The Villainess Enjoys Her Seventh Life as a Free-Spirited Bride (hostage) in a Former Enemy Country

He moved with a powerful, long sweeping stroke. He swung his wooden sword and slashed at her with all his strength.

“Don’t swing with all your might.”

“!”

Rishe stepped back and dodged the blow.

Sven swiftly swung the next one and aimed at Rishe’s shoulder. She flicked it with her left sword, and that was enough to break his stance.

“Ku…”

Sven exhaled and gripped his wooden sword once more. He seemed flustered, but amazed that he didn’t drop his sword just now.

“It’s not a good idea to keep your centre of gravity on your sword when attacking. It’s hard to hold your stance when it’s hit, and it’s even worse if you can avoid it.”

“Yah~!”

“Always think of your next strike when you attack.”

While explaining, she stopped Sven’s blow with her left sword.

Kaan ~ right after the sound of the wooden sword clashing, another presence attacked.

Rishe held the sword in her right hand and deflected the attack above her head.

“Whoa, that’s what I’m talking about, Lu!”

She smiled at Fritz’s cheerful compliment, and pushed both of them away. From there she raised the tip of her wooden sword again and broke into Sven’s bosom.

She tried to slam the hilt into his shin, but Sven parried it off with his sword.

“Good move, but it’s a shame!”

“…!”

Rishe spun around and slashed at Fritz along the way. Fritz blocked it with his sword, but Rishe didn’t stop attacking.

When one blocked her, she would just switch to the other one. While engaging and holding Fritz down with her left sword, she unleashed the sword in her right hand.

“Sven! Don’t take it, avoid it!”

“Ugh!”

“That’s the rhythm! Sven, look closely at Fritz’s movements and match your tricks with him!”

In response to Rishe’s advice, the two exchanged glances as they moved. They wielded their swords in sync, but it wasn’t enough.

“A bit more. If you were in your opponent’s shoes right now, where would you aim to attack?”

“Oh…”

“I see, of course…”

It was Sven who shouted first.

“Fritz, below!”

“Got it.”

Taking that word as a cue, Fritz quickly sat down. He crouched down just off the ground and tried to brush off Rishe’s leg with his wooden sword.

The moment she dodged with a leap, Sven charged forward from the front. Rishe raised both hands caught it with both swords crossed overhead, twisting her upper body as she landed.

Drawn by Rishe’s rotation, Sven was thrown off in front of Fritz.

Fritz reached out to support him. He grabbed Sven’s arm to help him regain his stance, and they quickly slashed simultaneously.

Rishe parried with her left and right swords. Despite the impact of it, Rishe was unconsciously thrilled.

Wow, much better…!

They had been challenging her individually earlier, but as soon as they became conscious of their coordination, their movements changed.

They must have been aware of it as well. Even when Rishe’s sword parried their swords, their eyes were shining. It was obvious they’re having a great time sparring.

“Fritz, let’s push through with the next shot.”

“Yeah, let’s do it!”

“Good call — but sorry!”

Rishe exhaled briefly and gently retreated.

“Ah!”

Their stance was shaken by the sudden loss of resistance and their stance collapsed.

Rishe took advantage of the opportunity and hammered into Fritz’s sword, turning the tip around.

Unable to resist the tangled movement, Fritz released his grip on the wooden sword. Thus, she flicked it far away, and set next for Sven.

“Agh!…”