Reincarnated as a Lousy Knight

1. Cerise Blueth

"AS the flower withers

As the body decays

Thou must heed to my call

I give it to thee

This shall be thy vessel

Resurge and fulfill my desire."

Aishia suddenly peeled her eyes open and gasped for air to breathe. Wide-eyed, she suddenly rose from laying down on the ground. Gasping, she looked to see that there was a sword pierced through her stomach to her back.

She looked up, roaming her eyes around in bewilderment.

'Where am I?'

Her brows furrowed seeing people had surrounded her, cheering loudly. Then she realized she was in an...

"Amphitheatre?" She huffed.

"Everyone, our contender is a formidable one! She is not going to back down even though she has been stabbed!"

Aishia massaged her temples, finding that voice too loud for her own good. She wondered why the amphitheater changed so much. From ancient ruins to some disrespectful amphitheater...

'How did I get here?'

She recalled everything before her arrival here. Then she gasped.

Wasn't she burning alive back then? How did she manage to get here?

'I didn't cast any spell... I must be joining Felix now.' Annoyed, she looked down at the sword pierced through her. She noticed seeing the purple liquid coated in that sword. 'Is that wolfsbane?'

Although it didn't affect her nor hurt her a little. For Aishia, this was nothing like a nuisance to her. She also noticed that she wasn't wearing her usual cloak as a sorceress. She was also using it to hide her face. She was surprised wearing a garment that she wasn't familiar with. Even her hands. Her long sleek fingers and wide palms from before turned out to be long fingers and long palms.

"Huh." She mindlessly removed the sword from her like it was just a bite of a mosquito which earned the crowd's gasp in horror when blood oozed from her. "Is this some kind of uniform?" she murmured, checking the garment she found eerie.

"Oi!"

Aishia looked up seeing a man having a massive build. He had scars on his face, looking at her mockingly.

Aishia blinked, tilting her head. "Um... what era am I?" She could finally grasp what was happening. She wasn't in her body but somebody's.

The man huffed. "You're supposed to die now. What in the world did you do to stand up like that?!" he asked angrily. "I must suppose to win this tournament, loser!" he exclaimed.

"What era am I?" Aishia asked again.

"Aren't you listening?!" The man raised his sword and attacked her but Aishia swiftly evaded it like she got no wounds at all.

"I am just asking what era I am. I just like to know..." She kept evading his sword like a wind passing by.

But the man didn't listen as he kept on continuing attacking her with no sense.

She sighed. She just wanted her question to be answered but this man was having it difficult.

"You're holding your sword wrongfully," Aishia pointed out as the man kept swinging his sword foolishly. She frowned. "If Felix witnesses this, he will lecture you for sure," she muttered as she raised her sword to stop him. She smiled sweetly at him. "Can you please answer me? What era am I in right now?"

He narrowed his eyes on her. Then he kicked her which she had thrown off to the wall. Aishia coughed blood after that.

"That is not nice at all..." she said as she wiped the blood from her mouth.

"Boo! Kill her already!"

"Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!"

Aishia closed her eyes as the crowd's loud cheerful voices yelled to kill her. Her head was pounding from hearing them, reminding her of herself publicly executed in the capital plaza.

"Cerise! Cerise, you can do it!"

She slowly opened her eyes, hearing that female shrill voice from the crowds. She found it annoying but she tried to find that voice like it seemed familiar to her.

"Cerise!" Then Aishia found her. A woman in her mid-fifties was waving her hand at her. "Cerise Blueth, you can do it! Become the strongest knight you always dreamed about!"

The woman's shrill voice surpassed the crowd's cheerful voices. She furrowed her forehead when she kept hearing that woman calling her, Cerise Blueth.

"Cerise Blueth?" The moment she mentioned that name, her heart suddenly stopped.

"As thee recall my name, Cerise Blueth

Thou shall remember our covenant."

Upon hearing that enchantment in her head, Aishia blinked and suddenly evaded the attack from the nameless man. She started to run as she managed to grasp what was happening.

'I was summoned! This body owned by Cerise Blueth made a sacrificing ritual to make her desire come true!' She uttered in her mind. 'Damn it! Of all people, why me?'

Aishia stopped from running and raised her sword to block the fireball coming towards her. The calling of bloodshed enchanted her. She plastered a sinister smile and started running towards the man.

From her past, as she had killed many people, her thirst for bloodshed grew stronger. Now that she remembered why she was here, no one could stop her from killing this man who had been getting on her nerves.

"Ice mountain," she murmured under her breath to block the boulder coming towards her. A block of triangle-shaped ice came forth and that was where the boulder landed.

She surprised the man by hiding through that ice shield she built and jumped towards him. The man was about to cast a set of fireballs towards her but Aishia cast, "Stay still" which made the man stiffened on his ground. She smiled secretly. Her sorceress' power is still with her which made her happy.

She took that as an opportunity to behead him effortlessly after she cast a wolfsbane potion spell in her sword. This is to kill him severely. As soon as she saw the beheaded man's head rolling down on the ground, she couldn't help giggling quietly.

The cheers of the crowds gradually died down. Their jaws dropped in surprise that this woman, who couldn't even draw her own sword, had managed to kill one of the imperial werewolf knights.

Aishia turned to the commentator. "Shouldn't you be supposed to announce my victory?" she asked, smiling cheerfully.

The commentator snapped back and cleared his throat. "T-The w-winner of this bout is the rookie knight, Cerise Blueth!"

But the crowds never cheered for her. They still couldn't believe that a rookie like her managed to kill an expert knight. Sighing, Aishia took the head and raised it. Then she threw it up, jumped, and kicked it towards the crowds. She heard some screams which she just chuckled.

"It is much better if you are all screaming in pain," she muttered with a furtive smile on her lips.

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THE spectators, the ten Lycan Princes of Oriana Empire, who watched the sudden death of one of their knights started whispering and chuckling as they watched the woman named Cerise Blueth exiting the amphitheater.

"That is an interesting match, don't you think, Father?" It was Percival, the 2nd Lycan Prince, twenty-six years old.

"What a gallant knight she is," Alfonce, the 10th Lycan Prince, nineteen years old complimented.

Edzard, the 9th Lycan Prince, twenty years old, frowned. "How did she become a gallant knight? You know that her foe is the weakest of them all," he snorted.

"Don't be like that, ninth brother." It was Neleos, 1st Lycan Prince, twenty-seven years old. "This rookie knight is rumored that she doesn't even know how to dwell her sword. But it seems they were wrong about her..." He stroked his chin, grinning.

Edzard frowned. "As you say, first brother."

"That's interesting! So, all this time she is hiding her abilities?" It was Crispian, 5th Lycan Prince, twenty-three years old, with his cheerful voice.

"No," Leonidas, twenty-five years old, said, 3rd Lycan Prince. All of his brothers looked at him. His face registered stoic and turned his head to them. "Something odd had happened. The rumors are true that she is a lousy knight..." His eyes squinted, finding suspicious to that person named Cerise Blueth. "You can see that she is immobilized after being stabbed. Do take note that all of the swords we bestowed to them are coated with wolfsbane," Leonidas explained. "You saw the blood oozing from her. It could have been her fatal death already but she moved like she never had a wound after all. Like there was no wolfsbane smeared with it."

"C'mon, third brother!" Vincent, the 6th Lycan Prince, twenty-two years old, butt in. "Do not be such a complainer. Let the rookie enjoy her victory." He shrugged.

"I second the motion," Mitxel and Miguel said in unison. They were the 7th and 8th Lycan Princes and were fraternal twins but they had the same thinking. Both of them were twenty-one years old.

"My, my. Third brother, you need to relax." It was Benjamin, the 4th Lycan Prince, twenty-four years old. "Father, please tell your favorite son that he must not act like this in the bout." He wiggled his eyebrows to Leonidas who just frowned.

Lycan Emperor Galafe looked at 3rd Lycan Prince Leonidas. "Leonidas, I suggest you take it easy and watch everything. With this battle we implemented, all of you may take the knights of your choices." Galafe turned his head when one of the servants offered him a strawberry to eat. He opened his mouth and munched it.

"Yes, Father. As you wish," Leonidas said with a bow. But he is not feeling at ease with that woman.'Cerise Blueth huh...' he uttered, imprinting the woman's name inside his mind suspiciously.