After getting hit by a distracted truck driver, I thought I was finally free, finally dead. However, that all changed when I woke up in a room that was not a hospital and found out that I was the villainess of an otome game, surprise surprise, the s...
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*𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯*
"Alright! Even though you almost died five days ago that should still not stop you from your training! Now, one thousand push-ups!" Lord Sedireng ordered, clapping his hands together as (Y/N) groaned in dismay but complied, getting down on the ground as she attempted to do push-ups only to stop mid-push.
"Wait," Looking up towards her teacher, (Y/n) cocked an eyebrow. "aren't you supposed to be teaching me magic instead?" (Y/N) questioned him, in return, Lord Sedireng chuckled as he looked away from her, admiring the scenery as some red robins flew by. "Well, yes, but magic also needs a worthy vessel, thus, that vessel must be strong-willed and, well, strong." Lord Sedireng explained to her, walking over towards a tree and sitting under the shade.
"Master Sedireng, but I thought that my Father instructed you to teach me less about magical swordsmanship and more about raw magical control." (Y/N) questioned him, getting up as she walked closer towards her teacher as she stopped once she was close enough to his sprawled-out legs.
Clyte, who is Lord Sedireng, opened one of his eyes and looked up at her only to close it again and fall further down on the tree. "I thought that you were more interested in magical swordsmanship more than raw magic control?" Clyte asked her, (Y/N) recoiled at that and laughed nervously.
"Yes, well... that event in the ballroom that occurred five days ago lead me to be more interested in the field of raw magical control." (Y/N) replied, smoothing out her hair as she stared down at the relaxed figure of her teacher, totally not wishing to be relaxing, too.
Clyte hummed in reply and opened his eyes, his light green eyes staring up at (Y/N) own (E/C) eyes. "You must have found it more natural, then?" Clyte asked her as (Y/N) nodded, her eyes shining. "Yes! It was like I was breathing, but easier!" (Y/N) explained to him, getting excited about learning more about controlling raw magic.
Nodding his head, Clyte looked up towards the leaves as some light seeped through the leaf's protection, a gentle breeze passing by making Clyte look as if he was in a small light show. "Even breathing can become a difficult task, kid." Clyte commented as he grunted, getting up as he loomed over (Y/N) small and frail figure.
"Look, kid," Walking around her, Clyte picked up a wooden sword and wielded it, swinging it over his shoulder as he looked straight down towards (Y/N). "Raw magical control is just not right for you." Clyte told her, this surprised (Y/N).
