“So, it’s Miss Christina, the so-called swordswoman. We meet again. Young Master Watson has already explained it to me. What happened just now was all a misunderstanding. I’m really sorry for accidentally misjudging you.”
Nightingale stood in a room in the Golden Quill Pavilion and bowed to Christina.
It had been half an hour since the fierce fight in the hot spring. After Watson put on his clothes and explained to Nightingale until his mouth was dry, Nightingale finally believed that nothing had happened between him and Christina.
“You are worried about your master’s safety, which I can understand, but it seems like you have a special relationship with your master.”
Christina was in a white robe and armor. She held a cup as she sipped it. Her eyes were looking back and forth between Nightingale and Watson, who were sitting opposite her, with a profound meaning.
As the master, Watson did not need to explain anything to Nightingale. However, when Nightingale saw her and Watson naked in the hot spring, her first reaction was to question them, and as a maid, that was too bold. Christina felt like Nightingale had behaved more like Watson’s other half than a maid.
Christina’s face reddened when she thought of the dangling stick between Watson’s legs. She had been training since she was young, and that was the first time she had seen a naked man, even though Watson was only a teenager.
Nightingale was expressionless while Christina thought about that; she coughed and said, “The relationship between Young Master Watson and I is not ordinary, indeed. I used to be a shadow guard by Lord Silvan’s side at the border, and I only recently became Young Master Watson’s maid! Before that, I had been with Young Master Watson for a long time; we’re more like friends than a Master and his maids.”
“Just friends?”
Christina asked, but Nightingale did not answer her. Instead, she said, “That doesn’t seem to have much to do with Miss Christina. If there is nothing else, please go back. Young Master Watson had just fought with you in the hot spring, and he’s exhausted now.”
Nightingale did not have a good impression of Christina. Not only did Christina fight with Watson during the day, but she also chased him to the Golden Quill Pavilion and fought with him again after that. She did not know what she was up to. In addition, Christina saw Watson’s penis, which made her even more unhappy.
When she thought about how she and Master Antonio had worked hard to help Watson get rid of those persistent adventurers while Watson was kissing a strange woman in the hot spring, Nightingale could not accept it. No matter if it was from the perspective of a maid or a friend.
“Miss Nightingale, I don’t plan to leave the Golden Quill Pavilion today because I broke the ground of the hot spring during the battle with Watson. Now I’m looking for someone to repair it! It’s not the style of anyone from the Holy Sword adventurer team to leave after destroying something.”
Christina smiled; her words made Nightingale’s expression change.
“Lady Swordmistress, we’ll pay for the restoration of the Golden Quill Pavilion. That’s not much money anyway, so there’s no need for you to spend on it! As the Holy Sword adventurer team leader, there must be a lot of things for you to deal with in the team. How can you waste your time here?”
“Miss Nightingale, you’re too kind. The adventurer team doesn’t have that many things for me to deal with. Besides, there’s another reason for me to stay here, and that’s Watson! Just now, he showed me something bad, so I decided to rest here. The Golden Quill Pavilion is a hotel, not a private place. Is it a problem for me to stay here?”
Christina turned her gaze away and saw Watson sitting on the big bed in the corner of the room with a bitter smile on his face.
“Miss Christina, didn’t we have a bet during the day? You said that as long as I can withstand your sword, you wouldn’t bother me anymore?”
Christina had acted too quickly when he was in the hot spring, so he did not have the time to think. Then, he realized that it was not that simple for Christina to appear in the hot spring. Perhaps, she was there for him.
“I’m not here to bother you. After all, I didn’t force you to join the Holy Sword adventurer team, nor did I send anyone to block the entrance. I just happened to bump into you by chance. A coincidence can’t be called a bother, right?”
“Miss Christina, it is meaningless to act like that! Let’s not talk about other things. I heard that the Holy Sword adventurer team’s motto is virtue is greater than ability. You even taught Claude a lesson in the Adventurer Association so that he would be an honorable person. So, I thought that you were such a person, too. Perhaps you can only teach someone to do that but not follow the rules yourself?”
“Of course not.”
Christina took another sip from her teacup and gave Watson a brilliant smile. Her smile was like a blooming flower; it caused the lights in the room to lose their color. “My father taught me to be an honorable person, so I did the same. But my father also taught me another principle, and that is to be flexible in doing things! Be honorable, be flexible, and achieve something. Those were the original words.
“I’ll get someone to add a bed in this room. I’ll sleep here tonight! Watson, I hope you can wake up early tomorrow morning so that we can spar. I’m really looking forward to it.”
‘Looking forward, my *ss.’
Watson was speechless. His first impression of Christina was a cold, old-fashioned beauty, but he realized that he was wrong. That was only the surface of her personality. The real swordswoman was an intelligent martial arts fanatic; she would do anything to become stronger.
“No, you can’t stay here! Please leave now, or else—” Nightingale said.
“Or else what? You’ll fight with me?” Christina and Nightingale stood face to face. With a burning gaze, she said, “That’s exactly what I want. I can’t wait for it. Your aura is not weak, so you should be a good opponent.”
Nightingale was speechless. She did not know how to respond to that. Christina was a woman who liked to fight. If she attacked her, she would fall into her trap. However, if she did not make a move, she would not be able to expel that woman.
Just as Nightingale felt the onset of a headache, an excited man’s voice suddenly echoed from outside the room.
“Young Master Watson, we’re back. We’ve brought all of our savings. Leon has also borrowed some supplies from the Saint Antilles Cathedral’s Bishop. I think these things are enough to transform us and our equipment into gold-tier! If these things are not enough, we’ll borrow more from the Bishop.”
Clyde and his group had returned with more than ten boxes of various sizes on their shoulders. They rushed into the room as they panted for air. They looked excited. Annie trailed behind them, and she was carrying more than twice the number of boxes they had. She complained, “Are you a man? You let a girl carry so many things just because she has advanced to gold-tier?”
Clyde and the others saw Christina the moment they entered the room. They had not even seen Watson. The woman was sitting in the middle of the room sipping tea. They were stunned. As adventurers from the City of Steel, they knew who Christina was; they had not expected she would be there after they had left.
“Why is Lady Swordmistress here?”
They were not the only ones who were surprised. Christina, who was sipping her tea, was also stunned. Her face was filled with shock.
“What did you say? You want to use the items in those boxes to raise your strength and equipment to gold-tier? What exactly is going on? Please explain yourselves.”
