My Fiancée Hates Me novel Chapter 42

My injuries quickly healed within a few days. The bruises were slightly noticeable by then.

Instructor Gills left our class for self-studies until the sports festival. I assumed it was for training herself. At the same time, the special event where I would face off against Instructor Gills became hot news from posters of the bout being seen all over campus.

"Arielle! You are facing Instructor Gills?" Charlotte asked as she badgered me early in the morning three days after I challenged Instructor Gills.

"It just so happened."

"Isn't this a bit rash?" Charlotte said worriedly.

"I will be fine."

I will be fully recovered with two more days of rest. Afterwards, I will go back to intense training.

"Still, it is a special event, right? I hope that you will let me help you with your attire and makeup."

"It is not a ball, Charlotte. I going to battle."

"A girl should still look her best at all times."

The sports festival was suddenly under its way. I was exempted from doing any particular event for my class for the main event.

I was soon dressed in a silver breastplate armor with my midriff showing, a long double slit maroon colored skirt with silver faulds on the sides, sabatons, greaves, poleyn, cuisse, and matching silver gauntlets on both arms.

I felt awkward about my midriff and my thighs being shown, but they offered the most access to movement compared to other armors that I was presented with. I tied my long hair high up and tied up the metal headpiece over my head.

Before I headed into the arena, a long shadow was waiting for me at the end of the hall.

"Are you here to stop me, Your Highness?" I asked him.

He simply kept his arms folded and his back leaned against the wall and turned his head slightly towards me.

"...I suppose that you do not need any words of encouragement?" he asked with a worried look on his face.

After his confession, he had left me alone for a while. Only now does he show up. I liked how he respected my space. That has not changed since our first lives.

"It won't be long," I answered with a smile as I walked past him.

The arena was a five-foot-high stage with a diameter measurement of eighty-six meters across and fifty-four meters wide.

I was the first to arrive onto the prepared stage before Instructor Gills.

Loud cheering erupted from the stage when Instructor Gills appeared with her form fitted breast breastplate and her even more revealing clothes.

She licked her lips before she said, "This will be fun."

The announcer blew their whistle.

Instructor Gills suddenly took the first slash. I jumped back and missed by a hair. She came back with another slash from the other side. The second incoming slash had scratched my breastplate. I quickly jumped back four large steps.

"That sword doesn't have a blunt edge..."

"Oh? You noticed?"

"That is a clear violation of the rules," I said.

"You won't turn me in, won't you?" Instructor Gills said.

"...No."

"I thought so!"

She came at me again. This time she was more aggressively attacking me. Our continuous bout consisted of me constantly on the receiving end of her attacks. My blunt sword was slowly becoming chipped from my rough handling.

"Why do you detest me Instructor Gills? Ever since I walked in, you have always gone out of your way to heavily discipline me."

"I hate pretty girls like you born with status and people that love you. You yourself do not realize how privileged you are and that incurs the hate of every female around you. It's only natural that some of us want to see your destruction!"

I suppose this is why Kaya Ouchi and so many people targeted me. Honestly, it could have been anyone. It did not have to be Instructor Gills, Randall, or even Kaya Ouchi. My whole existence was a liability.

I am a burden...I was a burden to Erik. That is why I cannot forgive myself for being a burden to him a second time.

"I'm sorry," Prince Erik mouthed to me.

I tossed my broken sword aside and left the stage. This was probably the most unwanted victory I ever received...

The next day, I met Instructor Gills on her way to depart in her horse drawn carriage.

"Are you here to laugh at me?" she asked.

I handed her a letter.

"It is a letter of recommendation to a place a bit far from here. The pay is a bit lower, but they will not mind background checks," I said.

"I do not need your pity!" she screeched at me.

"It is not pity. They are in desperate need for teachers there," I said.

"Why would you give me this chance after everything?" she asked.

"I don't think that you are a bad teacher, Instructor Gills...Out of every teacher I had ever had, I probably learned the most from you. You were the only one to correct my posture, fix the way I held a sword, and taught me about endurance and being strong. Those were all things all of my other instructors feared to do because of my background. The next time that you will be teaching, surely there will be many students in favor of you as well."

"I hated that you looked naive...A young girl studying under Knights. Someone weak looking like you would just get destroyed under men," she said as she grabbed my face. "Someone wanted me gone as much as they wanted to hurt you. They switched my sword before the match and threatened to reveal my secrets to the world if I did not continue. Remember that not everyone is as sweet and forgiving as you are..."

"Instructor Gills, good luck on your next ventures," I answered her with a smile.

I received a kiss upon my forehead for some reason.

"Weak people like us only have the option of putting a brave face."

Instructor Gills made her exit and waved me goodbye.

I do not think that Instructor Gills was the one who prepared the sword. There just was no reason for her to risk her career to tell me that kind of lesson. She came to tell me that there are other people wanting to see my downfall.

Most likely, someone switched her sword out for a real one and made it so that she would lose to me...