The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration

e tomorrow came, he’d swing this sword alone once again.

‘Right, I should just try to do as much as I can today.’

He felt apologetic towards Rosetta as her sleep was disturbed in the middle of the night, but he wanted to spar as much as he could.

For the sake of familiarizing his body with this sensation.

However, his body wouldn’t cooperate with him properly.

As he was trying to practice a better flow to the movements of his arm while turning the sword in his hand, Cassion grimaced at the sudden pain that flared up.

“Ugh.”

“What’s wrong?”

Rosetta had been watching from some distance away, but the moment she heard his faint groan, she approached him in surprise.

“No, I’m fine.”

Cassion shook his head and hid his hand behind his back.
Of course, there’s no way Rosetta believed him.

“What do you mean, no? Let me see.”

One pale hand grabbed the man’s wrist and dragged it back forward.

When the sword was left to fall to the ground and she opened his palm, one glance was all it took to see just how full of wounds his hand was.

Without a word, Rosetta stared at Cassion’s hand for a while.

Rough, unseemly hands.
Unlike her own pale, delicate hands.

“…You’re bleeding.”

“This is nothing.
I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.”

A stern voice immediately answered him, as if rebuking the bluff he tried to stick with.

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Rosetta let out a short sigh and let go of the sword in her own hand.

“That’s enough for today’s training.
Since it’s like this, you should take tomorrow off as well.”

“No, but—”

“You have to.
Listen to me.”

A cold voice cut off the man mid-sentence.

Cassion looked down at his hand for a moment, then he, too, let out a shallow sigh as he nodded.

After this, Rosetta took out a handkerchief and wiped his injured palm gently.

Every time the smooth, soft cotton cloth touched his wounds, Cassion’s nape turned red.

“The knights don’t spar with you, do they?”

Her golden eyes remained directed at the palm of his hand as she spoke.

“Then, it’s better for you to take a nap.”

“What?”

“Take a nap instead, then meet me at night to spar with me.
I’ll fight you.
Ah, actually, scratch that.
Why don’t you just skip training there altogether?”

“What…?”

Chuckling at the second time he asked the same question, Rosetta lifted her gaze slightly, and so their eyes met.

“You don’t have to stick around there if they’re not teaching you properly.
It’s a waste of your time.
Why don’t you just come and train here at that time? Leave it to me.”

“But if I do that, they’ll have a worse impression.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.
Our goal is something else entirely anyway.
Besides, once you’re officially appointed as an escort knight, then you’ll never have to see them again.

Rosetta was right.

The moment he was appointed as an escort knight, he would no longer need to train with the other knights.

Even if he were to bump into them occasionally, he wouldn’t be looked down on any longer since he’s secured himself a position.

However, what he cared about was something else.

“Not me.
They’ll have a worse impression of you.”

Beneath the quiet sky, Rosetta blinked at those calm words.

“Me?”

“Yes.
If I do something wrong, I don’t want anyone to condemn you for bringing me in.”

It was a voice that held no embarrassment.

This guy, really.
How flustering.

Dazed, Rosetta blinked a few more times, then she took the man’s injured hand and began to chuckle.

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“…Hahaha.”

It was a short, cheerful peal of laughter.

Rosetta held Cassion’s hand for a long while and laughed to herself.
Gradually, she stopped laughing and shook her head.

“That’s what I like about you.
I like that you’re good-natured.
But you know, I don’t really care about something like that.”

Still filled with mirth, her voice flowed through her red lips.

She grinned and whispered.

“I like people who are nice, but I’m not interested in being nice myself.”

The hushed voice contained not one ounce of falsehood.

 

* * *

 

The two sat side by side on a small hill.

Two wooden swords were down on the ground, and one muddy shawl was stretched out like a rag.
The night sky, to which they were looking up at, was still beautiful.

“How’s your magic training going?”

“Not bad, I think.
It’s just… I have no clue how to use it practically in a real situation.”

Cassion was training his magic every single day.

House Valentine was a knight’s family, so there were no magic teachers here.
The only teachers he had now were books.

Rosetta glanced at Cassion’s side profile, listening to the insecurity in his words.

“Don’t worry.
Among all the people I know, you’re the best genius out there.”

“…Is that something you saw in the future you foretold?”

“Yes, it’s in the future that I saw.”

“Then why did I die? If I’m such a genius.”

It’s because he’s a good-natured genius.

And a weak-willed genius as well—that was the answer.
However, Rosetta chose to say something else instead of the truth.

“Probably because you never met me?”

It was a playful tone.

So, Cassion had to know that it was a joke.

However, he didn’t say anything back.

He knew it’s a lie, but on the other hand, it sounded like the truth.

Really, the night sky was beautiful.