It seems he is really strong...like crazy strong. I can't stand a chance against him.
"Okay! Okay!" I said as I slowly put down the knife and raised my hands with mana reinforcing my body again. You know, just in case.
"You killed em all?" He asked me.
"Yeh..yeah! I did!"
When I turned back after my response, the man had vanished, and the elf girl had gone missing. I think he took her away. From what I saw, the girl was not afraid of him, so she should be fine.
I'm glad someone was there to take the girl home.
Then, just as I was about to leave after getting off the carriage,
"So you came here by yourself!" The voice was familiar.
Outside, my father was standing.
I should have known better. Busted.
"I'm sorry Father!" I apologized to him.
Father looked around at the dead bodies of the beasts and the slave traders.
Then he let out a sigh and took me home without any words.
He didn't appear to be upset, but the walk was silent and filled with nervousness for me.
Even with my assassination skills, I had a hard time predicting my father's expressions. Perhaps he is wise.
My mother was waiting for us at the door when we arrived, and when she saw me, she smiled and patted my head.
I just slain some people. Why didn't my parents frown? Does this not frighten them?
My mother then patted my back and said, "Eth! Get a good night's sleep. We will talk about what happened in the morning!"
Seriously, now I'm all confused.
...
After what happened, I went to my room later that night and fell asleep.
When I awoke, everything around me appeared to be normal.
It was early in the morning. Mother was already prepared breakfast by that time.
It appears that Alice, Rock, Ron, and Roy were unaware of what occurred the night before.
We ate the breakfasts, and it was quite satisfying, even though I was feeling uneasy about my father and mother's actions.
So I just went along with it.
We all went out to the yard after breakfast for our morning training. You may ask, but our parents were always strict about our trainings.
Father first teaches us about the world, numerical or math, and survival tactics. Following that, we train our bodies with physical exercises, which were known as yoga in my previous life.
We take some time off after lunch, and then we have sparring or combat training with each other, using magic and mana manipulations. Sometimes we meditate and control our mana with the help of my Mother.
Today, it appears that we have combat training. That's what my father said.
So the training continued, and everyone was completely focused on it. We did what we were supposed to do happily.
To be honest, I'm completely into this schedule. If I want to regain my former strength, I need to first understand this world and mana. With this, I can gradually regain the abilities I had in my previous life.
At the same time, I can use the characteristics of this world, as well as the relationship with my own skills and Technique, to strengthen myself. In this world of dominance, only solid strength and potential ideology serve as the foundation for everything.
My parents also taught us in such a way that we could understand everything.
It was time to begin combat training.
Alice, Rock, Ron, and Roy were paired up for training, leaving me alone. Well, I don't mind. I was training by myself. I am comfortable with myself now that my body has been maintained by yoga. Furthermore, I still don't understand why my parents act as if nothing happened after last night.
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