Tangled By Fate

Chapter 313 – ROXANA’S ANSWER

Veronica raised an eyebrow. "Will you?"

Arthur's expression became solid. He could only blame himself for her mistrust. "Nica, I'm sorry I made you lonely and let you decide everything by yourself."

Veronica nodded. She was ready to give him a chance. After all, she loved him. "If you are sorry then help me convince Roxana. Ironin will be just my sparring partner. I need someone who can teach me how to use my hands and legs."

"Since she readily declared that she lost, I think she took a liking to you. Don't worry what she has to say," Arthur eased her concern. "As for your sword, care to explain how you got this?" 

Veronica tilted her head. "Is this something special?" She recalled it was gifted by an elf warrior from Urulas's group. He gave her this after she learned how to draw a sword and fight with it. It was her first lesson.

Arthur remarked, "It's not a manmade sword."

"What do you mean?" Veronica was alarmed. "Did a deadman make this sword? A ghost?"

"No, I mean a human didn't make this sword," Arthur corrected. "It's an Elvish blade."

"Is that so…" Veronica muttered. 'Seriously! I didn't want Arthur to know this fast. Why did they have to give me an Elvish sword?' She was annoyed but didn't express it. "Is this a bad sword?"

"No, it's a legendary sword. It belonged to a famous Elvish warrior. It was made during the Great War."

"How do you know so much about this sword?"

"It's a history book about the war. The book was written by a General of Sivarta Empire."

"Maybe I should read it," she considered. 'I can learn more about the Great War.

"I have a feeling that you cannot handle it because it's too gruesome even for you. Zinnia once puked while reading the book and never touched it again in her life."

"That intense! Then I must read it." Veronica's eyes were sparkling like a mischievous child.

Arthur chuckled. "I should have realized why the priests and nuns always kept an eye on you."

"How can you be so mean! It's not like that." Veronica pouted. "It's just Sister Josephine who always rolled her eyes whenever she saw me. She always thought of me as a troublemaker."

Arthur rubbed his chin with a smile. "Well, I can understand why."

"How could you!" Veronica punched his chest again and again.

Arthur laughed. He hardly had times like that with his wife. He wanted to cherish every moment of this. 

Later, Roxana came to meet them. "I see you aren't healed yet," she commented.

"Yes, I'm not powerful enough to use the magic on me yet," Veronica smoothly lied.

Roxana placed a hand on her waist. "Then, maybe you should start practicing because I'm going to give you a hell of a mark on your whole body."

"Does that mean…" Veronica stood up with expectation. When she saw her approving smile, she just knew the answer. "Oh! Thank you so much!"

"There is nothing to be thankful for. You earned it. You should thank yourself. Do you want to stay here and train with me?" Roxana asked.

"No, she won't," Arthur directly rejected. "You have to go to the tower and train her." 

"And how am I supposed to do that? I don't have teleportation balls unlike you."

"Here," Arthur threw her a teleportation magic ball. "It was made especially for you."

"Thank you!" Roxana caught it. She was elated. 

Arthur told her, "You can only use it to teleport in the training ground of the tower."

"…" The smile was gone from Roxana's mouth. She didn't feel like laughing anymore.

Veronica noticed that a storm could approach at any moment. She didn't want to lose Roxana as her trainer. She hurriedly said, "All right, we will be leaving now. Shall we start my training tomorrow morning?"

"Sounds good. I'll be there around nine. Make sure to eat two hours before the lesson starts," Roxana advised her.

"All right. I'll do that." Veronica agreed. After that, they left the place.

Arthur was holding Veronica's left hand while she was grabbing a stick of spicy chicken kebab in her right hand. She swung their hands and tasted the flavor of the meat. 

People were walking past them but those two weren't bothered by the crowd. It was like they were in their own world. 

Veronica finally got her trainer thanks to her husband. She was ecstatic. "This is delicious. Arthur, try some." She shoved the stick kebab into his mouth.

Arthur already knew the taste since he ate it before. Even so, he took a small bite and left the huge piece for her to enjoy. He nodded and said, "Hmm, it's good."

"I gave you a chance, but you ate so little. I'm not giving you any more. It's your loss." Veronica giggled and took a large bite.

The corner of Arthur's mouth raised enigmatically. His mood lifted upon seeing her joyful mood. "Fine, it's my loss. As long as you enjoy it, it's fine with me."

"Don't regret and then eye on my food. I'll have a stomach ache later," Veronica warned him.

"That won't happen." Arthur chuckled.

"By the way, why didn't you tell her how much she will get while training me?" she reminded him. "Shouldn't you discuss this before accepting her? I was so excited that I totally forgot about it." 

"You want her as your trainer, so there is nothing else to discuss. She will be working for the Magic Tower's Mistress. She will be paid handsomely. She doesn't need to ask for the payment. If she does, it means she is looking down on the Magic Tower."

"It won't be too much, will it?" Veronica was worried.

Arthur didn't know why she was concerned. "You are the Mistress. You have enough allowance to drown yourself in luxury. I'm sure Ovior told you."

Only then did Veronica remember. "Oh, yes, he did say something like that when he was teaching me lessons. I almost forgot about it. I will ask him once I go back…" 

She was talking to him but halted on her track and was at a loss for words.. She was staring at something.