Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Just before the break of dawn, the darkest and coldest time of the early morning, Eileen suddenly opened her eyes. Ever since awakening her Force, waking up at the exact time she desired had become an incredibly simple task. Moreover, today marked a new beginning in her life, and the thought of indulging in laziness didnt cross her mind at all.

Ill see you at the training ground at dawn tomorrow, recalled Logans words as she reaffirmed her will, prompting her body to respond immediately. She rose from her bed to check her condition and soon changed into a simple martial outfit.

Her gaze then briefly lingered on the plain armor set aside in the corner of the room. Guess this is the only armor that fits a ladys physique for now. I shall continue to train with this one for the time being. It was a suit of armor notably smaller compared to those worn by the larger-built knights. While it was equipment Logan had bought for her during a brief stopover in a city en route to the MacLaine estate, it couldnt exactly be praised for its quality. The only redeeming feature was the modification that allowed her to don the heavy armor by herself.

However, the thought of beginning her new life with this very equipment strangely endeared it to her. Im counting on you, Eileen bid the armor a greeting as one would to a friend and skillfully equipped it.

In a mere 30 minutes, from arising to grabbing her sword and leaving the room, Eileen was ready. The anticipation of her new life seemed to lighten her step.

What path will Lord Logan show me? She pondered her future training, the kind of knight she would become, and Logans swordsmanship that overwhelmed her with the simplest of movements. Could she learn it too? Her heart fluttered with excitement, sweeping away even the fatigue from her travels.

Upon arriving at the training ground, she was met with loud murmurs:

A woman?

So the rumors were true?

Huh, what is his lordship thinking this time

In front of the disrupted knights, Eileen faced the challenge she had expected.

Good heavens, it is indeed true, sighed Padric, burying his head in his hands while Eileen faced a predictable barrier.

Father, I have no intention of making light of this matter, she stated resolutely.

Yes, I was hoping it was a joke, muttered Padric, wishing his sons statement was not serious.

Absolutely not, Logan countered firmly, making Padric sigh and look back at his eldest son.

Logan, shes a woman. Theres never been a female knight in the history of our kingdom!

Father, she is not just any woman; she is one who has awakened her Force. We are in a situation where we must recruit any talented individuals we can. Arent over half the knights standing here originally from other families? Whats the issue if shes a woman?

You insane fool, shes even your betrothed! Are you really planning to train your fiance to become a knight?!

Yes.

Ugh

Seeing the firm determination in his sons eyes, Padric eventually raised other concerns.

The current training of the MacLaine knights is far harsher than any other order. No matter how talented she may be, it is too much to bear for a woman, especially an aristocrat

Ha

Padric would probably change his mind if he ever faced off against an imperial female knight.

Recalling a past life memory, Logan sighed, only to be interrupted by a sudden exclamation.

I can do it too!

A high-pitched yet strong-willed voice rang out, drawing the attention of everyone gathered at the training ground.

Please erase any doubts that women cant do it. Ill show you!

Eileens emerald eyes burnt fiercely with determination. Logan believed that everyone present could feel the intensity of her spirit. And with that confidence, he could make another promise:

Should the lady fail in her training, I too shall no longer stand by my claims.

Padric, with a grave face, was unable to make a quick decision. After a long moment, the stubborn knight reluctantly nodded.

Very well, I will temporarily allow the lady to join.

Eileen gritted her teeth and reinforced her resolve once more at the word temporarily. But a half day later, she found herself trembling on the ground, the pride that she had brought to training now reduced to shivering.

These bastards must be crazy.

The training had started with a 30km run around the outskirts of MacLaine Town, bearable at first. But when told to carry rocks while climbing cliffs, it all seemed like madness.

What kind of knightly order does such training?

The MacLaine knight orders training was leagues beyond what she could have imagined. As much as she had idolized knights and knew about their training, MacLaines regime was beyond her imagination. Only by scraping the bottom of her Force was she barely able to avoid falling behind.

If these people arent insane

Maybe Ive been looking at the world too lightly.

Feeling disheartened, she forced herself to look around. The other knights were sprawled around her, clearly fatigued yet none as utterly drained as she was. And annoyingly, some of them were even weaker in Force than her.

This fact touched upon an old trauma.

Because they are men

And because Im a woman, am I weaker?

No! Its just that Im lacking in training!

Its not because shes a woman. She would prove that to herself.

Suppressing her bleak thoughts, her will fueled her to rise. Her body, which seemed to have reached its limits, moved once more, albeit forcefully.

Ugh

Trembling hands slowly regained their hold, and she began to loosen her tense muscles. Had she passed out, the recovery alone would have taken hours. It was necessary to ease her muscles now for tomorrows sake.

Just then, a familiar voice reached her.

You seem to be handling it better than expected.

Of course Lord Logan!

Eileen automatically responded before fully realizing the owner of the voice.

Fortunate, as it seems I shall be able to keep my promise.

Naturally.

Any regrets?

Yes.

What?

I regret not having undergone proper training before now.

Laughing at her response, the man with the crimson eyes smiled again.

Should I expect more from you going forward?

As much as you like.

It wasnt just defiance this time. Something about Logans crimson gaze conveyed a profound expectation.

As if a woman could be a knight!

Her dream, always met with scorn and obstruction, now had someone rooting and looking forward to it.

That in itself was enough reason to keep going.

A week later.

Logan smiled from a distance as he watched the knights who had completed their physical training move on to practice the Iron-blood Sword. More precisely, he couldnt help but smile at the sight of one particular knight, who seemed much smaller than the others, grunting and struggling to learn the basics of the Iron-blood Sword.

Shes adjusting well.