Within the opulent halls of the royal castle, Princess Sylveria, barely nine years old, honed her rapier skills with singular focus. Like Isla, she chafed against the limitations imposed by her new mortal form, particularly the absence of her once-dominant icy dominion. The inability to wield her Spirit Weapon only exacerbated her frustration, forcing her to rely on enchants imbuing her blade with frigid energies.
As she trained, a faint sigh escaped her lips, drawing the attention of her loyal butler, Sebastian. "Is something troubling you, Your Highness?" he inquired, concern etched on his aged features. Sylveria merely shook her head, her regal demeanor masking the simmering annoyance directed at Goddess Destinia.
"Let us continue, Ozwell." she commanded, her voice steady and resolute. At her words, Ozwell, a seasoned instructor, blinked in surprise as the young princess launched herself forward with breathtaking speed and grace.
Sebastian watched intently as Sylveria clashed with her sparring partner, Mr. Ozwell. The man's eyes widened in astonishment at the princess's unparalleled skill with her rapier. Her technique was flawless, each strike calculated and precise. Even in this form, Sylveria's latent potential shone through.
Ozwell stumbled backward, his own parries faltering against the princess's relentless assault. His face contorted in effort, yet he managed to maintain his footing, though barely. It was clear he was no match for Sylveria's prowess.
"You...are incredible, Princess!" Ozwell gasped, chest heaving. "If this is the level of skill among the royalty, no wonder you've risen so quickly through the ranks!"
Sylveria's expression remained composed, her icy gaze never leaving her opponent. She disengaged, allowing Ozwell a moment's reprieve. "Merely honing my craft, Instructor.
As the princess's statement hung in the air, Sebastian, ever attentive to his mistress's needs, cleared his throat to regain everyone's attention. "Shall we conclude the session for now, Princess? You have an audience awaiting you shortly." Sylveria nodded, her gaze still fixed on Ozwell, who was still trying to catch his breath. "Very well, Sebastian. Instructor Ozwell, I suggest you focus on improving your own techniques if you hope to keep pace with a royal."
With that parting jab, the princess swept past her instructor and exited the training hall, her slender figure disappearing down the corridor. Sebastian followed closely behind, his eyes never leaving the princess's retreating form.
In the wake of Sylveria's departure, Ozwell stood alone, his chest still heaving from the intensity of their duel. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, a newfound respect for the young princess burning within him.
