[Bonus chapter] Be Strong

The slave continued to look at his mistress with bewilderment. Such soft hands and frail figure, would she be able to handle the strong sword.

No! It would only bring pain to her wrists and her hands would turn calloused. 

He frowned with that thought and his face turned darker. 

Hazel felt that the boy was looking at her with disdain as his gaze lingered on her hands and the frown on her face increased.

Was he looking down on her, thinking that she was weak and would not be able to stand pressure even for a day 

She stood straighter, forwarding her chest and clenching her soft hands into a fist.

"If you are so much in doubt, why don't we give it a try!" Before the man could deny her or insult her, she had already moved and took the initiative to pick the wooden sword meant for his partner and pointed at his neck.