Claire was now five years old, she had beautiful looks just like Mother, from her hair to her eyes to her body, it was like a direct copy and paste.
Another thing she inherited was mother's brain— she was kind of an airhead to say the least.
Oops— I really shouldn't be thinking about that, should I? Gotta put some respect on my elder sibling's name.
I walked out the door— A strong gust of wind bellows against my face as the clanking of wooden swords blasts into my eardrums.
I was shook, I haven't ever seen power like this... Amazing... It wasn't like a sword fight in my old world, it was different— way different.
The banging of swords, the shifting of the wrist, the movement, the footwork… It's beautiful.
My eyes could barely catch up with the speed of the fight; the movements were fluid yet powerful.
Till now, I haven't had much experience of the outside world, actually none at all if excluding the time I ventured off to the storage block in order to get the textbook of incantations.
It was spring now, the smell of fresh grass simmered in the air…
How the hell am I thinking about the smell of grass when there's a legit manga-like swordfight unfolding right in front of me? I'll never know how my mind works...
Clank—
The clashing sound was deafening, louder than any before.
I see something coming down from above—
I close my eyes sharply in response, probably a dumb move on my part, not moving a single inch away from the danger.
Who am I, a princess waiting to be saved by a brave knight?
I slowly opened a slit of my eyes, a wooden sword was stabbed in the dirt inches away from me. If I had been a little closer, the injury could've been pretty bad; maybe I could've died there.
Someone approached me, it was an unfamiliar face, she wasn't one of the maids of the house, I am sure of it. If she really was, I would've remembered her face.
"I'm sorry, sir," a grumbly voice spoke out loud, the voice was gruff but it didn't sound like a man's voice, for it still having the pitch of a woman, the voice continued, "I don't think we have met before young sir, my name is Iris, I'm young Claire's sword instructor."
I looked up at the character I unlocked.
Her skin was fairly dark, no, actually it's just tanned, I thought.
As my gaze traced up her body, analysing it, I noticed that her muscles were defined and there were little scars here and there.
I continued tracing up her tall body— Damn! Wow! Her tits are huge. Also, do all women here just have mega-sized tits?
As I looked towards her face, I realised my thoughts might have leaked out of my mouth. Iris had long silver hair tied up in a high ponytail above her head, a long braid tucked behind her ears, and her sharp red eyes, which were fixed on me. Her left brow was tilted up, and she had a questioning expression on her face.
Damn! She's a hot one, full of muscle mommy vibes going on here.
"Hey Iris, do you think Gryne right here can join in on your classes with Claire?" A voice spoke from behind me, interrupting my thoughts. The voice was Mother's.
I was sure there wasn't anyone behind me, just now, I couldn't sense any form of aura…
Did Mother conceal her aura? Just the thought of that was chilling, colder than the coldest flake of snow in winter.
According to what I have read from the textbook, concealing aura is one of the hardest tasks even for the strongest of mages.
Well, no point thinking about this, she isn't an enemy after all.
"Yes, Mistress, if you request it," Iris replied.
"Iris… You shouldn't be so formal. It makes it seem like we aren't close friends." Mother whined with puffed-up cheeks, slowly trotting towards where Iris was standing.
I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"We start tomorrow morning," Iris said before walking away towards the back fence of the house, away from Mother.
"That woman." Mother muttered under her breath, her face still pouty.
New waifu unlocked, I guess.