I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 105

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Kiruen found it difficult to contain her affection as she watched Isabel.
‘Oh, she’s so adorable.’
The sight of her struggling to lift that massive Chamado sword was utterly endearing.
At first, she couldn’t even hold it properly and kept losing her balance, tumbling to the ground.
But now, things were different.
“Is this the right way to swing it?”
Whoosh!
Isabel swung the Chamado sword.
Though her form looked awkward for someone wielding a blade for the first time, her adaptation speed to the sword was beyond imagination.
“That’s right!”
Kiruen clapped her hands together with delight.
Internally, she was quite shocked. While Isabel couldn’t master Villorian sword techniques, her body itself seemed naturally gifted.
More precisely, the ‘mana capacity’ inherent within Isabel’s body was beyond comprehension.
‘Her mana efficiency is extremely low.’
But that didn’t matter.
Efficiency was only necessary when squeezing out what little you had.
From Kiruen’s perspective, the mana Isabel possessed was nearly infinite.
So whether she drew it out this way or that way, it made no difference whatsoever.
‘She’s wielding her sword while recklessly expending mana like that, yet she shows no signs of fatigue.’
For Kiruen, it was nothing short of a cultural shock.
After about three hours, Isabel’s clothes were completely drenched in sweat.
Her hair and perspiration clung together, making her golden locks resemble seaweed.
“Huff… huff!”
Isabel breathed heavily, radiating happiness.
At moments like these, she truly felt alive. A body that could breathe this roughly, that could sweat this much—it was wonderful.
Isabel wiped the sweat from her forehead with her forearm and broke into a bright smile.
Then she approached Kaman, who was broadcasting his boredom with his entire being, and spoke.
“It’s way more fun than I expected!”
“…”
Isabel was certain of it.
Seeing her like this now, Kaman must be recalling happy memories one by one.
He must be confronting those beautiful memories he had long forgotten.
“I’m not completely uncoordinated, am I?”
“…”
“Pardon?”
“…”
“Passable.”
Uncomfortable with Isabel’s hopeful gaze seeking praise, Kaman quietly averted his eyes.
Kaman was somewhat confused.
Because he had looked much the same when he first learned to wield a sword.
I craved my biological father’s attention and affection.
‘Father. I did it!’
‘I’m truly enjoying this, Father!’
The forgotten image of my former self surfaced, and my chest ached with sharp pangs.
Yet in truth, I had never once found swordsmanship enjoyable.
Still, I had lied about finding it pleasant. I believed it was the only path through which I could share a bond with my biological father.
‘Why do you go to such lengths for me?’
Kaman thought the same of Isabel.
‘What are you dreaming of, Isabel.’
All we can share between us is Villorian blood.
Why do you deceive yourself and treat me with such tenderness?
Yet looking back, the young Kaman had been the same.
All he could share with his biological father was Villorian blood, yet he yearned for his biological father’s love.
‘Why exactly are you….’
Isabel deeply shook the sensibilities of fifteen-year-old Kaman.
“Is it truly enjoyable?”
“Yes. Truly. My breath is coming in gasps and sweat is pouring down.”
A lie. If you’re struggling so hard, what could possibly be enjoyable about it?
Kaman clenched his teeth and said nothing.
A strange solemnity settled over him.
‘Why such desperation!’
Of course, it was a misunderstanding.
Isabel was truly enjoying herself.
Moving her body with such intensity was itself her longing and her happiness.
“Thank you so much for being with me at this precious moment.”
Precious.
Together.
What could that possibly mean.
“I’m being completely sincere.”
So she hides her burning heart behind that smile and calls the false true.
Why does she speak of joy when there is none, laughing with deception….
Was I not the same.
A great earthquake trembled within the fifteen-year-old’s heart.
“…It’s late. You should go.”
I must send away this mirror of my childhood self.
Otherwise, the past I had worked so hard to deny would crack through and seep out, consuming me.
…Such was the deep and profound sensibility trembling within the fifteen-year-old.
“Will you be with me again tomorrow?”
“I have obligations until tomorrow afternoon.”
“Then I’ll wait until afternoon.”
“….”
I hadn’t mentioned anything about teaching swordsmanship after afternoon.
But those words never made it past my throat.
“…How bothersome.”
Kaman turned away and left.
* * *
Isabel was startled when she returned to the barracks.
‘The shower facilities are this primitive?’
She had to pump groundwater to shower, and the water was bitterly cold.
On top of that, she had to wash using a ladle, which was hardly convenient.
“Let me wash you, Princess.”
“Sure, I’m counting on you.”
However, thanks to Yuri, who could manipulate water spirits, Isabel was able to bathe with ease.
“Bangwul’s here!”
The fairy-shaped Bangwul bowed at the waist before rushing toward Isabel.
With a splash, the shower was finished in no time.
‘Shower’s done! Now I should get some rest.’
Kiruen was already lying on the bed.
She was so tall that her feet poked out from the edge.
“Princess, welcome. Let me sing you a lullaby.”
“Really? That sounds wonderful!”
Isabel dove onto the bed.
It was like diving into a valley.
‘Ahhh, this is real-world fan service!’
I was right to possess this body.
Isabel nestled into Kiruen’s embrace.
Kiruen, already transformed into a doting aunt(?), felt profound contentment.
‘My heart aches.’
How could a child be so pure and innocent?
Could it really be true that this child was living a life with limited time?
Isabel and Kiruen lay side by side, chatting away warmly.
“Really? You just left that wicked man alone?”
“Just left him? I… no, I broke his arm.”
“Pardon?”
She could have sworn she heard something else just now.
Isabel decided it was better not to dwell on it, as a terrible feeling crept over her.
Isabel spoke carefully.
“But… do you think I lack talent in swordsmanship?”
“What? No, not at all. You seemed incredibly talented.”
“Really?”
“Of course. I could truly feel the bloodline of the Vilotian Royal Family flowing through you.”
“Hehe, thank you for saying that. You really are kind, sister.”
“Kind? That’s the first time I’ve heard that.”
I’d heard many words like crude and strong, but kind was something I was hearing for the first time directed at me.
Isabel thought to herself.
‘Kiruen really is a good person.’
On the surface, she was a warrior stronger than anyone, but her heart was genuinely kind and gentle.
‘She even praises me when I’m not doing well.’
From Isabel’s perspective, I lacked talent in swordsmanship.
I never experienced that brilliant flash of clarity in my mind like I did when using magic.
‘So my true aptitude really is magic.’
My magical talent was so overwhelmingly exceptional that my swordsmanship seemed to pale in comparison.
Meanwhile, Kiruen thought to herself.
‘She simply cannot learn the Vilotian sword technique, but if we’re talking purely about swordsmanship talent, she’s practically a genius. Yet there’s not a trace of arrogance in her.’
At that level, she should have realized her own talent in swordsmanship?
How could someone so young—only eight years old—be so humble?
Isabel and Kiruen held different thoughts, yet both smiled brightly.
“Sleep well, Princess.”
“You too, sister Kiruen….”
Exhausted from the day, Isabel fell asleep almost immediately.
Kiruen patted her back gently for a long while.
* * *
Man Karp, the brigadier general and vice-commander of the Jirdel Base Camp, was in a foul mood.
“This isn’t some neighborhood dog house. Anyone and everyone just waltzes in.”
The Prince and Princess—outsiders by any measure.
He despised how Biatone and Kiruen had entered the base camp and caused a commotion, and he equally detested how the soldiers fawned over the Princess like dogs singing “What a magnificent Princess,” worshipping her every move.
And the sight of the Princess he’d glimpsed by chance at the training grounds earlier was not merely ridiculous—it was pathetic.
‘If she’s been holding a sword since age one, she must have trained for at least eight years.’
Man Karp was an exceptional individual who had risen from common soldier to commander.
A man of humble origins who had ascended to quasi-nobility, a soldier whose abilities were undeniably outstanding. Recently, he had caught the eye of the Sword Forest Academy and been appointed as vice-commander of the base camp.
‘Her level was barely comparable to what I achieved in three years of training.’
The Princess and Man Karp had started from entirely different places.
Of course, it was publicly known that the Princess did not study swordsmanship, but Man Karp did not believe that story.
She had not learned the Vilotian sword technique, but it was certain the Princess had trained fiercely in swordsmanship from childhood with every resource available to her.
‘With such a head start, and yet she’s only reached this level?’
The Princess’s skill was an achievement that ordinary children with average talent could reach by five or six years old.
At eight years old, such ability could not be called genius by any measure, and it was fitting that the Royal Family had announced “the Princess does not study swordsmanship.”
‘A child who has accomplished nothing in swordsmanship, has zero practical combat experience, and possesses such mediocre sword skills—does she truly deserve the Mugunghwa Medal?’
His fists clenched tightly.
Man Karp, who had clawed his way up from commoner origins through endless hardship to reach this position, felt not merely bewildered but a fury rising within him.
I slammed my fist on the desk with a thunderous bang.
‘To bestow the Mugunghwa Medal upon a half-baked royal who hasn’t even mastered swordsmanship properly! What mockery is this!’
But then, a strange voice echoed from behind me.
“That’s right. You’ve ascended to the rank of brigadier general, yet you haven’t received a single medal.”

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