The Slime Doesn't Die from Mana Transfer

Chapter 46 : Sword Saint's Blessing

Rozelite soon regretted it—regretted not resting properly during the day to conserve her energy.

Because, just as Winnie had said, she was teaching with the mindset of making Rozelite unable to get out of bed the next day.

She had never been a teacher, nor was she good at teaching students.

So after thinking it through, she simply decided to use real combat from the very beginning—teaching while fighting.

As for whether this teaching method was effective?

Whether it suited Rozelite or not?

Bah! Who cared about that kind of thing? A teacher’s job was only to teach. Whether you could learn or not depended on yourself! Hadn’t she already said that talentless fools shouldn’t whine, but should look for the problem within themselves?!

Thus, Winnie launched a storm-like offensive.

This was nothing like the test during the day.

Back then, Winnie had been caught off guard by Rozelite’s unexpected strength and was defeated in their very first exchange.

That was normal. After all, Winnie’s swordsmanship style was not suited for defense.

Losing from a moment of carelessness was perfectly reasonable.

But now, things were different. The roles of offense and defense had been reversed.

Rozelite felt as though the unending assault crashed down on her like a storm. The sword skills she had thought were decent were completely shattered by Winnie’s offense. Even if she tried her hardest to defend, she couldn’t fully withstand it.

Winnie’s sword was too fast.

Although Rozelite could block head-on when she reacted in time, most of the time she simply couldn’t keep up. Winnie’s blade would flash several times in the blink of an eye.

With a flick of Winnie’s wrist, her blade slapped across Rozelite’s body.

A faint red mark bloomed against Rozelite’s fair skin.

The sharp sting made Rozelite grit her teeth. If it had been before, she probably would have already cried and begged to stop. But the past was the past. Now was now. Rozelite believed she had grown. She would not allow herself to cry and whine like a fool again!

The pace of the battle was completely in Winnie’s control.

At this rate, there was no way to win.

She had to… counterattack!

At that thought, Rozelite relied on her remaining instincts and a surge of unwilling determination to force open a sliver of an opening amidst Winnie’s relentless sword shadows.

She twisted her body sharply, channeling her built-up strength into her arm and sword, and slashed fiercely at Winnie’s exposed side!

The strike was even faster than she had expected.

The blade gave a sharp, shrill whistle!

And then—Rozelite saw her sword pierce through Winnie’s body.

It hit!

The thought hadn’t even fully formed before her arm suddenly felt light. The desperate counterattack she had poured all her strength into had only cut through air. Or rather… a fading afterimage.

When Rozelite came back to her senses, a cold, sharp sword tip was already pressed against her throat.

Her body froze.

“Gulp—”

She swallowed reflexively.

“A rash counterattack leads only to this result. You think your opponent shows a flaw, but in truth it’s just bait to lure you in. Real combat isn’t just a contest of technique. It’s also a test of battle awareness.”

Winnie tapped Rozelite’s cheek with her sword.

“Remember this feeling. Then… again.”

“…Alright.”

Rozelite lowered her voice.

Another round of combat began. Winnie swung her sword once more.

Rozelite forced herself to defend again.

With the memory of the blade at her throat, cold sweat slid down her neck and soaked her collar.

“Although we’re both using one-handed swords, there are many different schools of swordsmanship depending on one’s style.”

Winnie explained casually as she suppressed Rozelite with ease.

“My style is about one-hit kills—emphasizing speed while pouring all my strength into the first strike, leaving no room for error, aiming to finish the fight in one blow. But for training purposes, you can start with just speed.”

“The human body is fragile. Even bodies strengthened by magic cannot easily withstand a sharp blade. That’s why, in the Godspeed style, raw strength isn’t the most important factor. This is also why I don’t think you’re suited for the Godspeed style.”

“…But since you want to learn it, I’ll teach you.”

“Focus on your wrist. Imagine it as the pivot point…”

The lesson and combat continued simultaneously.

Rozelite’s back was already drenched in cold sweat.

“So strong. Far too strong.”

Russell could see it clearly as well.

Winnie was attacking at the absolute limit of what Rozelite could endure… no, even slightly faster than that. Which meant Rozelite could barely hold out for a short while, with no chance to counterattack at all.

For every strike Rozelite made, Winnie could land three.

This wasn’t just a gap—it was an entirely different level.

Before long, Winnie’s sword was pressed against Rozelite’s throat again.

Rozelite stiffened, not daring to move.

“Rest for five minutes, then we’ll continue,” Winnie said, withdrawing her blade.

Rozelite immediately collapsed onto the ground, completely losing any trace of her princess-like image.

It wasn’t just physical fatigue. The constant mental tension of not daring to relax had drained her even more.

Taking the chance, Russell asked.

“By the way, do you know what the Sword Saint's Blessing is?”

“Sword Saint’s… Blessing?”

Rozelite took a deep breath.

“I’ve heard of it, but I don’t know much.”

“How so?”

“It seems to be a special inheritance of the Charlotte family. In eras without a Hero, the Charlotte family was the main force against the demon race. What they relied on was the Sword Saint's Blessing.”

“But I heard the price was very heavy. Even among the Charlotte family’s direct line, not everyone had the chance to receive the blessing. Only those recognized as extremely talented could obtain it,” Rozelite said.

“And its effect?”

Russell pressed.

“Mm… as far as I know, whether it’s training or actual combat, as long as it’s related to the sword, both efficiency and power are greatly enhanced. But the degree of the boost varies from person to person.”

“What?!”

Russell’s eyes widened.

“So you’re saying, even if someone trained their swordsmanship to the peak, if the other person had the Sword Saint's Blessing, they’d still be stronger?”

“In theory… that should be right.”

Rozelite wasn’t entirely sure.

After all, there truly were many master swordsmen from the Charlotte family.

Russell turned to glance at Winnie.

Then looked again at her attribute panel, where Sword Saint's Blessing lv.8 was displayed.

Heh…

“…Isn’t this basically cheating?”