Morgana hands me an old book, that looked a little roughed up, and kisses me on my forehead.
"Next time you come, stay a little longer so we can have dinner together. And maybe do something more fufu".
I say goodbye and leave the store in a hurry. I wanted to check on how the brothels were doing but this 'Rings' situation was more important.
I take out my phone and message my assistant to take care of everything. She was a capable and trustworthy person so I was sure she would do a fine job.
I was walking towards my friend's cafe, so I could read this book there in private when I feel my phone go off in my storage ring.
I take out the phone to check who it was.
[Step-Bitch#2]
I read the name and frown.
There were not many reasons why my sister would call me for.
The time she did was to make me run an errand or to make me spar with her. Both were tasks she could make others do but she always asked me.
I sigh and pick up the phone,
"Hello?"
"'Hello' my ass! where are you?", an angry tomboyish voice comes from the other side.
"I was out roaming the town "
"You piece of shit, today is the day my friends are coming to see my sword skills. Come quickly."
I pop a vein and say,
"Make one of the guards do the sparing".
"huh, are you stupid? The guards are working now and you are free. why do I need to take them off duty just for a spar when I can do it with you? Plus what if they get hurt?"
That was completely bullshit reasoning. She just wanted to spar with me and beat me up.
"I don't care where you are, get here in 10 mins or I'll make sure to beak your bones during this spar".
I was about to answer back but she cut the call.
Fucking bitch, you don't break bones when sparring. She admitted that she just wanted to beat me.
I give out a long sigh and start running back to the Blackburn mansion.
There was no way could make it back in just 10 mins but still, I had to try because that stupid gorilla will actually break my bones.
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As I was running, I question myself 'Was it worth it to take all this unreasonable abuse from those people'. But then I remember why I am doing all this and for whom I am doing this.
I reach the estate and run towards the knights training area.
When I get there, I see a woman standing in the middle of the arena with a cute pouty face. She was wearing light armor with her black hair tied in a messy ponytail. While tapping her foot with folded arms, she was frowning and looking in my direction with her golden eyes.
Now if people who did not know our relationship saw this situation, they would think that I was late for my date and my girlfriend was angry.
Unfortunately or rather fortunately, that was not the case here.
The woman standing in the middle of the arena was Angelina Ambrose Blackburn, Duke Blackburn's middle child and one of my step-sisters.
She is a tomboy who dreams of becoming a knight but has no talent in that field. Still, she begged her mother to let her train and of course, her mother agreed to it.
She hired a famous instructor that would be responsible for her training. And after a while, he reported to Angelina's mother that she has no talent but he kept training her when Angelina's mother doubled his salary.
"You are late", she says
"Sorry, I ran as fast as I could", I say while panting
"You're lucky that my friends are not here yet. Now go and get ready"
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I come out after wearing some light armor to see Angelina surrounded by 4 girls with fancy dresses and accessories.
"Lady Angelina you look so good with a sword"
"Hahaha, I know right? My instructor says I have great talent."
"Oh my, that is such good news. So have you participated in any tournaments yet?"
"Well, I tried to ask my instructor but for some reason, he won't let me. He always says that I am not ready yet"
"huh, that is weird. I have heard that you need to get actual combat experience to be a good knight"
"Really, then later I will insist on participating in a tournament no matter what".
I chuckle imagining how her instructor will stop her from participating. Everyone knows how stubborn she can be.
And the thing that was even funnier was that if he lets her participate, what will the instructor do when she loses her match miserably?
The ladies notice me and turn towards me. I give them a polite smile and bow my head a little.
All of them gasp in shock
"Lady Angelina, you never mentioned that your instructor was so handsome"
"You have been learning sword from such a stunning person and you never mentioned him, I am very sad Lady Angelina"
"Lady Angelina, I have been meaning to learn sword for some time. Would you be kind enough to send him to my estate for a day or two"
"Ah, that's so sly of you lady Bianca"
All of them mistook me for the sword instructor and started asking Angelina to send me to their estates to 'learn' the sword.
"Wait wait everyone, who said he was my instructor? This person is my brother, Sage Amb-"
The girls interrupt Angelina.
""YOUR BROTHER!!?"", all of them shout at the same time.
"You had a brother and you never told us"
"We could have been more than just friends if I had known sooner"
"What do you mean 'more than friends", asks Angelina in confusion.
"Please don't pretend lady, just know that my parents will be coming to your estate tomorrow"
"Huh, why?"
"To bring a marriage proposal of course"
"Lady Bianca, show some restrain"
"Please, I know you all were thinking the same thing"
Everyone just looked at each other and blushed.
Who would not want to marry the only male of house Blackburn, one of the duke houses famous for their many achievements throughout the Balkisdia Kingdom?
All these noble girls were fighting to marry me but I was not happy.
Why was I not happy?
Well, because I have been in this situation a lot of times. And every time it ends in complete silence when they know the whole truth.
"Shut up all of you!", shouts Angelina
"Let me finish his introduction first. He Sage Amrose Blackburn, Bastard of house Blackburn and my step-brother".
All their excitement died and then there was complete silence.
'Sigh, every single time", I think to myself.