Malenia was a strict teacher, and she understood the circumstances of blind people very well. She was indeed better suited than Zhao Si to teach Irina.
Holding a small stick, she sparred with Irina, striking her again and again.
Little Irina wore only thin clothing, which offered no protection against the pain of the stick lashing her body.
The blows left red welts and purple bruises all over her. But the little girl pressed her lips together without a word, silently enduring the pain.
This was a method Malenia had tailored for Irina to improve her perception.
She needed Irina to remember pain and the sense of danger.
The result of this training would be something like Zhao Si's ability: when someone attacked, his skin sensed a stinging pain, and his body responded correctly by dodging or defending.
This was something the swordsmanship teachers Edgar had found would never teach Irina.
Mostly, they were mindful of her status as the castellan's daughter. Most of those swordsmanship teachers still approached teaching Irina as a matter of entertaining a child.
They would never dare do what Malenia did and lash Irina until she was covered in bruises.
Did her father Edgar have no objections, then? Surely seeing his own daughter covered in red welts and purple bruises would break his heart.
As it turned out, Edgar had no objections at all. He was even all smiles. When he met Malenia, he had already deduced her identity from the red strands of hair spilling through the gaps in her cloak and the faint clinking of metal.
When Zhao Si introduced her, he only said, "This is my Senior Sister, Milia."
Edgar nodded. "Understood. I understand."
"What do you understand?" Zhao Si felt this man was far too shrewd.
Edgar cleared his throat and