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Chapter 18: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

Mission Complete

“So this is the true form of Cecilia, the Sword Princess of the Windsor Knights…”

Dessen spoke with hollow disbelief.

He had just realized how utterly insignificant his own strength was.

He had known that a knight with a title was on a whole different level compared to ordinary knights.

But this…

“…Riharten. Did you see it? Lady Cecilia’s sword strike.”

“As if I could’ve seen that.”

“Betty, what about y...

Chapter 17: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

A Suitable Dungeon (7)

Beatrice Schwarzfeder.

She was full of regret.

‘To think I misunderstood someone so kind…’

She’d half believed Cecilia to be some kind of demon herself. Now, she felt ashamed of even having thought that.

Cecilia was the kind of superior who looked after her subordinates. A true leader.

…Of course, there was one thing she still slightly—just slightly—wondered about.

Wouldn’t it have been better if she’d just c...

Chapter 16: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

A Suitable Dungeon (6)

A chilly air swept through the hall.

Ricardo let out a quiet sigh of relief, while the other apprentice knights looked visibly grim.

‘Was it not fun enough?’

Cecilia pouted slightly, disappointed—until Beatrice looked at Ricardo and asked:

“Will we really be able to leave if we offer a heart?”

“Of course.”

“...By leave, do you mean just this mansion? Or outside the dungeon entirely?”

‘The entrance we ...

Chapter 15: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

A Suitable Dungeon (5)

Waking up to the first morning inside a dungeon was, simply put, the worst feeling imaginable.

‘I didn’t sleep a wink.’

Beatrice descended the stairs, dark circles under her eyes.

The hallway that had been total chaos just the night before was now eerily calm, as if nothing had happened.

‘Who would’ve thought Lady Cecilia would actually come into my room.’

She’d been so shocked when Cecilia suddenly barged in.

Es...

Chapter 14: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

A Suitable Dungeon (4)

The ghosts had grotesque appearances.

One had no legs and floated in midair with torn organs dangling beneath it, while another had half its face blown off and, lacking a mouth, screamed through its eyeballs instead.

A truly horrific sight—one you’d rarely see with your eyes open.

‘So that’s why it’s called the “Tomb of the Skilled.”’

These were the lingering souls of those who, confident in their own abilities, entered th...

Chapter 13: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

A Suitable Dungeon (3)

On the road to the dungeon, Cecilia found herself lost in an old memory.

• Cecilia: hey

• IDontGetThisCrapGame: yo

• Cecilia: take this

[Demonic Sword Irthar – Instantly kills any monster under level 80.]

[Flame of Growth – Triples gained EXP.]

• Cecilia: makes early leveling super easy

• IDontGetThisCrapGame: oh thx thx

It had been a long time since she met ...

Chapter 12: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

A Suitable Dungeon (2)

“I don’t wanna work…”

Cecilia left the Knights’ headquarters with a sorrowful look on her face.

But as someone committed to maintaining her perfectionist persona, refusal wasn't an option.

‘…If only it were an unresolved dungeon instead.’

She sighed, glancing down at the mission brief Edward had handed her.

Unresolved dungeons were akin to cold cases in the modern world—

Dungeons that had never been cleared.<...

Chapter 11: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

A Suitable Dungeon (1)

Cecilia was curled up on her airy, cloud-like bed, a soft smile on her lips.

She was deep in a blissful dream.

A dream where newbies had arrived.

Where the official launch had begun.

Where she was helping the confused new players find their footing.

—As expected, Lady Sword Princess is the best!

—Let’s start a fan club!

She was being tossed into the air in celebration by her adoring fans.

If...

Chapter 10: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

The Royal Assembly

It hadn't been long since the demon disappeared when the Windsor Knights gathered.

Kairon was the first to arrive.

He and Cecilia exchanged just two lines:

“Status?”

“At least Demon King-class. We lost him.”

“Where to?”

“The front gate.”

Kairon immediately led a squad of knights to pursue.

Cecilia didn’t stop him.

Cain’s presence had already vanished. Even the lingering traces of his magic wer...

Chapter 9: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

A Visitor in the Dark (2)

“As expected of you, Sir Heiter!”

The Windsor Knights were making their way back to the capital after a successful subjugation mission.

One of the knights at the front, named Sylon, called out enthusiastically to Heiter, who was riding ahead.

“Kuh—what happened back there... I’ll never forget it for the rest of my life!”

“Quit making a fuss. It wasn’t that big a deal.”

“How can I stay calm after witnessing tha...

Chapter 8: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

A Visitor in the Dark (1)

“Wearing a coat might make me look too cold... but spring colors give off too warm of an impression. Hmmm.”

Cecilia sat on her bed, surrounded by a small mountain of clothes, deep in thought.

What should she wear to make a good impression on the newbies?

Looking too intimidating was a no-go.

But fading into the background wouldn’t do either.

She needed to find that perfect middle ground.

“This isn’t something that...

Chapter 7: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

A Wager for the Future

"Rude, what's the situation?"

The young boy stood silently in front of the Sacred Flame, eyes closed.

Rude, the Windsor Knights' resident mage, slowly opened his eyes and spoke.

"Commander. This is strange."

"Strange how, exactly?"

Rude pointed at the flame with one finger.

"There’s absolutely nothing wrong."

"I came to the same conclusion."

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Chapter 6: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

The Rival Behind the Mask

Early morning.

Cecilia slipped into a white blouse and skirt, then draped a loose-fit cardigan over her shoulders.

The key was to let the cardigan hang halfway—just enough to look like it might fall off at any moment.

Her side hair was boldly braided, while the other side was left long, cascading naturally to partially veil her face.

For the final touch, she pinned in a lily-shaped hairpin and strapped on a simple short sword with a ...

Chapter 5: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

The Royal Capital Assault Incident (2)

“This is truly troublesome.”

Edward Windsor.

A man who earned the title of Sword Emperor at the young age of 37 and was being considered as the next commander of the Windsor Knights.

“You seem to have a particular dislike for me. Have I done something to warrant your hatred?”

Cecilia felt neither fondness nor animosity toward him.

To her, he was simply a superior officer—nothing more, nothing less.

Bu...

Chapter 4: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

The Royal Capital Assault Incident (1)

Ding-ding-ding-!

Hearing the loud ringing, Cecilia ran. True to her title as the Blessing of Wind wielder, her speed was tremendous.

"Hurry!"

Just then, she spotted guards running ahead.

"……."

Cecilia suddenly popped up in front of them and stared silently, causing the guards to stumble back in surprise.

"W-Why, what's wrong?"

"Briefing."

"A small-scale monster invasion! Suspected to have infilt...

Chapter 3: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

Cecilia the Sword Princess

"Commander, what are you going to do with that child?"

On that day when a series of events occurred.

Knight Commander Kairon carefully laid Cecilia down in a corner of the quarters and headed to his office.

"What do you think?"

"I'm against it. What kind of 6-year-old causes such a ruckus to join the knighthood? She's clearly not in her right mind."

Cold judgment, subordinate's advice, objective situation assessment.

Kairo...

Chapter 2: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

Let's Make Logging Out a Habit

A shabby hut.

A young girl sat on the bed with a blank expression.

The girl looked around for a moment, then pinched her cheeks several times.

Only when her cheeks, soft as rice cakes, turned bright red did she stop pinching.

"...What is this?"

She lowered her gaze.

A white dress. Short arms and legs.

"This is ridiculous."

The girl made a deflating sound and flopped back onto the bed.

"...I've never d...

Chapter 1: I Became a Swordsman in the Middle Ages

Epilogue.

"May I ask just one thing?"

On an endless, barren plain, there was a girl.

Silver hair reaching down to her waist, silver eyes from which no emotion could be read.

Though her frame was so delicate it seemed she might break if embraced, there was a certain balance and perfection to her appearance.

A demon whose heart had been pierced by this girl's sword asked in a dry voice:

"Why, with such power, did you not kill me sooner?"

The girl's ey...