While ellas dad still hugged her, She asked, "what happened? I heard from the maid that i was out for a while." Ella was interested. This wasn't even her life, but seeing as she reincarnated, it was better to know the backstory.
"5 months. For 5 months I thought you wouldn't make it out of that coma"
"You're mother and I thought you would want to marry, look glamorous and talk to other girls, so we sent you to a school to learn etiquette with other noble children." Her father said finally mustering the strength to let her go.
"And?" Ella pressed on, not satisfied with his answer. She noticed the hesitation in his voice. "You're not telling me everything. What happened to me?"
"It suspicious." Her father said. "The day after you came home after rejecting someone from the greyridge family, you're carriage driver gets filled with arrows on your way back to the school." His face switched to one of unbridled hatred.
Ella's stomach twisted. There was no way it was a coincidence. This wasn't just some petty rejection—someone had tried to kill her. And judging by the dark glint in her father's eye, he knew exactly who was responsible.
"I was planning on getting revenge, but your mother was quickly spiraling into depression. I had to take full control of the house despite your mother being the genius of the house"
Ella blinked. Her father was never one for speeches—his hands, calloused from years of wielding a sword, clenched and unclenched at his sides like he was mentally throttling someone. The air smelled faintly of the lavender sachets her mother tucked into wardrobes, now stale beneath the sharper scent of ink and parchment piled on the desk.
"But now, that's over with. Your mother gets back to the house in 2 weeks time. My plan is for you to have started the development of your mana core, as well as having learned how to fight, at least to a degree."
"What do we start with then?" Ella said. She was eager to learn of magic, as well as the history of this world. "Swords."
The estate she was in had a training ground in the back left part of it. On the inside was where the guards slept, always ready for duty. Once they got out however, they began training like normal. They did errands for the family in charge and were the private military her family owned.
Upon arrival, they saw a bunch of men out if armor, training, trading blows with wooden sticks. While most looked like relatively normal people with the reflexes of peak human perfection, a few of them she simply couldn't keep track of.
The yard looked fairly simple, archers were training, trying to hit targets made of hay.
most arrows hit their mark, others completely destroyed the dummies, further stressing the strength of magic in this world.
This only fueled her motivation to get stronger.
Her old self had apparently died due to being ambushed, but it was mainly due to her own weakness. 'Strength matters a lot in this world, and so I wont let myself fall behind'
But she wasn't going to act as if it was all bad.
'I get a cool mansion and an elite police force under my control? I could get used to this'
Walking out, the moment people saw them, they immediately bowed "good evening Mr evershire"
'So that is my full name in this world, Elanore
Evershire.' It was an extension of her first name so it just felt right. And since she had a mother and a sister she hadn't see, they were in a noble house, the "Evershire Family" so to speak.
Ella began mentally preparing herself 'Well, it's time for miss elanore to get stronger'