With the skill of Unbreakable Will, I didn’t think I would lose to anyone else in terms of tenacity.

 

However, I found out today.

 

That the common sense of Earth didn’t apply here.

 

The stamina that Possell possessed was beyond my comprehension.

 

How did this damn old man teach me for 6 hours straight and still be so energetic?

 

What on earth is his stamina stat?

 

The hand holding the mace was shaking.

 

The arm holding the shield didn’t listen to me well, perhaps because it had blocked too many attacks.

 

My lungs were about to burst because I had been moving without rest, and my head had long since stopped thinking.

 

The skill was forcibly lifting me up, but right now I was more like a zombie than a person.

 

A zombie who moved his body slowly according to his instincts.

 

“Miss?”

 

But that was also reaching its limit.

 

I think I held out really well.

 

As I said before, will is just will.

 

When my body reaches its limit, I have no choice but to comply.

 

What are you trying to say?

 

“Possell.”

 

“Yes, Miss.”

 

“I’m going to sleep now, so don’t touch me. You crazy training addict.”

 

You are a seriously bad training addict.

 

That evening.

 

Possell, who was making himself a drink in his room, raised his voice at the sound he heard outside the door.

 

“Your Majesty. You can just come in.”

 

“Ahem. How did you know?”

 

“You weren’t planning on hiding it, were you?”

 

Benedict opened the door and appeared.

 

Possell wasn’t at all flustered by his sudden appearance, even though he usually stayed in his office until late at night.

 

He had known he would come in the first place.

 

“You came because of Miss Lucy, right?”

 

“Yes, may I sit down?”

 

“Please.”

 

When Benedict sat down across from Possell, both sides of the desk were full.

 

For ordinary people, two could comfortably sit on one side, and three could sit although cramped, but with the two big guys sitting next to each other, the table looked like it was for two.

 

“Let’s have a drink together after a long time.”

 

“What kind of drink is it?”

 

“I stole it when I raided the vampire’s castle a while ago. When I showed it to a guy who knows a lot about alcohol, his hands started shaking.”

 

“So, what’s the name?”

 

“I don’t remember. I only remember that guy being shocked by the drink and fainting, so I can’t remember the name of the drink.”

 

Possell laughed heartily and joked that it must be delicious because it was so precious.

 

While Possell got up and looked for a glass, Benedict spoke up.

 

“Did you know I was coming?”

 

“Everyone in the mansion knows that the Count can’t help but be picky when it comes to Miss Lucy.”

 

“…Ahem.”

 

Benedict coughed in discomfort but couldn’t bring himself to deny Possell’s words.

 

He couldn’t deny it because he had committed so many wrongdoings because of his love for his daughter.

 

“What do you think of Lucy?”

 

“She’s talented.”

 

Possell answered without even thinking for a moment.

 

He had taught many people so far.

 

From geniuses who were famous in the world to dullards who had no talent but became knights through hard work.

 

In Possell’s eyes, Lucy was definitely a talented person.

 

She had more than one or two talents, but the most outstanding of them was her ability to handle a shield.

 

Usually, people who first pick up a shield use it only for defence.

 

They focus too much on the word “shield” and become anxious to block the opponent’s attack.

 

However, Lucy was different.

 

She knew how to draw out the potential of the shield.

 

She didn’t just block it, but sometimes she would intervene in the opponent’s attack to cut off the flow, push them back, and harass them.

 

Even while doing that, she didn’t neglect her defence.

 

This wasn’t an ordinary talent.

 

It was a God-given talent.

 

Even though she hasn’t received proper education yet, she’s at this level.

 

What kind of monster would emerge if she kept honing her talent for months and years?

 

“I guess the blood of the Allen family can’t be fooled. If it were up to me, I would like to continue to train her from now on. Miss Lucy will definitely make her mark in history.”

 

“Thank you for praising my daughter, but that’s not what I’m asking about.”

 

“Ah. I understand.”

 

Are you talking about Miss Lucy’s changes?

 

The young lady has changed drastically in the past few days.

 

One knight said that she wouldn’t change like that even if she died and came back to life.

 

Originally, Lucy was far from being a person with tenacity.

 

She was so weak that it was hard to believe that she was the daughter of the Iron Blood Lord, who would quickly throw away her studies, exercise, or anything else if it was even a little difficult.

 

No wonder other nobles who saw Lucy asked if she was really the daughter of the Iron Blood Lord.

 

However, she changed one day.

 

Possell witnessed the change firsthand when Lucy started coming to the training grounds.

 

The word that represented her, appearing in the training grounds with her mace and shield, was tenacity.

 

No one could deny her tenacity in training every single day, to the point where even the most skilled knights would be amazed.

 

Although her methods seemed bizarre to the average knight, she clearly achieved results with her own methods.

 

“What do you think?”

 

“It’s a positive change. If you asked anyone else, they would give the same answer.”

 

If you asked who was better, the Lucy of the past or the Lucy of the present, everyone would unanimously say the Lucy of the present.

 

It’s true that her words and actions are still not noble, but compared to the evil she used to do, it was nothing.

 

“Yes. That’s true.”

 

“Are you worried about something?”

 

“To be honest… yes.”

 

Sudden changes didn’t always lead to a good outcome.

 

Even if she looked fine on the outside, she might actually be rotting and decaying inside.

 

Benedict, who had experienced something similar, was not entirely happy about Lucy’s change.

 

“As you know, my daughter was very twisted because of this incompetent father.”

 

“Yes.”

 

When Benedict blamed himself, Possell nodded his head coldly.

 

“After the wife passed away, I kept pestering the young lady, and she became an incorrigible person.”

 

Lucy certainly made many mistakes.

 

However, if you ask if it was all her fault, it wasn’t.

 

After all, the fault of a child is the fault of its parents.

 

If Benedict had raised Lucy a little more strictly, Lucy’s tyranny might not have gotten so bad.

 

“For a child like that to come to her senses overnight. That’s not normal.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Do you have any idea? Didn’t you watch Lucy all day today?”

 

“It’s the Count’s job to figure that out.”

 

Benedict looked away as Possell offered sincere advice.

 

Benedict still didn’t have the confidence to face his daughter sincerely.

 

Possell sighed as he saw the hopeless father who clearly cared for and loved her, but at the same time was afraid to approach her sincerely.

 

Wasn’t it because Lady Lucy lived like a rascal that she didn’t resemble the Count?

 

He shook his head wildly, drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, and spoke.

 

“The Lady may have been blessed.”

 

“Blessed?”

 

“Yes. That idiot Karl said that after hearing Lady Lucy’s provocation, he had difficulty controlling his emotions.”

 

Although he made an indelible mistake once, Karl was a great knight until then.

 

He was a trustworthy person who calmly carried out what he had to do without making a single rash move in any extreme situation.

 

It wasn’t for nothing that everyone in the knighthood hoped that he wouldn’t be punished.

 

If that guy couldn’t control his own feelings, the excuse Karl made yesterday might not have been an excuse at all.

 

“Blessed.”

 

“Isn’t that enough for a person to change in an instant?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

It’s common for God’s blessings on humans to change people overnight.

 

There have been more than one or two such cases.

 

If Lucy had been blessed as Possell suspected, her change was likely related.

 

“If that’s true, there’s no need to worry too much, but… Is it a blessing?”

 

“Isn’t it a good thing? Miss Lucy will also have to inherit the family and fulfill her noble duties one day. It will definitely help.”

 

Benedict didn’t answer Possell and snatched the wine bottle from his hand and poured it into his own glass.

 

Benedict took a sip of wine and frowned at the complex aromas that spread through his mouth.

 

“It seems to be high-class. But it’s not to my taste.”

 

“You’re a noble, so why can’t you deal with wine?”

 

“I like the beer that Dwarves drink much better.”

 

When Benedict grumbled, Possell laughed and poured wine for himself.

 

“We’re going to Evans’ dungeon in a week from now.”

 

“Yes. That’s right.”

 

“I’ll take care of your daughter until I get back.”

 

“Don’t worry. It’s not like we’re going to Evans Dungeon because of any danger. Nothing will happen.”

 

One day, after spending a few hellish days with Possell, I came to the training grounds and saw Karl warming up.

 

He was running through the training grounds carrying a load that must have been twice his size.

 

Judging by the way he was sweating like he was in a pool a second ago, it didn’t seem like he had been running for ten or twenty minutes.

 

Since he came out of prison, isn’t his punishment over?

 

Why is he doing that?

 

As I was warming up and watching him, a bald knight who had been acting like he knew me a lot since last time approached me.

 

“Ah you’re here today too, young lady?”

 

‘Hello, sir.’

 

“Hello, baldy, you are still shiny today.”

 

“Of course! I clean it every day!”

 

This knight, who was proud of his clean head, was a unique person who took the word bald as a compliment.

 

Thanks to that, no matter how many times I insulted him in Mesugaki, he didn’t suffer any damage.

 

‘Sir, why is Karl doing that?’

 

“Bald knight. Why is that sloppy guy doing that?”

 

“He’s being punished.”

 

The bald knight explained that confinement was simply a punishment given by his family.

 

It seemed to be separate from the punishment given by the knights.

 

Was that punishment the running he was doing now?

 

In military terms, it was like running around the parade ground carrying a military uniform.

 

“How long is he going to do that?”

 

“He’ll continue doing it until he leaves for battle.”

 

By “continue,” you mean excluding the time he spends sleeping and eating?

 

Right?

 

Right?

 

They wouldn’t make him run without sleep.

 

“I think he’ll keep doing it.”

 

Wow.

 

Maybe because it’s a game, the level of punishment is no joke.

 

Do you want him to do that all day?

 

You’re just telling him to run and die?

 

That’s not good.

 

He’s my subordinate.

 

“It’ll be fine. I’ve done that for over a week before.”

 

“…How are you still alive after all that?”

 

“Because I’m a knight.”

 

Was the existence of a knight in Soul Academy different from what I remember?

 

“More than that, young lady. There is something Possell wanted to tell you.”

 

“What is it?”

 

“He said to warm up and then come to the training grounds. He said that you should experience actual combat before going out tomorrow.”

 

Actual combat?

 

In this training ground?