Chapter 264: Lightning Sword Saint's Attendant

Chapter 264: Lightning Sword Saint's Attendant

Becoming the seventh Sword Saint of Jinas didn't change Riezel's life much.

He was only awarded a medal, not a title of nobility, so aside from gaining the honor and the title of 'Sword Saint', nothing else in his life really changed.

After the award ceremony finished, Riezel immediately returned to the Frenzel residence, continuing to accept challenges from many swordsmen as always.

Naturally, the arena outside the Frenzel residence remained as lively as ever, with crowds gathering daily.

However, the only difference was that, from this day forward, there was no longer a young swordswoman challenging Riezel daily.

Lizbeth no longer arrived early every morning to challenge Riezel but stayed by his side, following him wherever he went.

Seeing this, the other swordsmen quickly noticed.

Watching Lizbeth, who now stayed close to Riezel, never leaving his side and patiently waiting while he accepted challenges in the arena without stepping up to fight herself, they exchanged confused looks.

Soon after, they learned a shocking piece of news from one of the Frenzel family's knights.

Lizbeth had become Riezel's attendant after forming an attendant contract with him, which meant she would no longer challenge him in the arena.

"No, Miss Lizbeth! Why?!"

"Y-Y-You... Why did you become someone else's attendant?!"

"If she's not gonna challenge anymore, does that mean we won't get to see Miss Lizbeth's awesome performances in the arena again?"

"DAMN IT! MY YOUTH IS OVER—!!!"

Several male swordsmen, upon hearing the news, wailed on the spot, with some even bursting into tears.

After all, their dream girl was not only no longer stepping into the arena to showcase her 'skills' but had also become someone else's attendant. To make things worse, this 'someone else' was a young, handsome, and powerful man.

Did that mean he could make her do whatever he wanted, any way he wanted?

A group of male swordsmen immediately felt as though their dreams were shattered, their souls crushed, causing them to drop to their knees, unable to get up, looking like devoted fans who had just discovered their favorite idol was married.

Of course, some swordsmen, whether male or female, reacted differently. After learning the news, they looked at Lizbeth with envy and jealousy.

Becoming the attendant of a Sword Saint?

It was an opportunity most swordsmen would kill for!

It couldn't be helped.

Becoming a Sword Saint's attendant was only possible with Riezel, after all.

Other Sword Saints were, in the end, just swordsmen, not magicians, so they couldn't use the magic required for an attendant contract.

Riezel, on the other hand, was both a Sword Saint and a Tactical-Class Magician, so he could easily perform the attendant contract—something other Sword Saints couldn't do.

Given this, Lizbeth becoming Riezel's attendant meant she had a Sword Saint to guide her whenever she needed it.

Wasn't that the kind of opportunity any swordsman would dream of?

At least, many of the more serious swordsmen present couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy and jealousy, causing their minds to race.

'If Miss Lizbeth can become Sir Riezel's attendant, do we stand a chance too?'

Such a thought eventually crept into the minds of several swordsmen.

From their perspective, Lizbeth had likely earned Riezel's attention by challenging him persistently every day and showing exceptional skill and willpower, which led him to choose her as his attendant.

If that was the case, then didn't it mean that if they also continued to challenge Riezel with determination and impressive performances every day, they might have a chance at becoming his attendant and receiving his guidance at any time?

With such a thought, the swordsmen's hearts began to burn with excitement.

As a result, Riezel's arena became even more crowded and lively than before.

"AAAAAHHHHH—!!!"

At the arena outside the Frenzel residence, this scene played out from time to time, always accompanied by laughter.

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Night quietly fell.

In one of the hallways of the Frenzel residence, Riezel and Lizbeth, having finished the day's challenges, were heading in the direction of their rooms.

Riezel was empty-handed, while Lizbeth held a small box full of items in her arms.

"By the way, what's that?"

While walking, Riezel glanced at the box in Lizbeth's arms and asked curiously.

He knew the box was something that hadn't been there before, and he had no idea where Lizbeth had gotten it.

Thankfully, it didn't seem like anything weird or dangerous.

"Um, this was sent over from the palace..."

Lizbeth, still hugging the box tightly, took small steps by Riezel's side and replied obediently.

"It's the personal items I left behind at the palace. Fath—His Majesty had someone pack them up for me and send them over here. I just picked them up from the servant."

"I see..." Riezel nodded in understanding. "Still, you sure don't have a lot of stuff, huh?"

Such a small box couldn't possibly hold more than a few pieces of clothing, yet Lizbeth clutched it as if it contained something incredibly precious.

"Well... these are things I had before I was taken to the palace... They're all from Grandma Mia..." Lizbeth said softly, a small smile forming on her face. "Other than these, nothing else really matters to me."

In fact, along with the box, the royal palace had also sent over many valuable clothes and jewelry—luxurious items she had accumulated during her time as a princess.

However, those things didn't hold much significance to her.

Compared to the fancy dresses that screamed high-end, she preferred the casual clothes she was wearing now.

As for the priceless jewelry, she felt no attachment to it at all.

Only the box, filled with her personal items from before she was taken to the royal palace at the age of seven, held any true value in her heart.

"..."

Riezel was quiet for a moment, then smiled at Lizbeth.

"Well, let me help you organize everything."

Since Lizbeth was now living in the Frenzel residence as Riezel's attendant, her room was right next to his.

However, since her room was still a bit disorganized, even though it was suitable for living, it needed some tidying up if she wanted to unpack and set up her personal items.

For this reason, Riezel offered to help.

"N-No, that's okay! I'll be alright by myself!" Lizbeth hurriedly refused.

'Never let your master handle chores' was a rule Marilyn, her mentor, had taught her as an attendant. Nevertheless, even without Marilyn's teachings, she was someone who didn't like to trouble anyone, especially not the person she served.

Unfortunately for her, Riezel wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Alright, there's no need to be so strict with the rules here." Riezel said lightly. "Besides, you've been carrying that sword and now this box—it's gotta be hard to handle them both, right? Let me give you a hand."

Without waiting for Lizbeth to protest further, Riezel took the box from her.

*Pa!*

Just then, a scroll slipped out of the box and rolled to Riezel's feet.