Chapter 7: 007. Academy (1)
"Phew..."
Arwen wiped a drop of sweat from her forehead and looked up at the sky. It was already the time when the sun was setting, and the whole world was being painted red. It was time for her to return to her main job as a maid. Thus, Arwen decided to conclude her training.
Accepting Veris's proposal, Arwen chose swordsmanship, not magic or spirit arts. Therefore, without needing to invite a teacher, Veris took on the role of teaching her.
...In fact, behind that choice was Arwen's quick calculation, but the exact reason was something no one knew except for Arwen herself.
Clap, clap.
"Indeed, Arwen learns quickly."
As Veris, who had been watching her practice with a sword in a state of ecstasy, clapped and praised her, Arwen bowed her head in response.
"I am still lacking."
"How humble."
As Veris approached her, who was still catching her breath, and offered her a towel, Arwen carefully accepted it.
Recently, whenever she faced her master, she felt a strange ticklish sensation. Even now, her heart was pounding oddly, and it was certainly not just from practicing swordsmanship.
However, that ticklish feeling was not entirely unpleasant.