VIP Chapter 76: Treya, Unable to Pierce the Opposite Armor
In Treya’s eyes, Will replaced her sister, becoming a crimson that seemed to guide her.
And such a person…
Push his little maid onto such a dangerous training ground?
She even felt that this color might need to be re-evaluated…
As for that little maid.
Iaar was a faint gold in her eyes, perhaps just a little short of becoming ordinary white.
From her recent words and actions in taking care of Will, she was thoughtful, served respectfully, and her etiquette was extremely standard. She was quite an excellent maid.
However…
Beyond this point…
She had no outstanding qualities.
Will thought she could block his sword technique infused with rage?
Iaar became flustered under Treya’s gaze, her tail wagging incessantly.
Treya, clad in a training uniform, stood straight, scrutinizing Iaar from top to bottom.
The pure white training uniform perfectly matched Treya’s hair color. The trousers of the uniform were form-fitting, accentuating the half-elf’s slender, lean lower limbs.
Her sword-holding hand was clenched tightly, her gaze was extremely sharp, and she exuded a frosty aura that wouldn’t hold back.
She had heard from Will that this Treya was a hardly encountered swordswoman capable of cutting down thirty puppets.
Although her age was below that of a Dungeon adventurer, she should easily achieve S Rank.
And herself…
“Young Master, T-Princess Treya is incredibly strong. Is it really… really okay?”
Iaar’s ears twitched.
She shrank back towards Will’s shoulder.
Then, Will pushed her forward.
“Woof!”
Will leaned close to her perked, fluffy ears.
“It’s fine. Although your usual training is for high temperatures, the Ice Armor itself provides a certain degree of physical resistance.”
As Will exhaled into her ear, her earlobes twitched again.
“Okay! Then… Iaar is going in!”
Iaar took a deep breath, took a step forward, and faced Treya.
Will walked to her side, patted her shoulder, and then casually patted her back, urging her to stand up straighter.
In truth, this battle wasn’t just to calm Treya down from her “anger” and make her understand that true effort wasn’t driven by shallow rage.
Rather…
It was to, from the depths of her heart, completely shed her persona as a gullible, guileless, and foolish princess obsessed with combat.
If she was willing to change her most basic sword forms, practiced for many years, then the theories she firmly believed in could also be changed.
Of course, having Iaar act as a dummy had other purposes as well.
“Iaar, use the Ice Armor Infusion in its full-body form.”
After saying this, Will turned around and faced Treya.
“In that case, Treya. Use the Entake Style 11 from last night, and attack with all your might.”
Even the somewhat dense Treya vaguely felt that she was being underestimated.
“Let me say this first, Will. Although I’m using a training wooden sword, and my sword form does have issues. But with only one target, a full-power strike… I think we should prepare a doctor for Miss Iaar.”
Treya spoke with a hint of arrogance, raising her sword and aiming it at Will and Iaar.
Will stroked his chin.
“Oh? You’re quite confident, then let’s try it. Iaar, activate the highest level of Ice Armor Infusion first.”
“Understood.”
Iaar’s body remained tense, half of her beast ears’ fur standing on end.
“You’ve trained with me for so long, trust yourself, and trust me too. When have I, Young Master Will, ever tricked you?”
Will smiled confidently and casually ruffled her ears.
“I concede.”
Treya’s expression remained as cold as ever, but her slightly furrowed brows seemed to indicate her displeasure.
“Mhm…”
As an ice-blue light, starting from Iaar’s arms, slowly spread across her entire body, Treya also raised the training wooden sword in her hand.
Will quickly retreated to the edge of the training grounds and equipped himself with a helmet and chest armor.
“Miss Treya, I… I’ll be fine. Just do as Young Master says.”
Iaar’s voice trembled slightly as she held her arm in front of her eyes, not daring to meet Treya’s gaze.
Even though she had blocked an attack from a witch before, she was still somewhat intimidated by the renowned princess swordswoman.
—At worst, I’ll get beaten up and lie in bed for a few days. I hope Young Master will visit me more.
But her Young Master, standing to the side with his arms crossed, not showing any worry, gave her some confidence.
Her Young Master wasn’t a cold person; he would show a pained expression even when she suffered a minor burn. He should truly not be afraid of her getting hurt like this.
Treya lowered her center of gravity, extremely serious, and uttered with a cold, low voice—
“Entake Style 11, Slash!”
At a speed the eyes couldn’t follow, Treya drew her sword.
The wind rose with her leaping steps.
On the semi-sandy ground, dust was kicked up.
*Swoosh.*
With a force and speed capable of cleaving the air, the sword light traversed the distance between Treya and Iaar.
Swordsmen in this world were known for their agile and swift attacks.
Then…
Accompanied by a rapid clacking sound on ice…
Treya stood behind Iaar.
Time seemed to stand still.
In a few seconds of bated breath…
*Crack.*
The training wooden sword in Treya’s hand snapped.
“This…”
Iaar, who had been shielding her eyes with her arm, cautiously lowered it, leaving a small gap.
“Has it begun?”
…
She received no answer but found that Treya had vanished.
She turned around and saw Treya, holding the broken sword, standing in place with an expression that had become even more stiff than before.
“Wh-wh— Princess Treya, when did you get behind me? I thought that was just… just a prelude…”
Iaar hadn’t moved even a millimeter physically. Amidst the lingering wind and unsettled dust, she stood remarkably stable.
Treya’s flashy attack…
It seemed as if nothing had happened.
Oh, something had happened.
The broken training wooden sword lying on the ground could attest to that.
“Heh.”
Seeing the anticipated scene, Will chuckled, snapped his fingers, and walked over.
“Wh-why is that?”
“Treya, don’t rush. Stay put, I’ll check… Hmm… This is the right position. Lower it by two tiers, Treya. Try again.”
“Yes, Young Master!”
“I understand now… I truly have shortcomings, so please point them out directly so I can improve faster…”
“Treya, do it two or three more times. I’ll tell you.”
“I concede!”
…
“Iaar, lower it again. Treya, go!”
…
“Good, Iaar, lower it further. Treya, attack!”
…
After about five full-power strikes from Treya, she looked down at the scattered fragments of the training wooden sword on the ground, panting heavily.
Meanwhile, Iaar, dressed in her maid outfit, simply brushed the dust off her skirt and scratched her beast ears with her hand to clear away any dust.
Even Iaar wondered if she was appearing too effortless and if it might be mocking the hard-working Treya.
But… she wasn’t exerting any effort at all!
She didn’t even use the lower-tier Ice Armor Infusion much during her training anymore.
When she used it, she didn’t even feel like she was actually using magic.
So, was she really this strong?
