I am Logan McLain. I am pleased to meet you for the first time, Count Floyd.
Ha-ha, just as I heard, a young man full of vigor. Right, take a seat.
Count Floyd greeted Logan with a bright smile, his face framed by blond hair and sharp features. Even though Logan felt slightly burdened by Floyds probing gaze scanning him from head to toe, the goodwill reflected in his eyes mitigated that pressure. Logan bowed his head lightly and took a seat opposite the Count, as suggested.
Is it true youre leaving the capital right away?
Yes. I must return now. My business here is done, and Ive left my domain unattended for too long.
Of course, that makes sense. A lord must prioritize his realm
Count Floyds expression subtly shifted as his voice trailed off, and he hesitated before continuing.
However
Yes?
To be blunt which of my daughters qualities caught your fancy?
The question came without warning, though fortunately, it was one that Logan had anticipated and he was quick to respond without being flustered.
She is beautiful and considerate, with superb swordsmanship that I could not have imagined. She fits my ideal perfectly.
While the ideal was fabricated on the spot, Logan was proud of his perfect execution of the expression and tone he had practiced.
Swordsmanship? Oh, well, yes, my daughter is indeed pretty. Ha-ha.
Probably a mishearing. The Counts expression revealed his disbelief, and Logan emphasized his point once more.
Lady Eileen is extremely attractive. Especially, Im sincerely amazed at the extent to which she has trained in swordsmanship, despite being a woman.
All this was groundwork for the ultimate goal of his visit, yet the Counts reaction was lukewarm.
Are you serious, lad?
Yes. Is there a problem?
No, not at all. Ahem. To think that ha-ha.
As Count Floyd forced a chuckle, there was a knock on the door.
Father, its Eileen.
Her voice came from beyond the drawing room, and Count Floyd threw Logan a brief glance before replying.
Ah, come in.
The door, beautifully adorned with elegant patterns, creaked open to reveal Eileen dressed in plain gray military attire.
Eileen! Now is not the time for
Lady Eileen, its been a while. You look as beautiful as ever.
What are you, ah ahem, hm?
Caught off guard by his daughters appearance, Count Floyd hesitated in his speech.
You flatter me, Sir Logan. Its good to see you.
Watching the two young people exchange pleasant smiles, Count Floyd took a seat with a complex expression on his face.
Mmm. Even in those garments, our girl does look pretty. But had she dressed formally, she would be even more
Father, theres something I need to tell you.
Oh, Ive been listening to Logan all along. Its a matter of the familys honor, but if you both wish to be engaged, Id be delighted. Finally, a gentleman has appeared who can truly appreciate my daughters charms fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
But before the Count could finish, his daughter, with a stern expression, let out an unexpected proclamation.
I intend to go to McLains domain as a knight, before becoming Logans betrothed. I hope for your consent.
His daughters firm words sent waves of shock through the Count.
Whatwhat nonsense is this! Logan, dont mind her ranting. She says these things sometimes. Just a wild dream
I agree to this arrangement.
What?
While the Count struggled to defend(?), he was caught off-guard by the arrival of an unexpected ally.
As Ive said, Lady Eileens talent is too precious to waste simply because she is a woman. I want to help her realize her dream as her fianc and as a fellow knight.
Confused by this utterly unforeseen situation, Count Floyd switched his gaze back and forth between his daughter and the suitor, frowning deeply.
Father, please give your consent. With Sir Logan, I will be able to achieve the future you desire for me, as well as the one I want for myself.
His daughters plea steadied his wavering gaze, yet the eyes that met his daughters determination werent reflecting a positive emotion.
Nonsense! A knight? A knight, of all things?! If I had known youd speak such ridiculous words, I never would have let that man enter our home!
Count Floyd, yelling and pointing at Logan, his face red with rage, didnt retain any trace of the previously convivial atmosphere. But such a reaction had been anticipated and couldnt unsettle the two individuals standing before him.
Count, Lady Eileen has talent. Exceptional talent, and moreover, she wishes to cultivate it. Dont you want your daughters happiness? If so, please permit it. I will cherish and support her together.
Happiness? Hap Happiness!? Dont even dream of it! My daughter will never do such a terrible thing! How dare you consider such a vile act for my daughter!
What?
Father?
The Counts baseless rant left them both momentarily speechless.
At a young age, she lost her mother and swung her sword to forget her sorrow!
Wait?
Swordsmanship was merely her way of dealing with emotions! To a tender and gentle girl like her, youd consider offering her the life of a knight, taking lives just because she has a bit of talent? Never would I permit such a thing!
Knighthood wasnt necessarily about taking lives
But before that, gentle? Tender? Who is he talking about?
The backstory is certainly tragic, but resorting to swordsmanship to vent stress
Many thoughts sprang to mind, but Logan found himself unable to speak out. The strong paternal affection in the Counts roaring voice made him hesitate. On the other hand, Eileen looked pained as she listened to her fathers outburst.
Her own father led a group of knights and was a powerful noble who would certainly recognize the worth of his daughters talent, awakened since she was but twelve.
If only you had been a son
Thats why he felt regret, and thats why he opposed the idea of her wielding a sword.
A man doesnt want a woman stronger than himself. Child, I want you to find happiness as a woman. Like your mother.
While she understood her fathers sentiment, she couldnt accept it.
Our daughter, do not live confined as I did. Live freely. Promise me youll do everything youve ever wanted, alright?
With her mothers last words in mind, words she couldnt dare share with her father now lost to her, Eileen took a step forward.
Father. Should I just not marry, then?
What?
Should I give up on those unfruitful marriage negotiations and simply stay home waving a sword? Shall I grow old in this house as a spinster ghost holding a sword?!
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