Becoming the Villain’s Family - Chapter 229
Bart had no choice but to admit his defeat.
Sabina said, looking down at the man who was shaking with his fists clenched.
Bart gritted his teeth. He chewed his lips, which had been tattered and ragged.
“Please forgive my rudeness.”
“Of course, even if Sir apologizes, I won’t accept it.”
…… what? Bart lifted his lowered head in absurdity.
Either way, Sabina nonchalantly said.
“Is Sir the strongest of the Valentine’s knights?”
“Really? Judging by Sir’s actions and words, I thought you must have been the best.”
“I know very well that Sir’s skills are enough to boast about. You would only be able to reach my toes even if you stay up all night and focus on training.”
And she returned Bart’s arrogant words back at him.
It was to be expected.
If anyone is disparaged and humiliated by talent, they will not be able to fight back.
Even if they were beaten by an opponent weaker than themselves, there was nothing to say.
This was the result of defeat. He has no choice but to accept it.
“You don’t want to be the best?”
“Why… do you think so?”
“Really? Judging by your behavior, I thought Sir is just a fool with no desire to improve.”
“Sir’s personality goes without saying is at the bottom. You’re also a talent that’s hard to come by.”
However, Sabina gave an unexpected remark. Bart looked up at Sabina blankly.
“You have all the conditions to be the best. Except for your personality. That’s unfortunate, but what to do about it? I just hope that you’re not a fool who repeats the same mistakes.”
“Go and train.”
This meant that if he admitted defeat, he should hurry up and train to get stronger. Bart had a hard time understanding what she was suddenly saying.
Why doesn’t she trample on him all the way?
Why doesn’t she instill fear until he is bound, pour violence on him, till he falls down and begs like a dog?
Sabina was not being sarcastic, she was genuinely appreciating his talent. Even though he gave her nothing but hostility.
That was so unfamiliar to the knight Bart.
He unknowingly called her while Sabina was going to turn around.
He got up limping, ignoring his twitching leg muscles.
The moment he tried to open his mouth with his slightly flushed cheeks, eyes lost in rapture…….
Tristan’s eyes met his.
Did Bart just see the scenery of hell?
It was as if Bart saw a vision of hell swaying behind Tristan’s back.
He knelt down on his knees on the floor, coming back to his senses.
“What, why are you here?”
Sabina frowned when she belatedly spotted Tristan who was behind her.
“Because I heard you’re here.”
He put the sword back into his waist and approached her. Sabina backed away from him as he approached.
“If you have something to say, say it there.”
Tristan stopped walking and lightly raised both of his hands.
“My wife is very considerate. To keep an ignorant bastard who doesn’t know his place alive in a duel…”
And he looked down coldly at Bart, who looked like he might faint at any moment.
‘Who is your wife?’
Sabina was so dumbfounded that she intended to hit him back.
If only Tristan hadn’t mercilessly trampled Bart’s bleeding thigh with his boot.
The scene made her lose her words in an instant.
The knight struggled to swallow his scream as his whole body shuddered. Because his body knew that if he made a loud noise, more pain would come.
It was the result of long learning.
“I’ll take care of Sir Bart myself.”
Tristan was digging deep into the wound, which Sabina had only stabbed with care, trying to avoid fatal wounds.
It was a harsh act that anyone could see as an act of anger.
But that didn’t mean she could interfere.
‘He treats his people like that.’
It was just that Tristan’s preference, who had already hit the bottom, had fallen further and dug into the ground.
“Do whatever you want. It’s your knight.”
Tristan seemed quite satisfied with her answer.
He said as he wiped his blood-soaked boots on the floor of the training ground.
This was his main point.
“You handled the sword quite skillfully.”
“Yes, I knew it.”
“Why? Do you lose interest because my sword is sharper than you imagined?”
Sabina pretended to be sarcastic and threw out the words that contained her wishful thinking. She hoped so.
Tristan, who read that sign, curled a deep smile on his lips. Like it doesn’t matter anyway.
“It must not have been an easy environment to learn swordsmanship. From whom did you learn swordsmanship?”
Sabina narrowed the gap between her eyes and gave him the look that said ‘you’re saying that too?’.
However, the man’s smiling eyes seemed darker than usual for some reason.
Anger, annoyance, confusion…….
It seemed to be consumed by all sorts of complex and negative emotions.
‘Are you angry? Why?’
He has been an unpredictable man from the beginning, but he was more like that today.
After the brief thought, Sabina decided to ignore Tristan’s words.
She returned the sword to its original owner and said.
“I’ll stop by often next time.”
“What? Of course, if Madam wants it, you can come anytime, but…”
The decision was not on him. The Black Falcon couldn’t finish his words and only looked at Tristan’s eyes.
Sabina let out a sigh and turned back.
“I’m sure you’re not going to prohibit me from going around when you’re already imprisoning me in the castle.”
Tristan won’t do anything nasty by putting restrictions when he was the one who suggested the bet first.
She looked up at Tristan. Under his still black eyes, the emotions were moving violently.
“Do as you please.”
“But if you want to get what you want, you have to show sincerity by answering my question.”
So, who did you learn swordsmanship from?
Tristan asked the question again, and approached her.
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