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Kimberlyphobia

Chapter 89|Kimberlyphobia

The swishing of swords sounds was intermingled with Kimberly's hard breath as a sheen of sweat formed on her forehead while she engaged in a swordfight with Saif who won her yet again, bringing the sword close to her chest.

Tired she settled on the ground not minding the dirt while staring at Saif exasperated.

"The sword is way too heavy and I can't even wield it properly," she whined.

"I handed you the smallest fighting sword I could find. You are holding the size of the sword used to train Tristan."

Kimberly chuckled lightly, "Now I could tell why I'm feeling such grumpy energy."

Ever since Tristan had gotten a visit from Prince Lucan, Kimberly could tell that something was up with him. More than once, she had seen his lingering stares at her and she had given up trying to start a conversation with him since he didn't respond or acknowledge her presence.