Chapter 35: The First Phase Sergeant Corps

Actually, even without Hubert filling her head with these wild ideas that would surely get him scolded by Mentor Margaret—the “Sun of Gondwana!”—Su Na was already attempting to develop her own new combat style.

The valiant and heroic image of her mother, Lady Adelaide, clad in full plate armor often echoed in her mind.

The reason was simple: it just looked incredibly cool.

What child of Huaxia didn’t harbor a dream of being a swordsman!

So later, when Lady Adelaide urged her to learn martial arts and swordplay, she reluctantly went along with it.

But then again, what child of Huaxia didn’t also dream of being a stealthy opportunist?

Being a mage who could take down an opponent from eight hundred miles away was both exceptionally safe and highly sensible!

So once again, since she knew both magic and martial arts, wasn’t it perfectly reasonable to become a close-combat heavy-armored mage clad in enchanted plate armor and wielding a mithril longsword?

She only wondered if the Goddess of Light could accept letting a cheerful young girl who wasn’t a believer learn some healing magic.

If that were the case, she would be able to tank, deal damage, and heal all on her own; she couldn’t even imagine how delightful that would be.

Regrettably, Lady Adelaide ruthlessly rejected this idea upon hearing it, stating that biting off more than she could chew would lead to nothing.

Whether it was the martial arts of warriors or the magic of mages, neither was a system that could be mastered quickly.

Even if one could learn both and excel in both, the energy source for a warrior’s martial arts was also mana.

Thus, the so-called dual cultivation of magic and martial arts simply could not be sustained by a single body’s capacity.

Moreover, guiding magic was extremely mentally draining, and the high-intensity, vigorous exercise of martial arts demanded massive physical stamina and focus.

What seemed like a perfect combination of far and near combat would, in reality, not only cause mental strain but also literally drain her of her life force.

Oh, did she mean throwing two magic missiles while in close combat, or perhaps a mage performing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu when closed in on?

Both groups actually did know a bit of these tricks; one should never test humanity’s regard for their own lives with wild imagination.

To survive in battle or win, let alone throwing fireballs, they would throw chili water, scatter quicklime, or kick the groin—there was no underhanded trick they wouldn’t use.

In short, the focus was entirely on competition first and friendship second.

Noble gentlemen?

Knightly spirit?

Those who talked about those things were eliminated in the very first round.

So when Su Na proposed this idea, Lady Adelaide’s eyes were full of smiles.

Her daughter’s thoughts now were exactly the same things she herself had fantasized about when she was young; this was youth.

However, Adelaide liked this Su Na even more.

If the interaction between family members was too formal, it only proved that the relationship wasn’t deep enough.

Indeed, not daring to expose one’s true thoughts in front of one’s own family was a tragedy in itself.

Although Lady Adelaide dispelled Su Na’s unrealistic fantasies, she had no intention of going easy on Su Na in training.

In her words: you can choose not to use it, but you must at least understand it.

If you are not proficient in martial arts, how can you grasp your opponent’s train of thought and come up with countermeasures?

A mage’s advantage is unparalleled offensive capability, so the moment they appear on the battlefield, they become the target of everyone’s concentrated fire.

A mage who only knows how to wait and defend is doing no less than dancing on a knife’s edge; a single mistake, and they will be decapitated.

This point was shared by Hubert, who had come over to visit, and he even showed Su Na the scar on the back of his neck, indicating that this was caused by an ambush while walking on the road in his youth.

He remarked that if his reaction had been any slower, he would have reincarnated and been thirteen years old by now.

He also stated that most famous, powerful mages did not die on the battlefield~

Su Na nodded seriously to indicate she understood.

Reality was not a game; enemies would not display health bars or turn red to warn you.

You could only judge the real-time state of those around you through your senses and understanding of other professions.

While studying, Su Na’s process of reorganizing the new army had also got on track.

Even without Baron Kaibuli and his wife’s support, it actually wouldn’t cause much of a stir.

What Su Na had done in the territory over the years was plain to all; her prestige in the hearts of the subjects could even rival that of her father, Baron Kaibuli.

If Baron Kaibuli inherited the traditions of the Fafnir family and provided these subjects with the conditions to survive, then what Su Na was doing was directing them toward a better future; surviving and living are two completely different concepts.

They didn’t understand anything too deep, but ever since Su Na took over the territory’s construction, the changes on their dining tables were visibly real.

The copper coins in their pockets had increased, and when winter arrived, the whole family no longer had to huddle together to keep warm from the cold.

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