Marshall had never thought that a male knight with a perky butt would teach girls like them. While she felt strange in her heart, she did become somewhat interested in seeing what this man would teach them.

The girls' hair is like a dye shop. Marshall's hair is blonde, and the other girls' hair is a different color.

"Dear female knights, as the beautiful flowers in the major families in the future, you must have some skills as a foil." The male knight's words were full of flattery, "From now on, America, that is, America

I will train you to be roses with thorns!"

What a rose with thorns... Marshall curled his lips. It seemed that he had to learn some unnecessary things from this teacher America. By the way, the name America really sounded like a woman.

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Except for Marshall, all the girls' faces were filled with suppressed excitement. The feeling of experiencing new things is extremely happy for children. They held the hem of their skirts with one hand and grabbed their hair with the other.

Fans of the same color, it seems that if they don't fan, the word "lady" escapes from their bodies.

"Let me reintroduce myself. My name is America. You can call me Mr. America from now on." America wanted everyone else to introduce themselves. "Please introduce yourselves. Who can start first?"

Huh? Please raise your hand."

Every girl except Marshall raised the hand that held up the fan, as if they would be beheaded if they couldn't get the first one. America chose a girl with the same hair as her first.

Introduce yourself.

"My name is Elijah Lin." The black-haired girl put away her fan and gently lit it on her left wrist. "I hope to become close friends with you all. Yes, close friends for life."

"My best friend in life? I like it!" The red-haired girl was as enthusiastic as red, "My name is Qibelin Mazmot! Yes, she is the eldest daughter of the Mazmot family!"

"Really? I didn't expect you to be the one from the Mazmot family..."

"That must be...a great honor to take classes with us! Become glorious female knights together!"

The silver-haired girl is Elle Joyce, the cyan-haired girl is Yuri Baobel, and the white-haired girl is Minia Alexander. She is a descendant of the founding marshal. Marshall knew about their families in advance through Philip's channels

, Mazmot is the most powerful nobleman in Yaris, and Qibelin is naturally the most influential person among all the girls.

To be honest, these girls have more or less contact in private. After all, they are members of the aristocratic class and will not be closed off. But as the princess, Marshall has always accepted closed management, and no light can be revealed.

, which can be regarded as a different kind of sadness. The worst situation now is that all the other girls know each other, and I become the independent one.

"This final female knight, please introduce yourself. In this case, each of us will know each other." America made a "please" gesture to Marshall.

Marshall straightened his body and said in a gentle tone: "My name is Marshall Jones."

Then it was gone. She was not good at saying polite words, after all, there had been nothing that needed her to resolve before. All the girls looked at each other, and America's eyes seemed to have the question "Is this gone?" In the end,

, it was Mazmot who came to the rescue.

The red-haired girl gently covered her mouth with her left hand, and a generous smile appeared in her eyebrows. She took Marshall's hand, as if dragging her from outside the circle into the circle. She said: "Your waist

This rose is so beautiful. Can you tell me its origin? Teacher America, this will not take up too much class time."

America waved her hand indifferently: "Of course! Getting to know each other is also a very important step in becoming a knight!"

Marshall paused and naturally curved his lips: "One of my uncles gave it to me. I thought it looked good, so I took it over. I like this rose very much."

She stretched out two fingers and placed it among the girls who came closer as if to display a work of art. Most people would not be able to tell that the [Golden Rose] was a magic sword, so there was no harm in showing it to them.

[It’s so hypocritical, I want to slap their faces with flower petals.]

"I beg you, don't do this..." Marshall begged, "Charlie will find out."

Marshall dealt with the girls for a while, and she not only noticed a few doubtful eyes directed at her. This was normal, Jones was the king's surname, and her name had never appeared in the circle of nobles, so they would definitely

There is no need for Marshall to worry about doubting his own identity. There is a high probability that they will only think that he is a minor collateral blood relative.

All the girls got to know each other briefly. Among them, Zeppelin was the most talkative and suddenly became the focus of everyone. Marshall was not a talkative and naturally became the one who listened.

"Okay, knights, you need to take off your clothes temporarily. During your free time in the afternoon, you can regain your beauty at this moment." America said, "You are ready in the dressing room on the right.

You have your own name on the knight uniforms in the locker room, and you can see the clothes that fit the size as soon as you enter. After lunch, you can put on your own clothes."

The girls seemed unable to hear the teacher's words, and started giggling mid-sentence. As if under an order, all the girls except Marshall ran to the locker room one by one. Marshall was stunned for a moment, and then saw America nodding.

After that, he hurried to his dressing room.

"Oh my God, I'm running around in a dress. My body feels so itchy... I really want to be set on fire." Marshall secretly rolled his eyes. She was obviously the last person, and she surpassed everyone else before she could react.

Girls, be the first to run to the farthest locker room.

After all, physical fitness still matters here. These little girls have all been playing house before and it is impossible to compare with him. Among the remaining girls, Qibelin is the fastest and is worthy of being the leader of the children.

The doors of the locker room are all made of colorful glass pieces. It feels like going in is not like changing clothes, but like falling into a colorful dream. Marshall frowned when he saw his knight uniform.

What kind of knight's uniform is this? It's obviously just another form of dress! It looks good, but it's useless! Marshall can put it on, but it only fits well. Overall, it's too tight, and the fabric doesn't have much elasticity. What's the big deal?

The action will fall apart.

Oops, the trousers were even pretending to be equipped with a ring for holding the sword, but Marshall was worried that his knight uniform would collapse just by making the action of drawing the sword, let alone actually drawing the sword.

The girl took two steps in place, but she still felt awkward. She pinned the [Golden Rose] on her pants, flicked her wrist, and suddenly pulled out the magic sword. It was a bit tight, but the clothes on her body did not tear.

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So-so... But it's unlikely to actually fight. At most, it's just showing off and wearing beautiful clothes. Not to mention, this white knight uniform has a rose on the chest and dark blue pants.

It exuded a sense of elegance and luxury. When Marshall looked in the mirror, he felt a bit handsome.

[Aside from being incapable of fighting, your clothes are actually pretty good.]

Marshall didn't have time to say anything to Irene, he rolled his eyes again, put the magic sword on the stool, put on the prepared sword, and went straight out the door. Humph, this sword is even better than this one

The magic sword is even lighter, is it made of paper?

America stood there waiting for the girls. Marshall was the first to enter the dressing room and the fastest to come out. Her body quickly adapted to the clothes on her body. She didn't know if it was the problem with the fabric or her own body.

The question is, walking is much more comfortable than when I was in the locker room just now.

Marshall pulled out his sword and swung it twice. No matter how thin the sword was, it was not even as thin as her hair. She had never seen anyone who could kill with hair. America watched Marshall swing the sword.

Looking like this, her eyes kept moving towards her right hand holding the sword, and she saw that her hand was covered in calluses.

Not everyone can swing the two snaps just now. In this class, although all the swords are made of metal, the metal is light and soft, and can be bent by just pressing with your fingers.

Come on. If you stab randomly without a specific technique, the airflow in the air will automatically set the sword tip to the side, and the bent sword body will not be able to pierce even a piece of tofu.

But the technique Marshall just used was obviously successful in breaking away from the resistance of the air. His wrist trembled very accurately, shaking the crooked sword tip back. If this sword had stabbed him in the body, it would have been a big blow.

There is definitely no problem with the bleeding mouth.

America didn't dare to frown, so she could only secretly wonder in her heart what the background of this girl was. Is this a coincidence, or...

Marshall is a person who has practiced stabbing countless times with the [Golden Rose]. How much wrist control is required to prevent the rose petals from falling off? No one knows. Marshall's unparalleled swordsmanship skills.

This allows her to control the direction of the sword blade extremely accurately, and any move has corresponding power.
Chapter completed!