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Although Gordon's novel itself was read and passed over, some of the content in it became a topic of discussion for Giselle.

'Even when attacking, it makes no sound and is absolutely invisible… … .'

If there is a big difference in skill between you and your opponent, it is possible. However, according to Gordon's settings, it is closer to some kind of power that has nothing to do with skill differences. In some ways, it is more dangerous than 'the power to destroy anything'.

It's scary to think about, but in reality, it's impossible. It's just a fantasy.

'Even a saint couldn't use such powers.'

Even a saint who borrowed the power of a goddess could not do such an absurd thing.

Anyone else would have just laughed it off, but Jiselle felt a little curious about it.

'What would you do if you encountered an enemy who actually used that kind of power? Or a being with similar abilities?'

If it was a realm of a previous life, I would respond by putting all the surrounding areas into my senses. But what if I still can't sense any presence?

Even if such power does not exist in the world, something similar can happen if you meet someone with greater power than you.

'We must find a way to avoid instant death and counterattack.'

To avoid instant death, you need a body that can withstand any attack.

Those who master mana will fundamentally develop physical abilities. This is because through training, the body naturally absorbs mana and changes its constitution.

As your level increases, your senses become more sensitive, and your strength and recovery abilities become stronger.

Even so, the human body does not become as hard as steel. It is not for nothing that knights use mana training methods to gather mana and surround their bodies with mana when fighting.

In order to gain more power, you must artificially extract mana from your core and return it to your body. When you do not properly manage mana, your defensive abilities will usually drop significantly.

This means that even those who have mastered mana can be hurt by attacks from ordinary people if they let their guard down.

Taking advantage of such gaps, there were times when assassinations were successful, because if the opponent was also a mana user, it could inflict fatal wounds.

'But what if my body could automatically block attacks and even shock my opponent in return?'

At least you won't be surprised by enemies of lower or equal level than you. It's also very helpful in melee battles where multiple people have to fight.

No matter how many weak people gather together, they will not be able to inflict even the slightest injury on you.

If you can just build a body like that, you will become much stronger than you are now.

'Let's do it.'

There are many ways to create new technologies.

The most classic of these is to create a theory through long-term research and then to make it safe through numerous experiments.

The second way is to just risk your life and just blindly charge into it. It's risky, but it's also faster.

Jiselle was the one who preferred the latter.

Whirlwind.

He took out a dagger and stabbed himself in the arm.

Phew!

Blood gushed out from where the blade had penetrated. The moment the stab was made, mana gathered to create a weak repulsive force, but it wasn't enough.

Because the attack power was stronger and the speed was faster.

'It's late and it's not enough.'

Even before you sense it, your body has to react on its own. The moment your outer skin is injured, mana must be automatically drawn out of your core to protect your body.

That was the first step. The counterattack was something to think about later.

Ss …

Because it was a shallow stab, the wound healed quickly.

Jiselle's senses were sharp. From now on, her body had to always remember what she was doing.

I had suffered numerous injuries in my previous life, but I never practiced such ignorant practices. Instead, I focused more on avoiding and blocking them.

But now it's different. You have to evolve your own body.

'Let's try a little harder.'

Papapapapak!

He moved the dagger quickly, making wounds all over his body. Then he focused his senses around the wounds.

The amount of mana flowing into each wound was subtly different. As I went further back, the wounds grew slightly larger.

It was evidence that the body's reaction speed could not yet properly keep up with the attack speed.

'I guess I'll have to try it for a few more days.'

There was no need to go to the training center to train. Jiselle worked on site or trained during the day, and at night she worked on paperwork and stabbed herself in the office.

After several days of seeing her clothes ripped, torn, and covered in blood, Belinda began to become suspicious.

'What the heck? It's like this even on days when there's no sparring?'

Everyone knows that Jiselle is a training fanatic. That's why no one thought it was strange when her clothes got ruined often, but recently, things have been really strange.

While Belinda was suspicious, Giselle's training became more and more extreme.

'Is it because I hesitated unconsciously?'

Since I self-harm every day, my senses have developed beyond comparison to before. Even if I stab myself deeply, the mana accumulates at the moment of stabbing, and it ends up as a shallow wound.

However, the reaction speed steadily increased, but at some point it stopped improving.

It seemed like the problem was caused by Giselle's own attacks staying at a certain level.

My body still can't keep up, so I'm attacking at the level of a beginner. My body instinctively knows that, so it can't overcome its limits.

Jiselle knew how to solve this problem.

'To overcome the limit, you have to risk your life.'

He narrowed his eyes and glared at the dagger for a moment, then quickly charged the dagger with mana.

I had to instill in my body and mind the tension that I really shouldn't die, but I could die.

'To this extent… … .'

A cold sweat began to run down Jiselle's back. If she made even the slightest mistake or her body reacted too late, she would die.

I had no intention of artificially raising my mana to block it. The moment I stabbed, my body had to move on its own to survive.

He took a deep breath and slowly raised the dagger.

And then, Belinda, who had been looking at Giselle with suspicion for several days, raided her office.

Bam!

"Master! What on earth do you do every night to make your clothes look like this… … Gyaaaah!"

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Belinda screamed in surprise as soon as she entered.

What she saw in her eyes.

It was the sight of Giselle thrusting a dagger into her own heart.

* * *

'It's half success.'

Jiselle lay in bed thinking.

The moment the dagger stabbed his heart, it went halfway through. If it had gone in just a little further, his heart would have been completely destroyed and he would have died.

However, the rapidly flowing mana blocked the dagger. The outstanding regenerative power immediately began to heal the wounded heart.

No matter how great your recovery ability is, wounds on the outer skin and wounds on the internal organs are different. If you suddenly suffer a big wound and lose a lot of blood, recovery is bound to be slow.

If Piote had come just a little later, he might not have died, but he would have suffered great aftereffects.

"Your Majesty! Why are you suddenly like this again! Is it because you met Miss Amelia again recently? Are you missing her again? Why are you still attached to the woman you broke up with when you've become a great lord? If you're going to do this, you should quickly find a wife and settle down!"

"… … No."

"Then what! Are you doing this because of that damn bet again? Are you afraid you'll really lose this time? I'm really sick of that General and that Alfoy bastard!"

"… … That's not it either."

Jiselle looked around. All the vassals of the estate had gathered there again. She knew this would happen.

Claude came out again, this time sobbing and making his way through the crowd.

He said with an annoyed expression.

"Are you trying to get me to curse again? No, if you can't win, then surrender. What on earth is your pride?"

"… … No."

Despite Giselle's indifferent answer, Claude shouted in a voice full of resentment.

"Everyone is swearing at me! I bet that you're the one who's causing this trouble again! Are you really going to use the people's love like that? My lord, do you really want to see me go crazy?"

Alfoydo grumbled and meddled beside him.

"I'll just give you a draw, so let's just shave off 10 years. Please stop being so stubborn from now on. Don't you know that I'm in trouble every time this happens? Me, the 'man who defeated God'! Oh my, I'm so embarrassed."

Claude and Alfoy were once again pressured by their vassals. They asked why they kept bothering the lord and causing trouble.

I was surprised when I drank poison before, but later I realized that it was a form of training. However, stabbing the heart with a dagger was clearly not a form of training.

Where in the world is there such a stupid practice?

Everyone thought that this time, the proud lord had finally lost his temper and committed suicide.

Jiselle, who was considering just chasing him away like before, sighed and gave a brief explanation. It was because she thought it was natural to continue to try to stop him this time.

"It's a new training. It's dangerous, but I'm controlling it appropriately, so don't worry."

Belinda asked, her eyes still suspicious.

"What kind of practice is that? Where in the world does anyone practice something like that! How does it help?"

"Well, what this is is… … ."

Giselle roughly explained her hypothesis. It was more of an assumption and imagination than a detailed theory, but it got the point across.

Even after hearing the explanation, people just blinked for a while. After a while, Belinda spoke with a look of disbelief.

"So… … you were training like that because you were afraid that you would die if you were hit by a transparent guy who didn't even make a sound?"

"Well, not necessarily… … Maybe that's where you got your inspiration from?"

"… … Master, sensing presence is simply a matter of skill. There is no such creature in the world that cannot be seen or heard."

Vanessa also chimed in from the side.

"That doesn't make sense in terms of physics, not even with magic. There's a certain amount of energy required to accelerate an object from rest to a certain speed, and any object with mass can do that… ."

As she, the queen of explanations, was about to start her lecture, Giselle abruptly cut her off.

"I told you, that's not necessarily the case! I'm just training to increase my defenses in case I'm suddenly attacked, so stop worrying and just go about your business. Aren't you all busy?"

People told her not to practice like that because she was already strong enough, but Jiselle was unwavering.

Finally, Claude shrugged and said.

"You see? I clearly persuaded him? The lord refused."

Alpoy also nodded from the side.

"I definitely gave in? I did nothing wrong?"

This time too, the two people who were threatened by several people retreated with triumphant expressions.

This incident spread quickly among the people of Yeongji.

The people of Yeongji were shocked and stabbed Claude and Alfoy's portraits again.

"Why on earth can't the General bother our Lord? The Lord will win this time anyway!"

"I have to tell the saint so she can punish me!"

"Alpoy-sama is the same! He's even rude to the saintess!"

Claude and Alfoy's reputation fell to rock bottom. In fact, it would be more accurate to say that they fell underground, since they were already at rock bottom.

The loyalty of the people towards Giselle is extremely high. Naturally, they believed that Giselle would win and laughed at Claude and Alfoy.

However, the two of them had become stronger than before. No matter how many curses and ridicule they received from the people of Yeongji, they no longer blinked.

"I heard there are a lot of people who curse at us."

"It's the limit of ignorant people who don't know anything."

Claude and Alfoy stood on the balcony of the castle, each holding a glass of wine.

Claude said, drinking his wine elegantly.

"What will you do when you are free, Alfoy?"

"I will probably take over the tower after I finish my training as a successor to the Magic Tower. During my reign, the Magic Tower will once again take its place as the best in the North."

"As expected, he is a man with great ambition. He is worthy of being called a man who has defeated God."

"What are you going to do?"

"I… … am thinking about becoming the owner of a small estate."

"That's a clean and innocent choice, you know. It wouldn't be a bad idea to live leisurely like that."

"Yeah, you've had a hard time."

The two faced each other and smiled leisurely. They could tell what was on each other's mind without having to say a word.

Claude said, holding out the glass.

"You could be a great tower owner."

Alpoy also held out his glass.

"You too can be a good lord."

The two smiled and clinked their glasses.

Wendy, who was watching the scene from behind, laughed at the two with a rotten expression.

* * *

Aside from the incident of Jiselle's self-harm, there were no major changes in people's daily lives. Jiselle continued her strange training despite the dissuasion of those around her.

A month passed by in an instant.

Swish.

Two days before the promised date, it started to rain. Claude looked out the window and smiled.

"The weather is nice."

Since it rained a lot, the ground will be muddy. Moving around on such ground will inevitably consume more stamina. It will certainly be difficult for the experimental participants to move during the mock battle.

It was a situation where I couldn't help but smile.

"Two days later… … ."

Claude closed his eyes and calmed his mind.

Today, two days before the full-scale battle.

The sound of the wind and the eerie sound of rain hit the office window.

The calm before the storm.

He did not refute those who had laughed at him in the realm and those who still laugh at him now.

The results will tell whether the lord is sloppy or you are sloppy.

Because that was… …the way 'the matchmaker' Claude lived.