Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Chosen Sword Master? Who? Me?

 

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Aurora wailed over her house of cards, and with tears in her eyes, weakly lifted her head to see Lavendia, suddenly changing her expression.

 

“Uwah, Lavendia-chan! Why are you still pressing your shoulders?”

 

“Because you didn’t tell me to stop.” Lavendia replied with an unchanged expression.

 

Aurora shifted her gaze guiltily: “…Um, how long have you been pressing?”

 

Lavendia’s expression remained calm. “…Over 15 minutes, I suppose.”

 

“This, this position should be rested every 2 minutes!”

 

“Lavendia-chan, are you alright?!”

 

Aurora’s sweet and charming voice couldn’t hold steady anymore.

 

She hurriedly pushed the playing cards aside and flashed behind Lavendia, wanting to check the condition of her muscles.

 

Lavendia blinked, so that’s how it was?

 

She had thought this pain was also a necessary part of transformation…

 

This really stumped Aurora.

 

She smiled wryly and tearfully instructed:

 

“Lavendia-chan, when you feel pain you should stop immediately! No matter how urgent the training is, you need to maintain balance between tension and relaxation, take it slowly, understand?”

 

“No matter what it’s for, there’s no need to push yourself so hard! Life is still long, isn’t it?”

 

“Quick, stop and slowly relax! Let me see if your muscles are strained—”

 

“…”

 

Lavendia silently stopped exerting force, letting her painful and somewhat stiff body slowly relax.

 

Once she relaxed, fatigue immediately spread from her shoulders and neck to her fingertips.

 

She hadn’t felt it before, but now that she relaxed, it seemed she could barely lift a finger.

 

Aurora took off her glasses, her pink heart-shaped pupils glowing with a faint red light, seemingly some kind of magical wavelength that Lavendia couldn’t identify.

 

Lavendia instinctively felt somewhat repulsed by this sensation and stepped back half a step: “May I ask what you’re…”

 

“Hmm… hmm? Hmm??”

 

“That’s, that’s amazing…”

 

Aurora ignored her question.

 

She stared seriously at Lavendia’s shoulder, neck, and arm muscles for a long time with a grave expression.

 

Her gaze gradually changed from initial tension and worry to doubt, confusion, surprise, disbelief…

 

Finally, it completely transformed into amazement and appreciation.

 

“…Lavendia-chan, has anyone ever told you before…”

 

“You might be some kind of natural martial arts prodigy, a chosen sword master, or something like that…”

 

“?”

 

Lavendia frowned, showing an expression that said “what nonsense are you talking about.”

 

However, when Aurora looked up again, her gaze at Lavendia had lost all trace of teasing and became particularly serious.

 

She murmured half in admiration and half in emotion: “That old Donald, he really has good luck.”

 

“Perhaps the Grendel family will really produce a once-in-a-century sword genius, who knows.”

 

Lavendia was puzzled: “I don’t understand what you mean.”

 

Aurora didn’t respond directly, but smoothly changed the topic.

 

“Ahem, I’ve finished checking.”

 

“Fortunately, there’s no muscle strain, just some overtraining. I’m sorry, this was due to my oversight. Your teacher promises this won’t happen again.”

 

“Today’s training ends here. Remember to ask your family for some herbs to relieve muscle soreness when you get back, and take a good rest.”

 

Her tone was unprecedentedly serious, making Lavendia feel a bit uncomfortable.

 

Although she didn’t know what had happened, Aurora seemed much more reliable when she became serious.

 

But what did she say about a chosen sword master?

 

Who, me?

 

I just pressed my shoulders…

 

Lavendia’s head was full of questions.

 

But she still slightly bent her knees, stepped back half a step with her other foot, lowered her head, and gave Aurora a respectful curtsy.

 

“Please continue to guide me, Miss Aurora.”

 

Aurora waved at her student who had shown the most talent she had ever seen, and as she turned to leave, she suddenly remembered something.

 

“Oh right, wait a moment, Lavendia-chan.”

 

She flashed back to the sofa and opened the black suitcase she had brought.

 

Inside seemed to be… two dresses?

 

“Remember I said I would help design your gowns for the banquet?”

 

Aurora said: “These are the petticoats I made temporarily, I hope you can try them on.”

 

“…Temporarily…?”

 

She had just had etiquette class in the morning, then lunch time, followed immediately by dance class.

 

She was either sleeping or playing cards, when exactly did she sew these…

 

Aurora handed the suitcase to Lavendia, speaking very quickly.

 

“To get formal wear made before next week’s ball, ordinary tailors and designers wouldn’t make it in time.”

 

“You’ll need to try them on many more times. The bodice, sleeves, neckline, crinoline, and skirt shape all need repeated adjustments.”

 

“It must perfectly fit your figures, amplify your inherent beauty, to let you make the most stunning appearance before the noble families…”

 

“Then there are still details to handle, sewing lace, fringe, ribbons… time waits for no one.”

 

She adjusted her ceremonial hat and smiled sweetly with pursed lips.

 

“So, Lavendia-chan, please take Claire’s dress to her and have her try it on tonight.”

 

“Come wearing this dress to tomorrow’s etiquette class.”

 

Although she didn’t fully understand, the mission objective was very clear.

 

To take the initiative to find Claire and deliver her dress…

 

Lavendia was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

 

“Yes, Miss Aurora.”

 

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When Lavendia left the dance classroom, the sun had just completely set.

 

After the last ray of sunlight retreated into the mountains, the wall lamps in the corridor lit up one by one.

 

They weren’t traditional candlesticks or oil lamps, but golden magic stones at work.

 

In the delicately carved lampshades, magic stones like broken crystals emitted soft and bright light, making people feel very at ease.

 

Lavendia’s steward, Lady Sophia, dutifully waited at the door.

 

Seeing Lavendia come out, she placed her hand on her chest and curtseyed.

 

“Congratulations on completing today’s lessons, Young Lady Lavendia. There’s still some time before dinner begins, do you have any plans?”

 

Lavendia carried the suitcase, she was always accustomed to completing the most difficult tasks first, and this time was no exception.

 

“Do you know where Young Lady Claire is now?” she asked.

 

Sophia was slightly taken aback: “Ah… the maids said Young Lady Claire went to bathe earlier.”

 

“Good.”

 

Lavendia calmly nodded: “I need to bathe as well, the training intensity was quite high, I sweated a lot.”

 

“Ah, I’ve prepared salt water and sweets to replenish your sugar.”

 

Sophia pushed forward the dazzling dessert cart behind her.

 

Lavendia glanced over the various beautifully crafted cakes, puddings, cookies, macarons… everything was there.

 

She picked up the plain salt water and took a few sips, not touching any of the elaborate desserts.

 

“I don’t like sweets that much,” she said.

 

Sophia explained: “Young Lady Claire had afternoon tea in the garden, she instructed the kitchen to prepare a portion for you as well.”

 

“…Is that so.”

 

Recalling the image of a certain twin-tailed young lady giggling as she threw herself into her arms, Lavendia’s fingers tightened on the glass.

 

“No need to prepare anymore in the future,” she said coolly.

 

“Very well…”

 

Sophia observed Lavendia’s expression: “If you’re also going to bathe, I’ll notify them to make preparations, according to Young Lady Claire’s specifications…”

 

“That won’t be necessary either.”

 

Lavendia turned coldly and strode toward the stairs.

 

“Keep everything simple.”