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Carol:  Carol Remendes had first met Theresia when she was fourteen. The House of Remendes had served the Astrea family, the house of the Sword Saints, for generations. Carol, too, had learned the blade for as long as she could remember, honing her abilities and being trained in her family’s duties. When the Sword Saint Freibel van Astrea passed on the blessing of the Sword Saint to the next generation, and a new Sword Saint was born, the responsibility of attending her fell to Carol. Carol could still remember her first day of duty—she had been so nervous she thought she might faint clean away. It was only natural. Many of the great swordspeople of the Remendes family were present at that moment. Carol was, of course, quite a competent sword fighter compared to other members of her own generation, but if pure strength was the only condition for being an attendant of the Sword Saint, well, there were many other qualified candidates. And yet it was Carol, young and immature, who had been chosen. She was confused.
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Theresia:  "Are you the one who will be with me from today onward?"
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Carol:  "Y-yes, ma’am! I’m Carol Remendes, of House of Remendes! I’m inexperienced as a swordswoman, but for you, Lady Theresia Astrea, I will spare no—"
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Theresia:  "You don’t have to be quite so nervous. Can I call you Carol?" Theresia smiled.
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Carol:  Carol was somewhat calmed by this behavior, but she was also suspicious. It was hard for her to believe that this child was the Sword Saint, the one who had received the blessing spoken of in legend. This girl is a sword fighter vastly more accomplished even than me? Carol had spent no small amount of time diligently devoted to the art of the sword, and she had a certain conceit about her own abilities. It was unsurprising that such extensive training might cause her to doubt the true abilities of the “Sword Saint.” In truth, neither the way Theresia carried herself nor the way she acted gave the slightest hint that she knew anything of the sword, nor of the martial arts at all. It was not easy to simply accept the claim that she was the one who had inherited the most powerful of martial blessings.
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Carol:  "Lady Theresia, if it’s all right with you, perhaps I could beg a lesson in swordsmanship from you?" It was a very provocative way of speaking, but that, Carol reflected, was how she had been back then. She had believed then she was hiding her doubts, but she was sure now that Theresia had seen through her.
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Theresia:  The Sword Saint had put a finger to her lips, feigning thought, and looked back at Carol. "I’m sorry."