Moira's Growth
It got completely dark.
Ms. Belinda left early this morning and hasn't returned yet. Roy found a note on the doorway that said Ms. Belinda was going to a ball tonight.
I took a shower, changed my clothes, went out onto the terrace, and hung the clothes I had washed on the clothesline.
Dinner was on the Black Pearl, and Roy also drank some ale, which made him feel a little dizzy.
I don't even know how many of those intricate divine runes I memorized this afternoon have been forgotten.
Moira, who was secretly observing from behind the railing of the neighboring terrace, saw Roy beckoning to her and nimbly jumped over the courtyard wall.
She took a few steps forward and then stepped onto the wall.
He stretched out his hands and grabbed the edge of the eaves, then pulled upwards with a sudden force. Using the power of his feet, he braced his hands on the eaves, gripped the balcony railing tightly, and jumped up with one leg.
The movements were light, agile, clean, and crisp.
She wore an unsharpened short sword at her waist, a plain linen tank top and gauze Lantern Pants, and sandals. Her ten small, delicate toes were painted with pale red balsam juice.
A pair of bright, intelligent eyes, with a reserved smile, said proudly to Roy:
"Roy, I've already learned the Dance of Radiance. Do you need me to teach you?"
Roy knew he couldn't avoid sparring tonight. Recently, Ms. Belinda had been home every day, and Roy hadn't practiced martial arts with Moira for several nights in a row.
Roy looked unconvinced and said to Moira, "Then you jump once first, let me see."
Without hesitation, Moira drew her short sword from her waist, and as she swung her arm, a screen of light appeared...
The next second, she transformed into a figure inside the Magic Crystal.
Even the smallest, most subtle movements were imitated perfectly.
The short sword that was originally just quick and precise in her hands has now become extremely aggressive as she wields it, giving Roy a Dance of Radiance sense of Moira.
In just one month, Moira learned the entire set of movements for the Dance of Radiance.
Roy could only click his tongue in amazement...
Only now has he truly realized the gap between geniuses and ordinary people.
Because she failed to learn the corresponding Breath Method for this sword dance.
Unlike other elven dances, this sword dance does not radiate its unique power outwards from the dancer.
Soon, Moira finished dancing a Dance of Radiance on the balcony.
Without even wiping the sweat dripping down his cheeks, he pointed his short sword at Roy and said with a grin:
"Hurry up, Roy, let me see if your martial arts have improved recently!"
Roy steeled himself and pulled a Wooden Stick and a Ironclad Square Shield from his Magic Pouch.
He stood on the terrace, just getting into position...
Moira gripped the short sword in one hand, took a step forward, and her body swayed in front of Roy like a ghost before disappearing from Roy sight.
When Roy instinctively looked up, he discovered that Moira had silently jumped up and was thrusting her short sword toward Roy's neck, the thrust like a snake spitting its tongue.
Moira has probably been practicing the Dance of Radiance recently, as her short sword attacks have become extremely sharp.
Roy didn't have time to raise his shield and was forced to take a step back.
Moira's short sword suddenly disappeared and reappeared, stabbing out from behind Moira's right hip. Moira's slender waist seemed to break as the short sword stabbed Roy's left rib at an extremely strange angle.
Roy's square shield was still very awkward to use for blocking.
Left with no other choice, Roy could only parry with his stick and took another step back.
Two consecutive fierce attacks allowed Moira to completely take the initiative.
The next attack was even more unpredictable, forcing Roy to retreat repeatedly on the terrace.
After several Wooden Shield shattered, Roy finally received a square wooden shield covered with a layer of iron from Instructor Nora. The iron had a faint imprint of a lion's head on it.
When the short sword pierced the Ironclad Square Shield, it no longer made a dull thud...
Occasionally, a string of sparks will burst out.
Each time she thrust with all her might, Roy's arm went numb from the impact.
Roy thought that he should cast a ' Strength Blessing ' on himself before sparring, which might make things easier.
Now we can only grit our teeth and bear it.
Roy was finally cornered on the terrace by Moira, with nowhere left to retreat.
Moira's short sword disappeared from Roy's sight once again...
A sweet smile graced her face as she held a short sword in her hand, its blade carrying a faint Sword Qi. She brushed against the square shield Roy had raised, aiming the tip at his left shoulder.
A heavy greatsword suddenly emerged from the shadows of the terrace, just in time to block the short sword.
Roy broke out in a cold sweat. If it weren't for the greatsword that emerged from the shadows, he might have had his left collarbone pierced by Moira's sword...
Behind the hilt of the Heavy Sword is a fair arm.
Sabrina emerged from the shadows in a nightgown and glared fiercely at Moira.
She turned around and picked up a tray from the railing behind her, which contained three cups of fruit tea.
As Sabrina turned around, Roy glanced at the corner where Sabrina was standing; he hadn't even noticed Sabrina standing there before...
Thankfully, this sparring session is now over.
The pressure Moira put on Roy this time was so intense that he could hardly breathe...
He tugged at the clothes that were sticking to his body and realized that the clothes he had changed into when he got home were already soaked.
Moira walked up with a grin, picked up a cup of fruit tea from the tray, and squatted on the terrace railing like a kitten, pursing her lips and taking a sip.
Sabrina placed the tray in front of Roy, indicating that Roy should also choose a drink.
Roy took a sip; it was apple juice with a hint of honey.
"I should be the one treating you to drinks."
Roy, holding his teacup, said somewhat embarrassedly.
Sabrina set the tray aside, holding a cup of tea in her hand, and asked him, "Roy, does this sword dance have any internal energy manipulation?"
"They should have it, I'll go ask," Roy said.
It's been a month since I returned from the Magala Jungle.
A lot has happened in Castleton City this month; he should go back to Ellington Castle and tell Countess Amelia what has happened there.
By the way, is it okay to show the Magic Crystal to someone else...?
"This Dance of Radiance must be very rare. I asked the swordsmanship instructor at the academy, and he had never seen this sword dance before," Sabrina asked again.
Roy hesitated for a moment, then admitted:
"Um... actually, I don't know much about Elven Sword Dance either."
Fortunately, Sabrina didn't press Roy about where he got the Magic Crystal from.
Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to answer, and probably wouldn't answer at all!
Roy thought that he should make time to visit Ellington Castle sometime soon.
A new week.
During the Modern Elf History, Roy rushed to the lecture hall with his textbook in hand, and the members of Sixteenth Group immediately waved vigorously at Roy as he walked in from outside.
As Roy walked up the steps, someone immediately made room for Roy.
Roy sat down near the aisle, Edith, who was sitting inside, quickly wrote a note and passed it to Roy.
He unfolded the note, and Edith had written on it:
The Thick Leather Armor I commissioned Master Leatherworker Jerome to make is finished. Do you have time around noon? Let's go pick it up together.
Roy didn't write any more notes...
He saw Edith's gaze sweep over them and made a 'yes' gesture.
To be honest, he was really looking forward to this Thick Leather Armor, after all, it was made from Hard Leather Armor leather of Tier 2 Magical Beast, the Petrification Lizard.
Based solely on his painful memories of dismantling the Petrification Lizard in the Magala Jungle with Klayr, Roy had reason to believe that this Thick Leather Armor should be extremely sturdy.
Just thinking about it makes me happy...
In this lesson, a group of students would present a historical story on stage, followed by Princess Ophelia adding to it.
As class ended, Roy was planning to sneak out through the back door of the lecture hall.
"Roy, wait a minute."
Princess Ophelia did not leave the classroom immediately, but instead stood on the podium and called out to Roy was preparing to sneak away.
The once noisy lecture hall suddenly fell silent.
The students who were chatting and laughing and preparing to leave the lecture hall all froze on their faces a second ago, and then they turned to look at Roy in disbelief.
Roy straightened up with a helpless expression and turned to look at Princess Ophelia on the podium with some embarrassment.
"Teacher Ophelia, did you call me?"
"Come down here for a moment!"
Princess Ophelia smiled faintly at Roy.
Roy had no choice but to obediently walk up to Princess Ophelia.
Edith and her friends watched this scene in astonishment...
"I haven't had a chance to thank you in person yet for what happened to the Gray Dwarf, Relf!"
Princess Ophelia said softly.
"You called me here just to say this?"
Roy felt like crying, he didn't want to be the center of attention in the lecture hall.
Princess Ophelia nodded.
As he looked down, a sly smile flickered in his eyes.
"I should be the one thanking you!"
Roy bowed respectfully to Princess Ophelia and said.
At noon, Roy and Dis arrived at the leather shop opposite Heroes Square by carriage.
Jerome Master was waiting at the front desk. When he saw Edith walk in with Roy, he greeted Miss Edith Ellington with a big smile and said, "Ms. Edith, the Thick Leather Armor your friend ordered is finished."
Edith nodded, then turned to Roy and said to him:
"Roy, try it on first and see if there's anything that doesn't fit. If anything doesn't fit, it can be altered..."
Jerome Master had a bitter expression on his face.
Judging from Jerome Master's expression, Roy knew that if Edith hadn't said those words, Jerome Master would never have agreed.