Chapter 1842 My Fucking Duty & Service:>Ep52

• "Ah, that must have been after he 'retired'. He was one of my swordmasters growing up. My father gave him a pension, but I suppose it's difficult for one like him to simply rest on laurels and wither. You move your feet like he instructed me to when I was a boy."
• This time, Lenna couldn't hide her annoyance. Not only had the Princeling learned from her favourite teacher, but Greylyn had been his personal tutor? Fucking rich pricks. All the same the world over.
• The sudden diagonal slash he unleashed nearly caved her shoulder in. She blocked it awkwardly, both hands clutching the sword, before tossing him back. As he reeled, she delivering a good, solid kick to his midsection for good measure. Gratifyingly, Paris stumbled, caught unprepared by this change of weapon. So he wasn't invincible. Unsporting perhaps, but she'd take a minor victory at this point.