The Kent family has a long history.

The Kent family was founded by an unknown man who built up merits with his sword during the chaotic era when the evil god was trying to destroy this land.

The Kent family, who has been training with swords for a long time as descendants of heroes, was second to none in being called a family of swordsmanship.

As a place that has held a sword for a long time, the Kent family’s territory is colored with things related to swords.

Various dojos that teach swordsmanship.

Forges that make swords.

In addition, various shops catering to those who repeatedly train.

The scenery of this place, which had to be visited at least once by any character related to swords, was not much different from what I remembered.

That means that all the settings that exist here are probably the same as in the game.

“…I hate teleportation.”

As I was admiring it, Frey came out of the door, shivering.

Even Frey, who is indifferent to most things, could not stand the turmoil in her stomach.

‘Let’s take a break for a moment…’

“Can’t you stand even this much? Sister Frey. You’re completely useless. What are you going to do? If you really ask, we can go after resting?”

“…No. It’s fine. Let’s go now.”

Frey, staggering, led me across the street.

‘Hey, Sister Frey…’

“Sister Frey. I haven’t heard that I have something to do yet. Don’t tell me you’re so stupid that you forgot what I asked you to do?”

What on earth are you trying to make me do by taking me to the Kent family mansion?

I really can’t predict it.

If the person in front of me wasn’t Frey, I would have predicted something based on the game’s settings, but this four-dimensional brat isn’t someone prediction works on.

Even I, a veteran player of the Soul Academy, have no idea what she’s thinking.

“Sparring.”

‘…What?’

“What?”

“We’re going to spar.”

Sparring? You drag me to your house to spar?

If it’s something like that, can’t we do it at the Academy’s training ground?

As I tilted my head, wondering if what Frey said was a joke or serious, the entrance to the Kent family mansion soon appeared.

“Young Lady. Who is the person next to you?”

The soldier guarding the gate blinked when he saw me standing next to Frey.

Does this person also know about Lucy’s infamy?

I, who was accustomed to making others afraid, just shrugged and didn’t say anything else.

Anything I said would only make the situation worse.

“This is Lucy. My friend.”

“Friend? You say?”

“Yes. Friend. Right?”

‘Yes. That’s right. Sister Frey.’

“If being clingy to Sister Frey is being a friend, then well. I can say it’s true.”

“How can this be! Young Lady brought a friend to the mansion instead of being a victim!”

It was me who was flustered by the soldier crying out.

Didn’t this person open their eyes because they were scared of me?

Were you just flustered, thinking Frey had caused trouble again?

…Strange? There’s no way someone wouldn’t know the infamy attached to the name Lucy?

“Sob! Please wait a moment! I’ll report this moving fact to the Family Head!”

I stared blankly at the soldier’s retreating back after wiping away tears, and I barely came to my senses when Frey patted my shoulder.

“Let’s go in.”

‘That person from just now…’

“The silly person from just now told you to wait, didn’t they? Did the stupid Sister Frey not understand that either?”

“It’s okay. There are no problems.”

No matter how I thought about it, it seemed like a lot of problems, but I couldn’t disobey Frey’s orders, so I stepped into the mansion, led by her.

“Oh my. Young Lady. What brings you here? And the person next to you. Huh? A friend? A friend?!”

“The Family Head’s efforts have finally paid off! Young Lady brought a friend!”

“Please take good care of our Young Lady! Young Lady Alrun!”

“Sob. How can I express this gratitude!”

All of the Kent family’s servants were people who showed no signs of worry.

When they heard the name Lucy Alrun, instead of showing fear, they all said, “Thanks to you, Young Lady, the Young Mistress can change!” and tried to bow their heads to the ground.

I could naturally understand why Frey’s younger sister, whom I met at the Patran festival, was so rowdy.

It’s normal to grow up in this family.

“Sister Frey! When did you come?! You should have let me know when you came! And the person next to you…”

Ah, damn it. As if she sensed I was thinking of herself, the loudest person in this mansion appeared.

Parna Kent.

Frey’s younger sister.

Unlike the quiet Frey, who has her own pace, she is an energetic, natural, and has her own pace. When she appeared in the game, she was so rowdy that her lines seemed louder than others.

And that didn’t change much after it became reality.

No, it only got louder. What I only saw in lines now became a voice.

“…Are you Young Lady Alrun?!”

‘Yes. That’s right.’

“Can’t you tell? She’s on a different level than you useless guys.”

“Wow! You were very pretty before, but now you’re soooo…”

She has really good lung capacity. Is it because she’s a martial artist too?

“…You’ve become soooo much prettier! You look like an angel who descended from the sky! You look like the goddess of beauty would be jealous!”

‘Thank you.’

“Do I have to talk loudly about something obvious? It’s pathetic that a noble lady is so immodest.”

“Haha! I hear that a lot, but I can’t fix it!”

She’s amazing for not changing her expression even when she hears such harsh words.

She looks like she doesn’t even understand that what she heard were harsh words.

…Huh? Could she really not understand? Is that it?

“Move aside. I’m busy.”

As I thought that she really might be like that, Frey intervened between me and Parna.

“Why?”

“I have something to do with my friend.”

“Friend! Hearing the word ‘friend’ come out of your mouth, Sister! I’m so touched!”

“Me too, Mama! Parna!”

Another clamor was added to Parna’s noisy voice.

Countess Kent appeared from behind Parna.

The Countess, with a physique suitable for the word “strong woman,” appeared with thundering footsteps and embraced Frey with her thick arms.

“To think our Frey brought a friend home! Sob! I feel like I could cry!”

“Um. Mom? Me.”

“Haaaaang! To think Sister has changed like this! I’m so proud!”

“No. I’m suffocating…”

Seeing Frey’s face turn purple, I gave up thinking.

No matter what I said, it seemed doomed to be swallowed by that chaos.

<This makes me think of that guy, Barun. He was quite the fuss.>

‘…I think he might be the founder of the Kent family.’

<Oh. Really? The power of blood is truly amazing. To think it would remain the same even after hundreds of years.>

‘But why haven’t I grown taller? Considering my father’s build, I should be much taller than this.’

<...I don't know. I guess only the Main God knows that.>

The moment I heard Grandpa’s story, I almost blurted out, “Does that mean the Useless Main God is a pedophilic sex offender?!” but I managed to hold it in.

I can’t badmouth the Main God to Grandpa, who is a devout cleric.

*

The commotion caused by Parna Kent and Countess Kent grew larger as time went on.

Later, they realized Frey had almost fainted and made a fuss, saying sorry.

And then, grateful that I had changed Frey, they tried to suffocate me.

As soon as they heard me say “Sister Frey.”

‘If you’re calling her Sister Frey, can I call you Sister Lucy too?! Is it okay to call you the super pretty Sister Lucy?!’

‘Then will the cute and adorable Young Lady be my daughter?! I welcome it completely! Won’t you call me Mama?!’

They screamed as if to burst my eardrums.

I wasn’t just standing by either.

I tried to interrupt their words with the unique charm of the Mesugaki skill.

However, the two people who distorted and heard others’ words in their own way didn’t care whether they were being charmed or not, and we were only freed when Count Kent appeared.

As if this hadn’t happened once or twice, Count Kent’s response was neat.

As soon as he arrived, he sternly reprimanded Parna and the Countess and sent them back to the mansion, after which he bowed to me several times.

“I am truly sorry! Young Lady Alrun! The two of them are not malicious, but that doesn’t change the fact that they were rude! I apologize once again!”

Watching the Count apologize for his family’s rudeness reminded me of Benedict.

Wouldn’t Benedict have been like this when Lucy was causing all sorts of trouble in the past?

‘It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.’

“It’s fine. What can you do when the Family Head is such a clumsy person? Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you so much for understanding!”

How much trouble did their family cause for the head of a swordsmanship-renowned family to show the demeanor of a man of society?

…Let’s create an opportunity for Benedict and this person to talk later. I think the two of them will get along really well.

“Um. Young Lady Alrun. May I ask for what reason you visited this place?”

‘That’s because Sister Frey told me…’

“I was dragged here by the unreasonable and stupid Sister Frey, so I don’t really know. Clumsy Count.”

Hearing my words, Count Kent examined my face with many questions in his eyes and then casually turned his head to the side.

“…Frey? Is this true?”

“Yes. That’s right. I brought Lucy.”

“Why?”

“I want to see Papa and Lucy spar.”

“…Huh?”

‘…What?’

“…What?”

Despite the surprised voices of Count Kent and me, Frey remained calm.

“I think I can understand something if I see the two of them spar. So, please do it.”

“Um. Frey? This isn’t something that simple, you know?”

Count Kent tried to dissuade Frey in any way he could.

He said that the difference in skill between me and him was too great.

He said that if I were to get hurt during the sparring, it could cause big problems.

He suggested that he would watch me spar instead, so why not spar with him directly?

‘I’m fine.’

“What is it? Clumsy Count. Are you afraid you’ll lose to me? I’m fine.”

However, I wasn’t particularly uncomfortable with the offer Frey made.

Come to think of it, this is a proposal that there’s no reason for me to refuse from my point of view.

Although Count Kent shows a weak side in front of his family, he is a completely different person when he draws his sword.

He is a man whom even the current Sword Saint cannot confidently boast of being superior to.

He is a genius who has compiled the Kent family’s swordsmanship and created his own sword.

Count Kent is a swordsman known to everyone on the continent.

I keenly felt my lack of experience when I fought Duke Burrow last time.

How could I refuse an opportunity to fight an expert?

“Young Lady. It may be okay for you, but it’s not okay for me. If you get hurt, I will die at the hands of Sir Benedict.”

In Count Kent’s words, clinging to his own life by saying that he would die at the hands of Sir Benedict, I could feel the fear towards Benedict.

Even the Count, who takes pride in his strength, surrendered to the point of showing fear of Benedict.

What kind of person was Benedict, who swept through battlefields in the past?

I felt Benedict’s strength anew, but my desire to spar didn’t change.

To be honest, even if things go wrong, it’s Count Kent who will be screwed, not me?

Why should I care about other people’s circumstances when I don’t have to clean up after them?

“Heung♡ Is Count not able to overwhelm even such a small child?♡ Are you a third-rate swordsman who is afraid of not being able to control your strength?♡”

“…Young Lady?”

“It’s okay♡ It can happen maybe♡ It’s not Count’s fault for being a clumsy coward who can’t even trust his own sword, is it?♡”

“…Even if you are Young Lady Alrun, there are things you can say and things you cannot.”

“Ah♡ It’s Count’s responsibility for being a pathetic father who can’t even grant his own daughter’s request♡ Puhaha♡ I pity Sister Frey for having such a useless father♡”

Kik, I chuckled and observed the Count’s expression, and I was convinced that he would never back down.

His face, barely holding onto his sanity, was so fierce that a weak person would cry if they saw it.

“Understood. I will do it. Sparring.”

As expected.

Seeing the Count bite his lips tightly, I calmly moved the divine power within me.

Now.

Shall I test how far I can go?

Let’s give him a taste.

To a swordsman who is far stronger than me.