Body.
Yvette didn’t take any extra belongings, only grabbing a soft cloth and hitching a ride with the adventure team.
Although Eleanor’s blade wasn’t stained with blood, Yvette, sitting in the carriage, still tirelessly wiped the sword with the soft cloth.
Her cute little face was filled with a happy smile.
Due to the presence of outsiders, Eleanor couldn’t transform in front of others and could only communicate with the girl through thoughts.
After all, an intelligent weapon like her was quite rare in this world, and flaunting wealth carelessly wasn’t a good habit.
[Teacher Eleanor is so amazing!]
[I know, you don’t need to flatter me on purpose.]
[I’m not flattering! I genuinely think Teacher is amazing!]
[Really? Hmm… not bad, but I’d prefer if you genuinely fell in love with sword practice.]
Tch.
The girl was clearly suspected of deliberate flattery, but Eleanor secretly enjoyed it.
Though she said it wasn’t necessary, her heart was blooming with joy—a well-behaved loli who could both polish a sword and give compliments, not bad at all.
This sword master, she liked her a lot.
One girl and one sword sat in a corner of the carriage, communicating silently. The sword spirit’s cheerful humming betrayed her love for being praised.
Teacher Eleanor…
Why does she suddenly give off the vibe of a tsundere little girl?
Yvette thought to herself, not transmitting this to Eleanor.
Yvette wanted to be a polite good girl; she wouldn’t let her thoughts run wild about her teacher.
Listening to the cute humming sounds coming from the girl in her mind, Yvette’s sword-polishing motions softened slightly.
Sunlight streamed through the carriage window, illuminating the girl’s silver-white hair.
Since the battle was over, Yvette had taken off her tiger-ear hat, causing her messy hair to stick up slightly.
Nelson looked at the girl’s delicate face, which, despite her smile, clearly showed she didn’t want to engage much with them, and his heart grew bitter.
The sturdy shield-bearing man drove the carriage from the front, leaving only Yvette, Percy, Jack, and Nelson inside.
The red-haired girl Percy and the dark-faced priest Jack sat on one side, whispering to each other, occasionally casting pitying glances at Nelson.
Nelson’s face flushed red. He opened his mouth to join the conversation, but the two promptly shut their mouths, acting innocent as if nothing had happened.
The carriage fell silent instantly. Though no sound was made, Nelson felt as if countless fingers were pointing at him.
Alright, that was the truth.
For the first time in his dignified life, Nelson felt the sting of being gossiped about, nine parts out of ten extremely uncomfortable.
So, he quietly took out some rations from his storage ring and sat in a corner of the carriage, munching gloomily.
…?
A strange smell began to fill the air. Yvette looked at the boy curiously, and even Eleanor protested in her mind.
[Yuck (;’^`), what a weird smell! Quick, ask that boy what he’s eating! Tell him to stop! Is this stuff really meant for humans?]
The delighted sword spirit scrunched up her little face.
The girl promptly responded to her teacher’s command.
“Excuse me, Mr. Nelson, what are you eating? Could you tell me about it?” Yvette politely asked the red-faced boy, who seemed to be eating something suspicious.
Though the smell wasn’t too bad for her, since Teacher Eleanor had spoken, she had to intervene.
“Huh? Oh, this? It’s a local specialty from a nearby town, cow dung bread.”
Nelson answered casually, regretting it the moment the words left his mouth.
As expected—
The fairy-like sword girl he admired immediately gave him a strange look. Nelson panicked, about to explain and salvage his image, when Percy, who had been watching the show, interrupted.
“It’s fine, little sister, don’t be scared by the name.”
“Just like there’s no wife in wife cake.”
“In cow dung bread…”
“…there’s no bread either.”
Miss Percy, as usual, delivered her dark humor.
Jack, sitting nearby, jumped up before Nelson could react.
“Holy shit, bro, why didn’t you say earlier? I devoured three pounds of it last night!”
“Hiss!!!” Yvette’s pitying gaze turned to one of awe, her cute face filled with disbelief.
It hardened—not her fists, but her heart.
Nelson, who had been the subject of gossip for so long, finally had his backbone broken by the earnest antics of dark-faced Jack and red-haired Percy.
Imitation.
“Percy!” Nelson gritted his teeth.
Joking around was fine normally, but now that he had finally taken a liking to someone, Percy had thoroughly ruined his image.
Nelson clenched his fists, but seeing Percy’s serious face as she mimicked his earlier words in a solemn, holy tone—
“I can hold them off for two more minutes. Those who escape, remember to burn paper offerings for me next year.”
It was quite convincing, though the girl clearly couldn’t hold back her laughter, giggling as she continued.
“Of… of course, if you need a squire… hahaha! I can’t, Captain, I didn’t expect you, with your thick brows and big eyes… you… hahaha!”
Nelson’s face burned red as he watched Percy double over with laughter, completely unconcerned with her image.
Hardened—his fists were rock-solid.
Familiar path.
Glancing back at Yvette, who seemed unbothered by the scene, Nelson clenched his fists and approached Percy.
He was going to give this heartless, foolish mage a couple of solid punches.
As Nelson drew near, Jack, sitting nearby, stopped him.
“Just a joke, bro, don’t take it seriously. You know how Percy is.”
“If you hurt Percy, our team will be without a mage. Her output is usually pretty solid. Let’s keep the peace, alright?”
Jack, as always, played the peacemaker, calming the squabbling pair. This was their team’s daily routine, and Jack was used to it.
Yvette watched quietly, not getting involved, but Eleanor couldn’t wait to ask.
[What does Little Yi think of this Nelson guy?]
[A noble young master experiencing common life.]
[Oh? Why does Little Yi think that?]
Eleanor asked patiently. Watching the three bicker playfully, fragments of memories flashed through her mind.
A familiar scene—she felt like she had seen this before!
…?
She couldn’t recall the details; thinking about it gave her a slight headache.
After failing to piece it together, Eleanor chose to push the frustration aside.
Listening to the girl’s response.
[He’s hanging out with commoners. A proper noble young master would never associate with commoner kids.]
[Any problem, Teacher Eleanor?] Yvette’s tone was cold, as if she harbored a deep-seated disdain for nobles.
But Eleanor, oblivious to the girl’s dislike, eagerly dove into gossip.
[Ever considered taking a noble squire? That boy seems decent enough, and his looks aren’t bad. Doesn’t Yi think about it?]
Eleanor giggled mischievously, and Yvette could almost picture her cheeky expression.
[He seems quite smitten with you, and he looks pretty wealthy. Really not considering it, Little Yi?]
[Teacher Eleanor—!!! Stop teasing me!] The girl pouted, her sword-polishing fingers pressing a bit harder, expressing her displeasure at Eleanor’s matchmaking antics.
Eleanor chuckled, mimicking an old person, stroking her nonexistent beard with an aged air.
[Youth is wonderful. Your lively spirit makes even my corpse feel a bit more energetic.]
[Is Teacher Eleanor very old?] Yvette blinked her beautiful blue eyes, seizing the chance to ask.
[Well, I don’t quite remember. I just know I was stuck in that broken scabbard for three years. Good thing Yi pulled me out, or who knows how much longer I’d have been trapped.]
[So~~ Teacher Eleanor is only three years old?]
[Not three!]
The sword spirit’s voice grew agitated, the blade even trembling slightly.
She seemed particularly sensitive about her age but quickly calmed down.
[Forget it, let’s not talk about that. Let me tell Yi something fun.]
[See that red-haired mage? I have a feeling she definitely likes that Nelson boy. Plus, it’s the classic red-hair-blue-hair combo—practically a match made in heaven!]
Eleanor shared her gossip with enthusiasm.
But the girl didn’t seem to understand.
The spirited sword spirit realized the term “CP” might not belong in this world.
CP could mean many things—spouses, partners, or a duo.
But~~~
Miss Sword Spirit wanted to offer her own take.
[CP is two people who’ll always be together~~.]
[They might bicker now, but I’d bet they’ll definitely get married in the future!]
The sword spirit, who had never been in love, confidently declared, unaware that the girl’s sword-polishing hand had paused.
Yvette nervously clutched the soft cloth, her soft palms sweating slightly from tension.
She looked at the silver sword resting on her lap.
Hesitating, she spoke carefully.
[I have blue eyes, and Teacher Eleanor has red eyes.]
[If red and blue are a CP…]
The girl paused, the gleaming blade reflecting her brilliant indigo eyes.
She gazed at the magic sword, as if she could see the cute little figure hidden within its body.
Having been abandoned before, she cherished everything she had now.
In the end, she didn’t use telepathy.
Lowering her eyes, she opened her mouth:
“Will Teacher Eleanor and I always be together in the future?”
“Will Teacher Eleanor and I always be together too?”
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