Bab 517: Marraige With The Devil

She stabbed towards me, but the movement was so big that I practically read her like a book and stepped outside of the range, charging up another large swing which my daughter fully read. 

Yet, her movement was already in the drilling motion, which I hopped over and simultaneously swung my sword down, stopping just before it could slice her head in half. 

"Huff… huff… huff… huff… holy shit-" 

"Ay! What did I say about cursing!?" Fol shouted before quickly running over here and separating us back into our respective sides of the garden. "Now, you know what she's like, so don't brute force it. She's smart, powerful, and fast, meaning you have to outwit her in at least two of these sections." 

Fol gave our daughter some good advice, but now I was going to switch it up just to see the surprise on my naive daughter's face.