Chapter 538: Good Job Holding It In

Chapter 538: Good Job Holding It In



Northern leaned above the window, watching as the lady moved.

Her movements were gentle...n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Well, in his opinion, they felt too gentle.

'She's thinking too much...'

As much as it was very important for a warrior to articulate their thoughts during combat, especially when they are executing delicate combat styles, Northern, from experience, also felt that some things should be left to instincts and muscle memory rather than thought patterns and calculation.

Of course, his own existence was a cheat. Every reflex, every sharp, quick, and unconventional moment he had gained in this moment was a result of the link of his body to his clone.

At the early stages of his swordsmanship journey, he was no different from a squire barely able to swing a broom correctly.

But because of the enforced muscle memory that he received after his clones returned to him, his abilities leaped bounds after bounds until there was not much his clones could contribute to him.

At least not enough to hurt him.

Hence, Northern found himself relying more on the instincts of his body gathered from experience rather than thinking too deeply.

"Being in a real battle won't give you that much time to think."

The girl suddenly flinched as the wind blew slightly stronger than before.

Northern's landing was soft, like a leaf gently, swayingly, touching the paved ground.

She aimed her sword at Northern with a wary gaze darkening in her eyes.

"Who are you?"

Northern shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm in a good mood, so I decided to help. I'm a great swordsman; I'm sure I can be of help to you and also learn from you."

The girl's composure shifted slightly; she raised her chin, looking down at Northern with a demeaning light glowing in her eyes.

"That's not what I asked you. Who the hell are you?"

However...

'What the fuck was that condescending gaze? You should be lucky I'm willing to let this pass.'

That look the girl gave him, like he was some cockroach, did not go unnoticed.

"You are still not answering the question. Who are you?"

'Please, please, please, please, I don't want to kill her. Northern, you must not kill her. Northern, you must not kill her. Lael, you must not kill her. Rian, Artemis! Don't you dare lay your hand on that girl!'

"You are still silent." She was as persistent as a mosquito, glaring at Northern with a fierce look in her eyes.

Northern felt his grip on his patience slipping away as the girl persistently stared at him with that rude and condescending expression.

He smiled, closing his eyes, the veins on his forehead seeming to pop out.

"I am a guest. I really have done something wrong. You must be someone important to the governor, and touching you would mean being rude to the governor, who is helping us right now. So, I shouldn't touch you, right? Right?"

On the second 'right', Northern's eyes flew wide open, his eyeballs dilated, glinting with a cold and dangerous light.

The girl hurried back several steps in a breath, her expression instantly crumbling to one of extreme fear and terror.

Her bountiful chest rose and fell like a breathing mountain, and goosebumps crawled on her skin like a thousand tiny snakes were walking on her at the same time.

Before she could say anything, however, the man before her was gone.

The curtain of the window just happened to flutter outside and danced for a moment as if a strong gust of wind passed through.

The lady, still paralyzed by the fear she felt and unable to make sense of it, stared down with

puzzled, widened eyes, panting.

'What? What? What was that?'

Northern, meanwhile, slumped on his bed, burying his face into the sinking mattress.

"That was a close one. I did well holding it in."