Chapter 19: Father’s Love Rival: Bloodthorn Rose Jasmine

Rest days used to be Little Weir’s favorite day of the week, a time for sleeping in, napping, and dozing off. However, ever since he started knight training with his father, rest days had become the most grueling. On school days, he had an hour of formal knight training in the morning and another hour in the evening, with plenty of breaks in between. But on rest days, he had to train all day. Rest days were no longer for rest; they were days of hardship!

Opening his eyes, Little Weir lazily turned over, trying hard to get out of bed, but his body told him the covers were too comfortable and soft. A knocking sound, bang bang bang, came from outside the door. He didn’t need to guess to know it was his devilish younger sister. His father and mother’s knocks were a firm thud thud thud; only his sister, lacking the strength, would pound on the door with her fists.

Sure enough, his little angel’s devilish voice rang out from outside the door: “Brother, wake up! Father wants you to go train! If you don’t get up soon, I’ll suggest to Father that he drink your milk, and I’ll even help you eat your delicious little steak.”

“Oh, my dear sister, your brother is trapped by a monster called a soft bed and can’t break free. Just give me…” Little Weir’s voice trailed off, and Veya called out from outside: “I’ll give you one minute at most.”

“Give me one more day and I’ll get up.” Little Weir seemed to struggle for a moment, setting the time at one day, which made his little angel-devil Veya furiously kick the door.

“My dear sister Veya, the door is very sturdy. If you hurt your little fists or kick your feet, your brother will be heartbroken. If my cute sister is willing to sing a hymn for your brother and break the seal of the soft bed, your brother will be able to get up.” After much hesitation, Little Weir still decided to temporarily leave the warm and comfortable bed. Compared to his sister’s banging, his father’s thudding knock seemed more threatening. While knight training was indeed arduous, and the family’s inherited training method was very incomplete—even after his secondary optimization, it had only reached the level of an intermediate training method, greatly reducing the physical damage—fatigue was unavoidable. Fortunately, he also had the Elementary Muscle and Bone Strengthening Technique; otherwise, it would be hard to say if his thirteen-year-old body could withstand such torment.

No wonder many knights began to appear very weak and aged in middle age, plagued by various illnesses—all consequences of their youth. Although the human body is miraculous, possessing good recovery and self-repair capabilities, permanent damage from excessive development is still inevitable. This is actually very contradictory: to recover the body, sufficient rest must be ensured, yet knighthood is a profession that relies heavily on the body, requiring daily training to keep the body at its peak and even constantly improving. Enhancing physical strength requires tapping into the body’s potential, or even exploiting it, which naturally causes continuous damage to the body.

Should I switch professions?

“Ding~, Apostle, don’t be so arrogant. Do you think combat professions are that easy? As a low-level species that has just evolved from a small monkey to a human, your aptitude is not enough for you to casually choose a profession. The knight profession is a low-level profession suitable for you at present, and it is also the easiest to achieve. The Proxy Spirit has to remind the Apostle again, it’s dawn, please don’t keep dreaming. It’s better to be a little more realistic as a person; you’re no longer a three or five-year-old child.” The Proxy Spirit’s infuriating voice, which could kill without compensation, rang in his ears again. Little Weir’s good mood, which had lasted for a few minutes while he slacked off, was instantly shattered. Is this what his sister’s personality would be like when she grew up? So terrifying!

Compared to the Proxy Spirit, his own sister seemed, should, and probably was much cuter, perhaps three to five times more so. At least her vocabulary wasn’t as extensive, and she wouldn’t systematically mock him like that. His sister only occasionally revealed her mischievous, devilish nature, but the Proxy Spirit seemed to have adopted this as a primary characteristic,

and really enjoyed targeting him like that.

Little Weir, with his sharp ears and keen eyes, seemed to hear a heavy footsteps approaching. He rolled out of bed, quickly and neatly put on his clothes, patted his cheeks to make himself look more energetic, and swiftly opened the door. Little Princess Veya, in a thin blue princess dress with cat-ear hair clips and a cute doll-like face, was let in.

“Stupid brother, your quilt isn’t folded properly.” As if she had discovered some incredible secret, Princess Veya pointed at the messy quilt on the bed and loudly exclaimed.

“Yes, yes, brother is stupid, I’ll fold the quilt right away. Wait, no, today is a rest day, and the weather is so nice, it’s a good time to air out the quilt. Since I’m airing it out, why should I fold it?” Little Weir, who was about to start, noticed his sister’s slightly upturned lips and knew that the devilish side of this little angel was beginning to take over.

“Weir, it’s time to get up. We have a guest today, and we might have to go out later. The training at Rhett’s place will be moved to a different location today.” His father’s voice carried a hint of reluctance and unhappiness. It seemed the so-called guest wasn’t someone his father was particularly pleased with, yet he had to accept their visit. Who could it be?

His father was a very sociable person, and he had never seen anyone who could enter their home but be disliked by him. Well, those allowed to enter were usually welcome people. Of course, this excluded irresistible individuals from the church, city hall, and so on; those couldn’t really be called guests, just strangers.

“Okay, Father, the weather is nice today, I’m going to air out my quilt. This helps with my sleep. Ever since I started knight training, my sleep has been better, I just have trouble waking up.” Little Weir’s words pleased Floret.Declan greatly. Just saying he couldn’t wake up indicated that his control over the training volume was quite good. But was it really so? If it weren’t for the Proxy Spirit’s auxiliary training and the Elementary Muscle and Bone Strengthening Technique aiding his body’s recovery, his future would probably be very grim.

“Child, this is a period of tempering that every knight must go through. As long as you grit your teeth and endure it, you will see a tremendous change in yourself.” Knight Floret.Declan was very satisfied with his son’s progress. One could say that Little Weir was the most outstanding knight apprentice he had ever seen. Now that he had learned a lot of knowledge and could apply it simply, he could completely be called a squire, even though his strength was still a bit weak.

“Alright, my dear son Little Weir, leave the quilt here for now; your mother will take care of it later. Now, go wash up, and then come with me to meet a guest.” Although he might not have been particularly fond of the guest, as a knight, Floret.Declan still paid great attention to etiquette. So, after washing up, Little Weir saw a beautiful woman with fiery red hair, tight-fitting clothes, and a heroic, dashing demeanor in the living room.

“My dear Little Weir, this is my good friend Molly. She is the first female knight of Drak, and today she’s visiting at my invitation. She has agreed to train you for a day. I’ll tell you a secret: Molly is a High-level Knight! You know, there are less than ten High-level Knights in all of Drak City, and Molly is the only female High-level Knight.” Majest.Declan proudly introduced her best friend to her son, and then introduced her son to her best friend: “Molly, this is my adorable Little Weir. Don’t let his young age fool you; he’s a genius in learning, intelligence, and knight training. He’s the most well-rounded little fellow I’ve seen since you.”

“Is that so? I hope, Majest, that your judgment of your son will be more accurate than your judgment of your husband.” Molly’s stature wasn’t particularly tall; in fact, her height was only on par with his mother, Majest.Declan. Her well-proportioned body showed no explosive muscles, yet Little Weir could still feel the powerful aura emanating from her.

“Little Weir, is it? Let me introduce myself, Molly, nicknamed Blood Thorn Rose, a High-level Knight. I’ll tell you another secret: I’m your father’s number one love rival! If it weren’t for the natural advantage of gender, it’s hard to say who Majest would have ultimately chosen. Hmph, a mere useless Elementary Knight actually stole my girlfriend. Floret, I have to say, you really have a way with women.”

Seeing the two stubborn individuals, Little Weir was a bit disoriented. What was going on? His father’s number one love rival was actually a beautiful woman?