The Return of the Female Knight

Chapter 1: The reason why I live

" Yes, haa..haa..."

He's out of breath. He felt his life drifting away.

But he can't give up. It couldn't end like this.he knelt on the floor, and he leaned against his sword to push his body up. Please, just a little more....

In front of him stood the man who killed father , and his brother and hung their corpses on the wall as a spectacle of everyone .Not only that . because she, her sister, who was as beautiful and delicate as a small bird, had been violated and died a miserable death.

He had endured this living hell to survive this moment alone, all of it so that he could stab the enemy's neck with his own hands.

Yet, even with that goal in sight, He did not have the strength to hold his sword, He wished he could drag it down with him, for he was not afraid of death. as he struggled teaching the sword with all his might, he heard slow footsteps coming towards him, and a cold voice echoed in the air.

"A bitch like you did well to this extent ."

the sound of footsteps did not stop until they came to him.before he realized it, he saw two sturdy legs

standing upright and even in the lower field of vision . as he struggled to raise his head up, his dim eyes reflected his tall figure.

at first glance, he was a middle-aged man with an intimidating muscular body and a shabby beard, but he still looked charismatic.

But the man's left arm had been cut off.Blood continued to flow from his wound, but his condition was much better compared to the condition of his mother,From the loss of one arm, the price to be paid was much greater.

The woman was one of the best female swordsmen in the world for decades.However, she could not cope with the fact that the man was hailed as a genius.

His entire body was almost ragged and the floor was covered with blood.However, his eyes were glaring at him with killing spirit, as if he did not care about his injuries.

"By my hand ... I will.kill you..."

"It is impossible .Even if you are reborn, the result will not be different ."

He clenched his teeth.The man stole everything he had.He would never forgive him.

aaaaah!

He jumped up and ran towards her with his sword.

urks!

With a terrifying sound, one sword tore through his throat.

as the last moment of his life passed by very slowly.beyond his eyesight trembled, faintly he saw his father and brother as well as his sister Mirabelle.

'...pardon me.'

it was the 387th year of the Ruford empire.

Elena, a high-ranking swordsman killed in the battle of Huilena, is unable to carry out her bloody revenge.

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The flash!

Elena opened her eyes.

something very strange .

The soft sheets surrounding his body and the warm sunlight coming through the window were in stark contrast to the moment he had just experienced.

' I... I must be dead.'

She closed her eyes bitterly.Anger over not being able to take revenge for her family was burning in her heart, but when she realized she was lying in a completely different place.

She had never lay on a soft bed since her entire family was exterminated, and she had never slept well because of that nightmare.

It was as if he had returned to his youth before his family fell into ruin.

' It's like I went back in time..what?' Elena rose from the bed.As she woke up, a large soft mattress underneath her. Although it was difficult for someone who knew Elena to believe, as a youth her skin was sensitive to touch and she only used the best mattress.

But , he still felt afraid.

"...this is impossible."

Elena's mouth opened like a fool as she looked at the room around her.it was the room of her youth.The details were so perfect that it was impossible to be recreational.

On one side of the wall was a line he drew to measure his sister's height at the age of 7 years, then at ten and then at fifteen .the little letter next to the line was all hers.She couldn't imagine how this happened.

After sitting dumbfounded for a moment, Elena got up from the bed as if she was possessed.she slowly approached the window and stared outside.as she looked into the garden, she looked at the,she saw flowers blooming with dazzling colors in the morning sun, she could never forget her home. The view has not changed in the past.

' I miss this period of my life so much .. Am I being shown a fantasy right before I die?'

Elena Blaise .He always used his family name with pride.

Although she did not grow up in extreme luxury, the Blaise family has been around for generations and lives south of the capital .the family was historically counted and served as the fourth order of kstarria in the royal court.

As the eldest daughter of the family, she took care of her father on behalf of her deceased mother, as well as helping her brother become a better knight .sometimes it is also difficult to care for his sick sister alone when arranging the affairs of the count, but it is a peaceful life and not much to complain about.

Not until she lost everything then did she realize how happy their ordinary life was .He remembered the day when all the misfortunes came at once.The last time he looked into the garden there were no beautiful flowers, but dozens of red torches entered into the castle neatly.It seems they were getting closer to him, and he couldn't let go of his anxious thoughts even when there was nothing there.

The horrifying memories slowly returned, and Elena shook her head then turned away from the window. As he looked back into the room, his eyes clenched a mirror hanging on the wall.

"Well..."

dicermin was a noblewoman with a silk nightgown with fine blonde hair and snow-white skin. Her eyes were red like the best rubies, and her straight nose and petal-like lips made her look like a living doll.

Therehewas.

The last shadow of her he remembered was very different from the one reflected in the mirror. As he stared silently at himself, his red eyes trembled in shock .It seems too real to be considered a fantasy. Although her natural beauty had not completely faded, she never had a figure as good as this during her career as a swordsman.

Ever since he decided to avenge his family and started carrying a sword, he had cut off his long hair and blistered his hands from daily hard training. As time passed, her delicate eyes naturally became venomous, and her milky-white skin turned ashen as a ghost and lost color. Only a cold and hard woman remained. However, even he could not perfectly recreate the image that was far from his memory, even if it was a fantasy.

"... What is the name of heaven?"

He touched her face with a confused expression. Arrived , the door opened. It was impolite to enter someone else's room like this without knocking, even more so if it was the woman's room, and Elena turned her head, frowning slightly.

As soon as he saw the person who entered, he completely froze. His red eyes widened, showing his shock before his trembling lips could even speak.

"Sister Elena!"

Mirabelle walked into the room, smiling warmer than the morning sun. It feels like a dream. Elena forced herself to watch with breathless attention. Mirabelle had the same golden hair and dark green eyes as her father. She is small and thin for her age due to her sickly condition.

Mirabelle tilted her head briefly to Elena's strange facial expression, but Mirabelle immediately smiled and happily looked at him.

“You won't scold me for barging in, right? If you're going to talk about manners, do it later. I have a real emergency now. You might be surprised to know this. ”

Elena's eyes began to get wet when she saw Mirabelle singing like a little bird before her eyes. Is this a dream? It's gotta. Otherwise, Mirabelle wouldn't have appeared in front of him like this again. If so. ..he hoped he would never wake up from here.

Tears started to slip on Elena's cheeks. Mirabelle was surprised to see him cry all of a sudden.

"Brother? Is something wrong?"

Looking at Mirabelle anxiously, Elena could not answer. She bit her lips to stop her sobs rising and she wordlessly took Mirabelle's small body into her arms. He was afraid that this moment would disappear forever if he let out a sound.

Elena remembered clearly when was the last time she saw her sister. The night was pitch-black, and her sister was surrounded by bad people and she shouted in a completely different voice from now.

"Brother! My sister Elena! Helping out! Help!"

There was the sound of Mirabelle's nightgown being torn. Elena never forgot that curdling cry. It was a tragedy that happened last night at Blaise Castle, the most peaceful place in the world.

Derek's older brother who caught him ran to Mirabelle. He whispered sadly but firmly in his ear, It's too late …

If Derek doesn't shut Elena's mouth and drags her away, she could die there with her sister. How good it was, and for a long time, he felt sorry for himself.

Her beautiful sister. He regretted not being able to save her.

She hugged Mirabelle and shed tears in silence. He would never miss a second chance.

Nothing matters now, whether it's a dream or reality. Just seeing Mirabelle again is everything.

Mirabelle looked at Elena's tears with a troubled look, and she immediately raised her hand and patted her sister's back.

"Don't cry, sister."

Elena could no longer hold back the crying and it came out of her lips. Mirabelle waited silently as she patted her brother's back while Elena let out all the grief she had experienced in her life as a cold-blooded sword lady. The comfort from the small hand was so warm that Elena could not stop crying.

But as time passed, Elena's calm gradually returned. Mirabelle was still in her hands and the temperature coming out of her tiny body was so real. Elena muttered to herself with a look of disbelief.

"… Is this not a dream?"

Trying to dispel the hesitation in her heart, she hurriedly released her arm that had embraced Mirabelle and grabbed her sister's little shoulder and examined it closely.Mirabelle scowled worriedly at Elena.

“You're having trouble managing Count's affairs alone, aren't you? I don't know about it .. Sorry I keep complaining about things. "

"…What?"

Elena could not help leaving her mouth open again after seeing Mirabelle speak as if she was really in front of her. This isn't a fantasy. Moreover, it wasn't even a dream. Mirabelle in front of him seemed too lively for it.

Mirabelle continued to speak with a grim face, as if she had mistakenly thought that Elena looked dumbfounded at being scolded for her immature behavior.

“This is only the first time the crown prince, who always goes on the battlefield, will appear at the party. I really want to go there with you … "

"Crown prince? Who?"

“What's wrong with you today? Crown prince of the kingdom of Ruford? "

Elena's head began to spin rapidly, but she had no idea what the crown prince Mirabelle was talking about. The Ruford Empire was one of the greatest powers in the continent. In all respects, their military is far superior to that of small nations. For generations, the warring emperors of the Ruford Empire loved war, and the founding myth of the empire even stated that emperors had dragon blood.

Only the 12th Emperor Sullivan of the Ruford Empire had a gentle nature, and he helped develop an empire that was more concerned with developing state affairs than war. Under him an empire once obsessed with bloodshed prospered. To achieve this, it is said that the previous emperor deliberately chose the soft-hearted Sullivan as his successor, different from the other emperors. If that's true, it's a wise decision.

However, the problem is with Sullivan's brother, Paveluc.

Paveluc was initially considered to be the next emperor, but in the end he was usurped by his brother Sullivan and instead ruled the small kingdom of Lunen as grand duke. Although many people expressed concern because Paveluc was born with the nature of the emperor, Paveluc knelt down and bowed to his brother.

For a decade he did not show his claws. He waited for his chance, then the traitorous brother finally rebelled and won. The Blaise Family, who led the Fourth Order of the Royal Family on the journey of regime replacement, was also purged by Emperor Paveluc.

That's the man Elena wanted to kill her whole life. Emperor Paveluc, 13th Emperor of the Ruford Empire.

'…Sial.'

Elena's eyes turned cold as she recalled those unpleasant memories. He recalled the sensation of Paveluc cutting his neck and he raised his hand to the neck.

There were many incidents before Paveluc finally succeeded in his rebellion, but he was unable to appoint a crown prince due to his disgrace for being a traitorous emperor. As far as Elena remembered, there was only one official crown prince, but he had been killed twenty years ago. Although he had made many brilliant achievements on the battlefield, he disappeared without a single appearance in society. It was rumored that he would be the most brutal of all emperors, and if he lived, Paveluc's rebellion would fail. However, he died before his official debut into the royal family, so he was largely unknown.

So far no one else has thought about it.

"A crown prince .. does that mean the dangerous emperor ended up using his power to put someone in that position?"

It will happen eventually. The Rufford Empire was extremely powerful, and even with dangerous rulers he had the clout to get what he wanted.

“What are you talking about, sister? That's treason! If our Dad knew that you had such profanity in your mouth, you would be in a lot of trouble no matter what your age. ”

Mirabelle looked around to see if anyone had heard their conversation. Her cautious attitude filled Elena's mind with various questions. He doesn't know what this is really about.

“You're getting weird today. Of course, there was only one Crown Prince Ruford. Prince Carlisle. "

Carlisle? As soon as he heard the name, a confession appeared in Elena's head.

Carlisle van Dimitri Ruford's.

Mirabelle is a prince who was murdered twenty years ago. Elena suddenly realized, and that was if the tangled silk thread unraveled at once.

"Mirabelle, what year is this?"

"This is the year 367 of the Empire. Did you forget that too? "

At that moment Elena was unable to say anything, as if she had been struck by lightning. Precisely twenty years in the past around the time of the crown prince's death. And it was only about a year before the royal family was destroyed.

Elena remembered it clearly. In the past, the crown prince would appear in society for the first time, and Elena was accompanied by Mirabelle at the dance. But in the end, they went home without seeing him. It was only later revealed that the prince was absent because he had been murdered, then six months later the royal family began to decline when it was revealed that the emperor had been battling a long-term illness.

Yeah, he remembers now. Mirabelle also rushed to her room like this when she found out the crown prince was going to attend the dance this time.

Today …

Was it really that day? What had happened so far passed through Elena's head in a panorama.

"I'm really going back in time?"

Impossible to believe. How could? Wh why? A number of unsolved questions have emerged. No one asked, and no one gave an answer.

He began to realize that this moment, which he thought was just a fantasy, was actually reality. He turned pale as if he had forgotten how to breathe.

"Are you okay?"

Mirabelle held her sister's hand carefully, looking at her with anxious eyes. Despite this small gesture, Elena almost cried again. It doesn't matter how he goes back in time. Now, there's a real chance to protect his family that he values so much. He would never allow such a future to come again.

Elena clutched Mirabelle's hand and spoke with a filial whisper.

"This time, I promise to protect you. No matter what happens … "

Mirabelle slowly nodded at her brother's harsh words. He's acting weird today. At first he thought Elena was being stressed out about having to manage the Count's affairs, but Elena said some unexpected things.

"Are you really okay, my brother?"

“Of course, especially when you are in front of me like this. How could I not be okay? This moment is for me .. I can't describe how much I appreciate it. Thank you for living, Mirabelle. "

Mirabelle's face flushed with embarrassment. She did not understand why her older sister was acting this way, but she still smiled shyly because it meant Elena loved her. The fact that Elena is the best sister in the world will never change.

Elena leaned back, hugged Mirabelle tightly, and looked at her gently as if she was handling a fragile object. Elena could hardly bear to look at him, and her heart ached for Mirabelle's unknown future.

Suddenly a thought appeared in Elena's mind.

"Where is Dad now?"

"You said yesterday that Dad had urgent business today and he won't be back until night."

"Oh, am I …"

Elena smiled awkwardly, then thought carefully. To avoid the same tragedy, he had to do something at once. There is not much time left to change the future.

Should he run to his father and tell him about his future? Elena immediately shook her head. It was doubtful whether he would believe this strange story, which he found difficult to understand on his own, and even if he believed in what he said, the Blaise family was completely loyal to the royal family. His father was a man who would fight to the death rather than escape. Because of this, he was killed in his previous life by Emperor Paveluc.

How could he stop Paveluc from becoming emperor? No one knows now, but the 12th Emperor Sullivan suffered from a serious long-term illness. The present emperor will soon die.

'… Should I kill Paveluc before that?'

Even if he returned to the past and his skills with the sword did not disappear completely, it would be necessary to train his body again to peak physical condition. He had failed in his initial goal, but he was still the one who pointed his sword at the famous Emperor Paveluc cutting off his arm.

But even if the murder was successful …

The royal family will hunt down the man who killed Paveluc, not knowing what he was doing. The Blaise family will not be able to avoid responsibility. And if he fails …

He closed his eyes tightly, not even willing to think about the result. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he had worked his entire life to kill Paveluc. Elena knew better than anyone how powerful she was. He's already lost her once. Is it possible to win with this second chance? There was no guarantee that he would be able to kill the current Paveluc while hiding his identity. He could not risk his family's life against such a small opportunity.

'… I can't fail.'

Even if the worst possible outcome happened, he should be able to ensure that the Blaise family survived, but a good plan did not cross his mind. Although he had bravely sacrificed himself in his previous life, he was more ashamed that he could not avenge the death of his family.

He has done everything he can do himself. Now he needed an assistant to give him strength.

'If there was only someone who could help me …'

There was only one person who came to mind.

'… Prince Carlisle?'

To his knowledge, he should have died within a few days. But ... What if he doesn't die? The crown prince, the current emperor's son, would be the biggest hindrance to Paveluc, even if Carlisle had only achieved half of his achievements on the battlefield. No, it would be helpful if the rumors about him were true. Furthermore, if he could make him emperor, he could prevent Paveluc from rising to power.

He must save Prince Carlisle, someone who should have died. It would be a decision that would further shake the entire continent. The effect is unpredictable. After hesitating for a moment, Elena laughed at herself coldly.

"I don't care if the whole world is drowning in blood. I just want to save my family … '

He would walk while smiling on this blood-soaked street. Elena looked into Mirabelle's bright eyes and once again swore in.

He'll save her this time. No matter the cost.