I Regress if the Villainess Dies! Chapter 8: Chapter 7 Combat Training Week

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The second stage of training began. For the protagonist, this point in the game would've been the two-minute mark of the tutorial, time to choose a base class and unlock beginner skills. For Xian, it was time to eat dirt. “The theme of this week’s training is combat,” Moris said, stern as ever, to Xian who was already lying on the floor. "… Should've told me before you started." Xian groaned from where he was already sprawled on the stone floor. At least he didn't get whipped for not waking up in time. “Preparedness is also a virtue a butler must possess. Especially one befitting Lady Carmillia,” Moris chided while waiting for Xian to get up. Xian thought back to the night after his conversation with Carmillia. There had been tense moments, but he managed to pull through. Somehow, he’d passed. But even with regression, he wasn’t ready to test how long his mind could remain sane if he ever failed. He might break down and give up his goal of pursuing Carmillia’s route if that happened. He had played the game and reached bad ends, sometimes even on purpose, but from now on, the consequences would be experienced directly by his body. The pain in his body still stung, and he flinched like a child before Moris. It turned out that endurance didn’t make pain disappear, it only made the body tougher. He could feel it. That he could still move. That he could still fight back. That his lungs, though heaving, hadn’t given out. But Xian himself wasn't used to it. But Xian himself wasn’t used to it. Pain dragged him back to his younger days, and fists to his face made him tremble. It was embarrassing, but he also felt indignant. It was all because of his realization. What if he gets tortured for a long time before regressing? What if he lost his mind in the process? What if he became crippled and the villainess didn’t die immediately? He was afraid of the consequences. He couldn't afford to ignore his weakness. Xian shuddered at the plethora of possibilities he could think of. This was truly a punishment masqueraded as something he loved to do. Rozenfall, was an unkind game for everyone and its own characters. That's why the protagonist is there to save all of their asses being handed down to villains, including Carmillia. "Strange. You possess a certain degree of strength but is like a child with a knife." Moris mused as he straightened his mustache. 'Even Moris find it strange.' The fact that the level up boosted his stats but not his actual skills was something he didn’t account for. For now, Xian forced himself to get up. His hands trembled and his legs shook, unfit to his fierce and robust appearance. Once again, he raised the pair of daggers Moris had given him. The head butler had recommended them as suitable weapons for a butler’s duties, easy to carry and conceal, yet as deadly as a sword. "Hm. It doesn't matter." Moris said coldly. "Your body will learn in a week. Even if it breaks." He held a small knife used to spread butter. It shimmered faintly, coated in dark blue aura to prevent it from snapping. That was all he needed to overwhelm Xian. Xian dashed forward with force, a move he was surprisingly getting used to. He slashed at Moris with both daggers, unrestrained. It would be blocked anyway. So he attacked like a cornered animal, venting his frustration through reckless swings. Until afternoon, that was all he did, aside from a brief lunch break. He even missed the attendant lessons from the previous weeks lessons. They only required reading, pouring tea, and demonstrating etiquette. When Moris finally left, Xian collapsed onto the ground, covered in shallow cuts and bruises. A maid approached and began healing him without a word. It was his first time witnessing healing magic in reality. The glow was far dimmer than the exaggerated effects from the game, and the restorative power was noticeably weaker. Afterward, the maid helped him to his feet and supported him as they made their way toward his room. His vision blurred sli