Let me be a mob! - Chapter 58- Origin?

From the public’s perception, Amanda the student council head belongs to a commoner’s family who has been raised as an orphan and now she was a self-dependent woman who has a goal to pursue.

She’s a source of inspiration and a figure whom people use as an example of greatness. She not only has won the role of Council President through her sheer talent but also no one, not a single existence in the students’ body dared to challenge her and beat the said girl.

Her sword skills were flawless and beautiful to the point, people find it hard to believe that she was not someone who has been trained under elite tutelage, the types who teach the royal family.

Such acknowledgment is what makes Amanda different from the norm. A peculiar sheep out of the herd and an entity who was destined to shine like the pole star in the upcoming future.

But in actuality, those assumptions were wrong and Amanda indeed has learned under a team of cold-blooded warriors who have lived their life only to serve their nation. Amanda has talent and there was no lying to say that to become what she is now, Amanda has forged her body countless times to hone her skills into that perfection.

She was not forced but her own desire led Amanda on the path of absolute supremacy. The reason her thought process never let Amanda settle at constant was the title she carries with her name.

Princess Amanda Ael Bellanhine.

She’s the first princess of the northern country and the person who has taken the responsibility to once again push her country to its glory in the future.

But the fact that she was a princess and it was her ancestor’s technique which I just uttered, raised the red bell inside her head before her sword found my throat.

“Before I kill you, tell me where you heard about it?”

The glint in her eyes spoke more truth than her action and any stupid joke here, which I dearly wanted to say, I knew Amanda would not stop before she dies or kills me. A wrong step and we would be engaged in a death battle, and at my current stage, there was a high chance of me falling before her.

“Ummm…how about you shift your gaze slightly and look at my hair for a moment?”

After a quick glare, she, fortunately, didn’t ask silly questions nor behaved reluctantly before shifting her gaze toward my mane.

The cautiousness in her gaze instantly faded as a mixture of what could be described as utter disbelief and astonishment marred her expression, providing me with some space to breathe comfortably.

Her blade trailed back with her gaze not wavering even for a second from my mane. The shocked front of the previously aggressive princess stems from the fact I, an adopted child of Count Arkum Carter was actually a fallen high noble who should have ceased from existence.

The shine of my hair under the moonlight was proof of my peculiar bloodline.

Reincarnated as a person who was not a part of the story I read in my past life, definitely forced me to do some research, more so when I was explicitly told that I was an adopted child.

It didn’t take me long to connect the dots and my potential bloodline branches toward the North and thus here I was, taking advantage of my magical hair. Hehe.

“It can’t be… You…how…”

“Before you fall into denial, let me tell you something. I don’t remember a single thing about my birth parents. No face, no name. Just there was a diary which my adoptive father gave me on my twelfth birthday, which told me about sword art and some notable points about my origin.”

I lied about the diary part since I knew other than that, Amanda would not believe in anything. My mane indeed indicates that I belong to the first nobles of the northern kingdom Ballenhine who perished two decades ago, but other than that I had no solid evidence.

I could only lie and let Amanda decide whether my words were credible or not.

Amanda was surely cornered as well since even the name of the sword art the royal lineage follows was taboo to utter outside the family. Blasphemy could lead to execution. There was a certain reason why so, but I still have not complete knowledge. So im conclusion it was given that my knowledge about sword art stems from deeper roots.

“But how do you know I belong to Bellanhine.”

“…”

Crap.

I didn’t have prepared an answer for this since I think the shock of my magic ass hair would lead to an easy pass. The fact that only the original lineage of Bellanhine had this special hair meant Amanda didn’t possess them but I did…shouldn’t this have been enough?

I could not tell her that I read it from my (imaginary) diary since the chronology of events wouldn’t allow the writer of the said diary to know the birth of Amanda.

(A/N: – Like if he says the person wrote in the diary about Amanda then it must be that they were present at the time of Amanda’s birth which was impossible, since two decades ago, all the original lineage disappeared.)

Lost in choices, I advanced toward her, my left hand approaching her face before taking the strands of free-fallen hair between my fingers and tugging them behind her cute ear as I spoke in a whispering tone.

“I apologize for secretly keeping an eye on you President which led me to witness the beauty you behold in your swords art. Excuse my insolence but President is charming enough to draw any young man’s attention and I was no different.”

I was never a sweet talker but my ex-girlfriend(the one from my previous life) told me that my untruths never feel like I am lying at all. I feel wrong playing with emotions, more so when she had such profound blush across her face but to increase the percentage of my survivability, I need to gain her favor.

The radiance in her eyes shifted toward a tamer shade which was what I needed. And the words which flowed out of her lips were everything I could have asked for.

“I…will teach you.”

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(Rena’s POV:)

‘The fuck.. someone training right now…? ‘

It was a general occurrence for me to let loose for some time after dinner and practice some moves I have yet to master. The schedule of my training was never fixated just like my mom but recently I have been doing regular sessions twice a day.

Reason?

Jin Carter. That bastard has been on my mind even before this Academy since someone on the favorite list of my mom was definitely a person worthy of my attention.

And now that I have seen how large the gap he has created between us by showcasing his dominance over Fenrir…I had to work harder in order to become a better version of myself and defeat Jin fair and square.

But this late at night, I never thought I would meet someone in the public gymnasium which was free to be used anytime, taking my previous sessions’ experience into account.

No one was a battle head like me in the academy, which was a sad part but today I unexpectedly saw a familiar face using his batons to destroy the training dolls one after another.

It was Aiden.

His upper body was drenched in sweat with his sleeves shirt giving a whole lot of exposure, nearing to draw some blood out of my nose. His concentration on his targets was admirable and so were his techniques which might not be polished but held enough strength to make me whistle slightly.

“Rena…?”

Of course, he would have sensed me. In the first place, I didn’t try to hide my presence.

“You venting or something this late? I mean some nobles might become a nuisance sometimes but to the point…”

“Nothing sort of that. I am just…trying to improve myself.”

Walking toward him, I let go of the shrug I had over my shoulders which left me with a sleeveless bodysuit. I mean it’s comfortable and all but the eroticism was high as well. Thankfully Aiden was not some lecher who stared at me more than a quick glance.

“Any recent motivation since this is the first time I am seeing you here.”

I kinda knew why Aiden has been this serious since morning and why he was more determined about his training than ever. After what we saw last night, I could barely imagine anyone not getting shaken up.

“What about you, Rena? What is your motivation to spend your sleeping hours in the gym?”

He asked with a smirk, which brought a grin across my lips as well before I pulled my favorite pair of daggers from their cover as I proposed a better idea than a verbal conversation.

“Why don’t you find out?”

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