After traveling through time, I want to become a magical omnipotent saint

The next morning, Isabella did not stay in bed this time, because she took a short nap in the fourth dungeon.

Last night was the fastest time I ever got back. It happened to be after Charlie's midnight ward rounds that I returned to my room to sleep.

Getting up early to practice swordplay again...

For a child from an aristocratic family in this world and this era, this kind of lifestyle is the beginning of a very ordinary day.

But Heroda had no other swordsmanship guidance. In his eyes, Isabella's swordsmanship had already developed muscle memory...

"Isabella..."

Heroda put down his sword and said to Isabella as she swung her sword seriously.

"You need sparring to improve. You have already mastered these moves and routines, but on the battlefield, you still need to learn how to adapt your tactics to changing circumstances. So, starting today, you will attack me during continuous swordplay until the day you go to Briffin Academy."

After Isabella listened to Heroda's advice, she wanted to smile, but she gritted her teeth and forced herself to hold back the smile, but instead she looked extremely painful.

If my father knew that I was fighting outside now, and that I was not holding the sword in my hands but was controlling the magic sword with magic, I wonder what kind of expression he would show, but I must keep my secret.

"what happened?"

Heloda said in a gentle and concerned tone.

"You are like this... are you lacking confidence? Or are you afraid?"

Isabella raised her sword, pointed it at Heroda, and said in a tough manner: "My father is the Knight Commander and very powerful. Of course I will be nervous and afraid."

In fact, Isabella has always wanted to test her father's true strength, but if she really wants to confront him, she needs to restrain her strength, but she also doesn't want to lose too badly.

Heloda took a defensive stance: "Isabella, attack first. Your father reminds you that on the battlefield, you must learn to take the initiative to attack and show your momentum. If you keep defending, you will be beaten endlessly!"

Isabella raised her long sword and rushed forward. When she raised the blade of the wooden training sword, although she did not use magic power when she swung it, her own foundation was very strong, and she swung out sword shadows and sword energy...

As a battle-hardened magic warrior, Heloda couldn't believe that the momentum of Isabella's sword was no less powerful than his own!

The moment Isabella swung her sword, she realized that she seemed to have used a little too much force, and she was trying to slow down during the attack...

Relying on years of experience, Heloda dodged several attacks and after a few rounds of confrontation with Isabella, he found a flaw and suppressed Isabella's next move with the sword.

The first time Heloda confronted Isabella, she was excited and sighed: I didn't expect that she had practiced to this level! If I get old, she must be strong enough to inherit her father's mantle.

In Isabella's eyes, Heroda showed no mercy and confronted her like a real enemy.

But there is no need to be serious about it now. He should pretend to be struggling for a few rounds from the beginning to the end, and swing the sword slower and slower as time goes by, so that Heloda can seize the opportunity to end the battle.

If the confrontation continues for a few more rounds, it might be a bit too much to think that the young bull is too powerful in the eyes of his father.

Isabella and Heloda faced off for two rounds, and were defeated in seven or eight rounds each time.

Isabella took a deep breath, put down her sword, took Kokoro's sweat towel, wiped the sweat off her face and asked.

"Father, I'm tired! Can I take a break?"

After Isabella cleaned up, she saw Heloda's wide eyes and realized that he was gritting his teeth slightly and was silent.

"Well... okay, let's take a break before continuing..."

Heluoda no longer felt any excitement, but instead felt extremely nervous, a nervousness that came from the inside out.

I found that I was more nervous than Isabella in the previous few games.

I felt that my daughter was a very strong opponent, so I didn't dare to take it lightly. I had just used several powerful moves, but she seemed to know in advance and chose to dodge. But when it came to moves that shouldn't have been a problem for me, she couldn't handle them, as if she was deliberately letting me win...

The reason why Heloda has this weird feeling is that after years of fighting experience, he can know the opponent's strength just by the moment of confrontation.

This feeling was becoming more and more wrong. The last time Heloda had this feeling was during the graduation match with his swordsmanship teacher.

However, Heloda thought it was probably her own illusion: Isabella was the child she trained personally, at least we knew each other's moves, but she was so panicked because she didn't expect her strength to be stronger than expected? She saw the shadow of her younger self in her swordsmanship, so... I can't beat my younger self.

Isabella seemed to understand the shocked expression on Heroda's face.

Can't I avoid it? Did I find that there was something wrong with me? It must be that I didn't act like the original. If Heluoda suspected that I was not the original owner, I really didn't dare to think what would happen next.

Isabella lowered her head and looked at the wooden sword she used for training, feeling conflicted...

"Isabella, what was it like to have your first confrontation?"

Heloda asked, the tension in her heart easing a lot.

"I don't feel that way. I think my father has better skills and more experience..."

In the next few games, Isabella did not dodge, but instead endured all kinds of force, but was still defeated in a few rounds.

This time, Hailuoda did not have any suspicion, but asked in a heavy tone: "Why don't you hide? Your body will soon be unable to withstand so many heavy attacks."

"Father, I want to try to face the challenge head-on... I think that not every attack can be dodged on the battlefield. If I dodge too many attacks, I might fall into a defensive vicious circle."

After hearing Isabella's tough and courageous words, Heroda smiled with relief. After thinking about it, she thought that her daughter, whom she had carefully nurtured, was too outstanding. She was completely shocked by her initial brilliance...

Seeing the solemn expression on Heluoda's face disappear, Isabella finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was almost suspected by Heluoda.

Nap time.

Heloda goes to the Knights' training ground every day to start work. When he goes out, he always has a smile on his face and he always brags about his daughter outside.

After tidying up, Isabella came to the B&B again.

Elvin, who had been waiting for a long time, saluted Isabella after seeing her, imitating the knight's way of saluting her: he covered his heart with his right hand and bowed.

"have you eaten?"

Isabella's first words were just such a simple, everyday greeting.

Erwin didn't dare to look directly at him. After all, apart from his parents, no one had ever cared about him like this.

"I ate a simple pasta meal..."

"You should eat more meat in the future," Isabella said softly, "Eating more meat will give you strength and help you grow taller quickly. I don't have much time in the afternoon, so I should go out now."

Erwin nodded, looking a little ashamed, because everything he had now was given by the 'Saint', including food, daily necessities, and powerful strength. The more he got, the more guilty he felt.

The two walked on the street, and Erwin's silence made Isabella feel strange.

"What's wrong? You're not talking today?"

"Miss Saint…Brina," Erwin said in a daze, "I'm thinking about how to repay you for all the kindness you gave me today..."

"Let's talk about the future matters later!"

Isabella smiled knowingly. Seeing Erwin's guilty look, she thought he was cute and had a lot of kindness in his heart.

When they arrived at the Fountain Square, the weapons smelting shop Isabella chose was Mig's.

From a distance, he saw Yanluo Mig releasing fire element magic to infuse the furnace, while his father rhythmically struck the red-hot iron blade.

Isabella and the other girl went to Mig's blacksmith shop to inquire about weapon customization.

"...What? To build a mid-level weapon? You two, do you know how much it will cost? And it will take at least a month to complete, and you don't have all the materials... And this is not a place for children!"

Yanluo Miguel met the two and explained the rules of this industry.

Isabella suddenly felt a headache.

"I don't know what materials are suitable. How about... I'll pay you and you can make it using the horns of the elite monsters. If there are any extra horns, I'll leave them to you. So... can your shop make a mid-level magic sword?"

Isabella took out a gold coin, and Yan Luo stared at it for a long time. It was the first time he saw a gold coin...

"This... is equivalent to one hundred silver coins! It must be enough!"

Yan Luo's father had no objection, but he had received many urgent orders recently, so the preliminary work of this order could only be completed by Yan Luo.

Isabella had no objection and paid the full amount.