CHAPTER 29 First Day Sparring (2)

　　"Not to worry, my Queen. I am sure you won't remain the same when we are done," Charles whispered while smirking deviously.

　　Seeing the evil grin on his face, Amelia's heart began to thump at the thought of how she was doomed. And before she could even ready herself for his attack, Charles launched at her.

　　Ungghh. Amelia grunted as his knee collided with her stomach, and she was consequently flung backward from the impact.

　　She staggered to remain on her feet, frantically shaking her head to stabilize her blurry sight as the world spun around her.

　　Not allowing her a breather, Charles's fist connected with her stomach before she could even steady herself.

　　"Goddess!" Amelia exclaimed as she lay on the ground, clutching her stomach and grunting in pain. 'What sort of a sadist is this guy?' She wondered, glaring at the wicked someone with a broad smile on his face, namely enjoying her predicament.