The identity didn't need to be mentioned; naturally, it referred to the somewhat ambiguous relationship between the two now.
Ginger nodded to Roa and introduced herself, "Hello, I'm Ginger York, a knight of the Third Prince's Royal Guard in the Shirone Kingdom. I'm ranked twelfth among the knights."
Roa nodded and also introduced himself, "Nice to meet you, I'm Roa Greyrat. You can call me Roa."
Ginger's somewhat cold expression showed a smile, and she nodded, "I know you. Roxy has told me about your deeds."
Roa tilted his head, somewhat puzzled, and looked at Roxy, now very curious about what Roxy had said behind his back.
Ginger said calmly, "She said you're a genius who can control magic without incantations at a young age."
Roa asked in surprise, "Master Roxy said that?"
Ginger nodded, "Miss Roxy often speaks of you with pride, saying you're not someone she's qualified to teach."
Roa smiled, "Although hearing Roxy say that makes me proud, the truth is not so. Master Roxy is an extremely outstanding teacher, and I've learned a lot from her."
Roxy felt somewhat helpless, then noticed the food placed on the table and suddenly remembered something.
Roxy hurried forward, looking at the not-so-lavish food in the bowl, tears streaming down her face.
"My meal…"
Roa followed Roxy's gaze and saw the cold food.
The food wasn't great, though it wasn't bad either.
But the ingredients were somewhat eye-catching. The yellowish and somewhat coarse grains—Roa didn't recognize them at first, but then realized it was rice.
Compared to the fragrant and delicious rice from his previous life, this rice seemed very coarse and, at first glance, unappetizing.
Yet, despite this, Roxy still looked heartbroken.
Roa scratched his head, somewhat speechless.
Ginger looked at the cold meal and thought for a moment, saying, "Miss Roxy, no, I should call you Lady Roxy now. I came to ask you to go to the court and teach us how to deal with magic."
Roxy was in despair. She sighed, looking utterly lifeless, slumped in a chair, staring at the ceiling.
Ginger continued on her own, "That is to say, Lady Roxy, it's time for you to work. I came to call you to work."
Roxy had refused the position of the Seventh Prince's tutor, so her extra time was used to train soldiers and participate in drills.
This was a simulation of battling mages.
The training required Roxy to cast magic in chaotic combat situations, allowing the soldiers to practice deflecting it.
It was said that if they could reflexively block magic attacks from unnoticed directions, escaping death on the battlefield wouldn't be difficult.
Moreover, the current situation was getting worse, and no one knew if war would break out in the future. Thus, hiring a Water King-level mage as a precaution was indeed a good choice.
But now that Roxy wanted to stay in the Shirone Kingdom temporarily, she needed a strong backer. Roa didn't want to see the so-called Seventh Prince causing trouble for Roxy.
The Seventh Prince was a particularly short and extremely fat dwarf, not only in height but also in limbs.
Roa thought about the pros and cons of directly killing him.
But if killing him affected Roxy's work, it wouldn't be good.
Actually, Roa had already thought of the simplest solution. The Seventh Prince of this country was more like a useless parasite, not worth much attention. But the Third Prince of the Shirone Kingdom was a talent.
Roa was quite interested in him.
Zanoba Shirone, the Third Prince of the Shirone Kingdom, was a divine child, born with divine strength and strong resistance to physical attacks. He was considered the kingdom's strongest weapon. As a child, he had cognitive issues, seeing only dolls, which led to him ripping off the heads of his newborn brother (the Fourth Prince) and his new wife, earning him the nickname "Head-Ripping Prince."
His cognitive issues were indeed a problem, but that didn't hinder the fact that he was a genius.
After some hesitation and thought, Roa had already devised a strategy to deal with the Seventh Prince.
Using violence to counter violence, it would be simpler to have Zanoba kill that useless brother.
Compared to Roa, an outsider, the Third Prince Zanoba Shirone had absolute dominance, not only because of his status but also because of his infamous reputation for twisting off his brother's head.
Basically, just standing in front of the Seventh Prince, the latter probably wouldn't dare to even fart.
After all, who knew if this somewhat mentally unstable brother would twist off his head.
With a solution in mind, all that was left was to act according to the plan.
Roxy, looking exhausted, got up from the chair, glanced at the rice in the bowl, and without saying much, said to Ginger, "Alright, I'll go with you in a bit."
Ginger looked at Roa, who was still standing nearby, thought for a moment, and said to Roa, "How about you come along too? I've heard your skills surpass Lady Roxy's."
Roa stared into Ginger's eyes, her expression still calm.
Roa thought for a moment and said, "Compared to magic, my swordsmanship is even more impressive, right?"
Ginger nodded, still with that calm expression, and looked at Roa's not particularly muscular arms and hands that showed little sign of sword practice, her eyes filled with undisguised doubt.
Roa smiled, "I'm a Sword King, a Sword King of the Sword God style."
Roa's words, apart from Roxy who would unconditionally believe him, would be laughed off as a joke anywhere else.
Although Ginger doubted the truth of Roa's words, if Roa really was a Sword King, then the question arose.
If Roa wanted, he could instantly kill all the royals around him, and no one would be his match.
What is even more terrifying is that this Sword King is also a royal-level magician. The intimidation of such a person, aside from the seven great powers, is the strongest.
The top combat power in this world is not that abundant, so basically, as long as one does not seek death, one can walk sideways in this world.
In the face of such a strong individual, even Ginger had to be somewhat polite.
No, it would be inappropriate to describe it as politeness. If the royal family knew that a Sword King of the Sword God lineage was here, they would probably bow and scrape to please him. Not to mention, offending a Sword King of the Sword God lineage would be a nightmare for all the royal families of the Shirone Kingdom.
The national strength of the Shirone Kingdom cannot be considered strong. This country is not as wealthy as the Asura Kingdom, whose capital has a master of the Water God lineage stationed there. The only one the Shirone Kingdom can present is probably the third prince, known as the Son of God.
Ginger, adhering to the attitude of "better to believe it than not," directly changed her address and said to Roa, "Then, can you help me train those soldiers? They have not truly fought against a master of the Sword God lineage, so I hope you can guide them."
After saying this, she deeply bowed, lowering her attitude significantly.
Roa looked at Ginger, then at Roxy, and said to Roxy, "Master Roxy, what do you think?"
Roxy shrugged, thought for a moment, and suddenly her eyes lit up as she said to Roa, "Why not give it a try? I also want to see my disciple's growth."
Roa sighed. Training a group of young people who are not even upper-level swordsmen is indeed somewhat boring.
However, since Master Roxy said so, there was no way around it.
Roa could only nod in agreement to the request.
Then, Ginger kept a smile on her face as she led Roa to the so-called training ground.
The so-called training ground was actually a relatively spacious open area, where Ginger stood with about seven or eight subordinates in a place referred to as the martial arts field.
This area did not belong to the palace, after all, no one would conduct training within the palace.
The open space was sufficient for everyone to display their sword techniques.
Roa nodded at those soldiers who could barely be considered elite. When the others saw Roxy, their faces showed a hint of respect, indicating that Roxy's reputation among these people was not bad.
Ginger stepped forward to introduce these soldiers.
"Roa, the most outstanding disciple of Master Roxy. Now, he will guide you on how to deal with swordsmen of the Sword God lineage."
After saying this, Ginger stepped back, allowing Roa to begin showcasing his talents.
However, after Ginger finished speaking, the people around could no longer hold back and began whispering to each other.
"Why is Master Roxy's disciple a master of the Sword God lineage? Isn't Roxy a magician?"
"Indeed, it's hard to understand."
Roa looked at these young people, whose faces still showed some immaturity, cleared his throat, and pretended to be profound as he said to everyone, "Do you know what the highest realm of a magician is?"
The guards stopped their discussions and looked at Roa in unison, waiting for him to continue.
"In most people's impressions, magicians mostly wear robes, wield staffs, and release magnificent and highly damaging magic after a long string of incantations."
Roa's steady voice rang out. Although he did not seem like a mature adventurer, the fact that he could stand here already spoke volumes.
Everyone nodded, including Roxy, who actually felt the same way.
However, the next sentence from the young man shattered everyone's worldview.
Roa continued, "This is actually heresy!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
Roxy's eyes widened, and she opened her mouth, unsure of what to say.
A young man standing in front of Roa couldn't help but ask, "What are you talking about? Aren't all magicians like this now?"
Roa smiled and continued, "Truly powerful magicians invest all their life and endurance, mastering both the Sword God lineage and the Water God lineage. The Water God lineage is used to defend against the opponent's magic, while the Sword God lineage is used to reap the opponent. Armor-breaking must be maximized, and learning a simple illumination spell is enough."
Roxy looked at Roa as if he were a fool, and everyone else was left speechless.
Finally, that young man couldn't help but say, "Aren't you just lying? No magician is like that."
Roa shook his head and laughed, somewhat helplessly saying, "So, the current magicians are all wrong. Don't you believe me? Uh, Master Roxy, can you give me your staff?"
Roxy looked at Roa with a wary expression and directly asked, "What are you going to do?"
Roa smiled and said, "I'm going to give these young ones a lesson," and then reached out his hand.
Roxy gritted her teeth and reluctantly handed her staff to Roa, her serious face saying, "Don't break my staff."
Roa had a look that said, "You can trust me."
However, the more Roxy looked at Roa, the more she felt that something was wrong. Remembering what Roa had just said, she couldn't help but swallow hard and quietly asked, "Hey, Roa, don't do anything crazy. You wouldn't, would you?"
Before Roxy could finish her sentence, she saw Roa holding the staff in a provocative stance towards several soldiers.
The others were not fools; they exchanged glances and understood Roa's intention. The earlier young man drew his sword first, firmly gripping the hilt, lowering his body, and looking at Roa said, "Alright, I'll go first."
Roa nodded, dark magic swirling around his palm, wrapping around Roxy's staff, first giving the weapon an enchantment buff.
He hoped he wouldn't end up destroying Roxy's lifetime savings.
Roa said to the young man, "I know you are a swordsman of the Water God lineage. I won't bully you; I will lower my physical attributes to match yours for a fair duel."
The young man looked at Roa's thin arms and legs, about to mock him, but the next moment, a sudden sense of danger surged in his mind.
He instinctively crossed his sword to block, but the sword in his hand was merely a futile gesture as Roa swung the staff down towards the young man's back.
The young swordsman had never encountered such a situation before and was staggered by the somewhat absurd attack.
Is he really just swinging the staff like that?
Roxy watched her staff with a pained expression.
Although she knew Roa wouldn't really break her staff, she already regretted lending it to him.
Unfortunately, regret was of little use.
The young swordsman, enraged, retaliated, drawing his sword and swinging it. Under Roxy's terrified expression, the long sword clashed with the staff, producing a sound of metal intertwining.
The staff easily deflected the young swordsman's attack, and then with a swift motion, it struck him down to the ground.
Roa smiled at everyone and said, "Did you see that? This is the true fighting style of a magician."
Everyone was left speechless, but Roxy angrily snatched the staff from Roa's hands and shouted, "Stop playing around! Who teaches others like this?"
Roa shrugged. Nowadays, when he spoke the truth, no one believed him.
This set of theories was proposed by the famous big shot Gandalf.
With an Ice Mourning in his left hand and a Fire Joy in his right, maximizing close combat ability, when everyone thinks you are a magician, you swing your staff to beat those assassins trying to get close until they don't recognize their parents. This is the highest realm of a magician.
Roa felt heartbroken about this.
Helplessly picking up the long sword that had fallen to the ground, he helped the dazed young man up and showed him a warm smile, saying, "Are you alright?"
The young swordsman remained in a state of confusion, already doubting whether he was learning a fake Water God lineage.
He lost too quickly and too inexplicably.
He couldn't understand how that extreme sense of danger had saved him countless times.
Roa patted the young man's shoulder and smiled, saying, "Everyone, when facing the Sword God lineage, just remember one thing: if you encounter someone one level higher, as long as you defend, you have a chance to turn the tables. But if you encounter a master of the Sword God lineage who is two levels higher, don't hesitate, just run. Of course, whether you can escape depends on whether the other person is in a good mood."
Everyone fell silent and continued to wait for Roa to speak.
But Roa did not say anything further; instead, he stepped aside and fell silent.
Ginger looked at Roa with a questioning gaze and directly asked, "That's it?"
Roa nodded and said, "That's it."
Roa had truly demonstrated what it meant to convey a message as if it were a profound truth.
Ginger helplessly said, "What about how to deal with swordsmen of the same level? You haven't mentioned that yet."
Roa thought for a moment and said, "If you encounter a master of the Sword God lineage of the same level, it's actually more about finding their flaws, right? You are all swordsmen of the Water God lineage, so you must have more insight in this regard. Of course, the stronger the swordsman, the faster their strikes will be. The key is how to withstand the opponent's first strike. If you can withstand that, the rest will be easy to handle."
In fact, the Sword God lineage and the Water God lineage are completely two extremes.
One focuses solely on defense, while the other focuses solely on attack.
The swordsmen of the two factions often compete, but currently, the Holy Land of Swords is governed by the Sword God lineage.
The title of Sword God is held by the strongest among the three factions.
Historically, the Sword God has not always been the same; sometimes the Sword God is held by the strongest of the Water God lineage, and sometimes by the strongest of the Sword God lineage. However, for nearly a hundred years, the Sword God lineage has dominated, occupying the Holy Land of Swords and establishing that place as the origin of the Sword God lineage.
The real key is still experience.
Unfortunately, what Roa said was something everyone clearly knew; what they truly lacked was that kind of experience.
That experience of having a sword pressed against their neck.
Seeing that everyone had a look of doubt, Roa felt a bit of a headache.
Without further ado, he directly placed the young swordsman's sword at his waist. The moment Roa grasped the hilt, everyone felt goosebumps all over, and a terrifying pressure emanated from Roa. Except for Roxy, who looked innocent, everyone else's faces turned extremely pale.