12. Bad boys get their a**es handed to them.

(Not too sure about the title on this one)

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From that day on, I began to learn not only swordsmanship, but also the spirit of chivalry.

 

It's about gentlemanly behavior, a sense of justice, morality, ethics, and so on.

 

It seems that the sum of all these things is the "chivalric spirit".

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I still don't have a clear understanding of the chivalry itself, but if I break it down into smaller parts, I can understand each of the things.

 

I have a good sense of justice, morality and ethics, so it was nothing new to me, but the gentlemanly behavior was useful.

 

Simply put, my posture has improved. I pay more attention to my behavior and gestures. Even when drawing a sword, it is more beautiful and easier to do so with proper posture.

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There was no doubt that the more beautiful one's behavior was, the more popular it would be with women.

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In both etiquette and dance lessons, I was increasingly praised for my beautiful posture and behavior.

 

Even though I was a rotten duchess, I was actually quite busy. I can't just practice swordsmanship.

 

The fact that you can make use of it for other practices leads to an overall increase in efficiency, and free time - mainly muscle training time. Recently, I've been doing squats while carrying my brother. It's a nice effect.

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As for the swordsmanship itself, maybe it's because I've reduced the waste and gaps in my movements, but if I work at it diligently, I can beat my instructor.

 

It's wonderful. There are many kinds of knights. If I were to be greedy, I would like to have at least one more skill or attribute.....

 

"Lizzie!"

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I was just starting to think about it when the door opened with a bang.

 

I'm not sure what to make of it. It was rare that he didn't knock on the door.

 

I stopped doing push-ups and stood up.

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"Brother?"

 

"Chris, you're not here, are you?"

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Hearing those words, I picked up my jacket.

 

I rolled up the sleeves and pulled them back up. I only had knowledge of the game, but I could imagine what my brother would say later.

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I didn't bother to mention it, but I made a dubious face and asked my brother.

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"What's wrong with Christopher?"

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"I can't see him. It's almost dinner....."

 

"Isn't he out playing somewhere?"

 

"But you've noticed it too, haven't you Lizzie? Chris hasn't been well the last few days."

 

I nodded with a strange look on my face.

 

Of course, I hadn't noticed. We're always so busy with ourselves that we don't have time to take care of others.

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"I don't mind if you're just going out to play. I'm worried. I'm worried that something might happen to Chris."

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The older brother turned his head down, looking as if he was about to cry.

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The sight of him made me feel like, "Give me a break." I am weak when my brother cries. I don't know what to do.

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To you, he really is the same as your own brother, a cute little brother.

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Christopher. He's been so kind to me in the first place, and now he can't get used to me?

 

I was getting angrier and angrier. Of course, it was the Christopher in the game who said that, not the current Christopher.

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The bad boy should be taken back and spanked.

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"I'm not going to be able to do that today. I'll.... have to protect them."

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"I understand, then let's go."

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I put on my jacket, walked through the door that my brother had left open, and went out into the hallway.

 

"Lizzie? Uh, where do we go?"

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I smiled proudly to reassure my brother, who was staring at me anxiously.

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"I have an idea."

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