I Regress if the Villainess Dies! Chapter 9: Chapter 8 Serika(1)

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“Xian, this is Serika,” Moris said, motioning to the woman who seemed to be impatiently kicking whatever dust is on the training ground. “A valued and loyal vassal of the young lady herself.” Then he turned to Serika. “I’m sure you’ve seen Xian around. He will be the young lady’s butler during her time at the academy.” Moris then turned to face Xian, "From now on, you will train with her. Your goal is to land a strike once by the end of the week.” “Sir Moris, pardon me, but… wouldn’t this interfere with her duties too much?” Xian asked. But in truth, he was thrilled. This wasn't just some event, this felt like a hidden scenario. One that hadn't been listed by anyone and now, it belonged to him alone. Apart from the seven main heroine which can be chosen as a set route, was the sub-heroine within. This ‘Serika’ based on just her appearance might be one of the sub-heroine’s under Carmillia’s hidden route. Moris turned to Carmillia, who sat nearby. Her chin rested in her pale hands, eyes half-lidded in what might have been sleep. At a nudge from Lucinelle, she stirred. She sat straighter, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. Her tone was smooth and emotionless. "You don't have to worry about it. I'll be here watching you train everyday from now on. For now, show me what you're capable of." "I thank the young miss for this opportunity." Moris bowed and thanked her as Xian followed suit. Moris stood aside. There were more eyes on Xian now. And all of them would be witnesses to his weakness, if he wasn't careful. "So?" Serika stepped forward, pointing her weapon at Xian. "What's your weapon?" Her tone were as if this is all an inconvenience. Xian studied her. Her posture was casual and confident. That air of arrogance, paired with her toned physique and cocky expression, this woman would've had players online barking like lunatics. He knew exactly the fanbase she'd summon. "Pick something already. You're gonna get your ass beat regardless." Serika urged for him to hurry up. 'Her personality seems to be… the headstrong type.' Xian recalled that her helmet or visor was always down in the game. Seeing her face gave him a clearer idea of what her type is—a reckless girl who dove in first and worried about consequences later. Of course, her strength backed her up. Xian mentally placed her somewhere between B and A-tier, easily in terms of potential. Maybe higher, depending on synergy. The coachman from before would probably lose if they fought at the same level. She will fall short from experience, but her monstrous specs will make her come out in top. 'If only I had the Glimpse Lens right now… I could’ve read her sheet. I’ll have to wait until we reach the academy.' He recalled a favorite item among players. The name was self-explanatory, and it was always one of the prioritized item to acquire after finishing the tutorial. Xian looked around at the weapon racks. Daggers, short swords, spears. His hand hovered over the pair of daggers Moris had trained him with but instead, he reached for a longsword. Moris let out a curious grunt. "Hm?" Xian didn’t explain. The choice wasn’t about tactics or hiding his strength. It was spite. Well, partly. The swordmaiden who killed him had used a longsword. His first death at the hands of another… the fear, the disconnection, the helplessness he felt that day, he would never forget it. He wanted to get some form of revenge even if regression had erased the event itself. Luring her out this way might help him achieve that. And it would be easier if he understood how she fought through firsthand experience rather than from what he remembered in the game. 'Petty? Sure. But I'm a sore loser.' He thought back on his habit when gaming. Visiting bosses with an out of their level build and crushing them. "Hoh? Are you like sis?" Serika smirked. 'Sis? Are they actually sisters? ' Or it could just be how they refer to each other. "I thought I saw you throw a dagger before… Not taking me seriously are