge gritted his teeth and glared at the Sword Maiden with a serious expression.

"Since you don't know anything, I'll have to go back to my old ways and give you a hands-on tutorial."

"?"

Fiora tilted her head, finally showing some reaction.

Rogge didn't care about anything else, and directly grabbed the swordswoman's wrist, heading towards the academy's activity building.

"Massage, cooking, tea ceremony, music, dance, art, etiquette... there's so much for you to learn! Listen carefully, I won't spoil you at all."

"Our goal is to train you into a world-class Holy Race maid!"

"The day you graduate is the day you pay your tuition."

"Don't even think about escaping."

Rogge was rambling on and on, while the Holy Sword Maiden looked at him with a blank expression.

Let Roger pull her away.

The activity building is located near the student dormitory, and the entire building contains various types of activity rooms.

There are quite a few people during the day, but now that it's late at night, all the lights in the activity room are off.

Rogge took Sword Princess directly to the communal kitchen.

There are still some leftover ingredients in the kitchen, which we can use.

"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, so let's start with cooking."

Not long after, a series of clattering and banging noises came from the kitchen, interspersed with Roger's reprimands.

"As expected of Fiora, your swordsmanship is quite good... but your steps are completely wrong."

"Don't throw it in directly, put some oil in the pan first to heat it up."

"You can't even tell the difference between sugar and salt? If you can't, try tasting them with your tongue."

"With so much salt, who are you trying to kill with the savory taste?"

"Holy crap, if you add too much salt, just dilute it with water. What's with adding sugar?"

"...You're so annoying."

"Wow, I didn't know you could say other things. I'm annoyed because you're stupid. If you don't want me to be annoyed, you'd better do something better."

After much effort, the Holy Swordswoman finally presented a stew that looked somewhat presentable.

Roger took a bite and could only say that it was barely edible enough to kill someone.

"It seems we still have a long way to go..."

"..."

The Holy Clan Sword Maiden ate silently.

In the end, the two of them finished the stew together.