They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 123 - 123 Failing Again

Chapter 123: Failing Again Chapter 123: Failing Again Again?

Her nap was supposed to recharge her before training, but apparently, peace was too much to ask for.

At first, she ignored it, hoping whoever it was would just go away.

But the knocking continued, persistent.

Annoying.

With a sigh, she dragged herself up and reluctantly opened the door.

To her surprise, it wasn’t another scheming servant.

It was Romoke.

One of the few people in the castle she actually tolerated.

“Hey, Romoke.

How are you?” Nnenna asked, still groggy.

“I’m okay,” Romoke replied quickly.

Too quickly.

Her face said something else entirely, worry.

Unease.

Maybe even fear.

Nnenna narrowed her eyes, but she didn’t push.

Silence Nnenna raised an eyebrow, something was definitely off.

“What’s up?

What do you need?” she asked.

Romoke hesitated.

“I… I came to give you some snacks,” she stammered.

Nnenna’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Romoke never stammered.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked again, studying the girl’s face.

Romoke shifted from one foot to another.

“Yes, yes, I’m okay.

Why don’t you have some snacks?” she said again, this time without the stammering.

Something was definitely wrong.

Still, Nnenna nodded and reached for the snacks.

But just as she was about to take them, Romoke jerked her hand back, pulling the snacks away.

Nnenna froze.

Her heart skipped.

Romoke’s scared face hardened into something more… determined.

She leaned in slightly, pretending to offer the snacks again, but instead, she whispered, lips barely moving.

“Don’t eat the snacks.” A chill ran down Nnenna’s spine.

Her mind raced.

What’s in them?

Poison?

A sleeping drug?

Who sent them?

She wanted to ask, but she knew better.

They were being watched.

So, she played along.

Plastering a bright smile on her face, she took the snacks tray and said loudly, “Thank you so much, Romoke!

I was really getting hungry.” As she spoke, she locked eyes with Romoke, silently letting her know she understood the warning.

Then, without another word, she turned and stepped back inside, shutting the door behind her.

Poisoned.

Nnenna stared at the snacks in her hands, her favorite treats, probably laced with something dangerous.

They had taken things to another level.

She didn’t feel fear, just disgust.

At the same time, a small warmth spread in her chest.

Romoke.

Even in a place like this, she still had good friends.

She moved quickly, heading straight to the small toilet in her closet room.

Without hesitation, she destroyed the snacks, flushing them away.

No evidence.

No proof.

She washed her hands thoroughly, wiped all traces of it from her mind, then grabbed the tray from the corner of her room.

She arranged the empty plates neatly, leaving only a few crumbs behind.

Then, she opened the door.

A servant was still there, standing outside the hall, close to her room, watching her.

Waiting.

Expecting.

Nnenna kept her expression calm as she walked up to them.

“That was delicious,” she said casually, handing over the tray.

“You can take this back.” The servant blinked.

Then frowned.

Their eyes darted to the tray, then back at her, confusion flickering across their face.

She had eaten it.

So why was she still standing?

Nnenna didn’t wait for their reaction.

She turned on her heel and walked away.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the servant stiffen, their breathing quicken.

Then, as if realizing something was wrong, they spun around and rushed off, probably to report back to their master.

Nnenna smirked.

Pathetic.

She picked up her pace, not wanting to be late.

By the time she reached the training grounds, it was a few minutes to 7:00 p.m.

But the moment she stepped in, her heart sank.

Lady Rose was already there.

Sitting.

Waiting.

Nnenna groaned internally.

So much for being early.

Because if your teacher arrived before you… you were still late.

She was sure Lady Rose would say something about her arriving after her again.

Steeling herself, she greeted, “Good evening, Lady Rose.” She expected a sharp remark, maybe a lecture about discipline.

But instead, Lady Rose simply said, “Let’s continue.” Then, in the same calm but firm tone, she added, “Ten kilometers.

Forty five minutes.

Begin.” Nnenna’s stomach dropped.

Ten kilometers again?!

And in just 45 minutes?

Her first run had been pure agony, and now she had to do it again?

But Lady Rose had spoken.

There was no room for complaints.

Taking a deep breath, Nnenna took off.

— At first, her legs moved easily.

The crisp evening air was refreshing, and her mind repeated one thing: Just keep going.

But soon, the illusion shattered.

By the third kilometer, her legs were on fire.

Her breath came in short gasps.

By the fifth kilometer, her chest felt like it was caving in.

By the seventh kilometer, she was barely running.

The forty five minute mark came and went.

Lady Rose’s target time was gone, but Nnenna kept pushing.

Her body screamed at her to stop.

Her mind refused to listen.

Her steps turned sluggish, her muscles weak, but she kept moving.

And then It happened.

Her foot slammed onto the ground one last time, and she collapsed forward.

She had finished.

One hour and 45 minutes.

Twice the time Lady Rose had given, above it even.

Her body ached everywhere.

She lay on the ground, gasping, her limbs heavy like stone.

She had failed the time goal.

But she had finished.

And as she stared at the night sky, despite the pain, despite the exhaustion, she smiled at her improvement.

Next time… she would do it faster.

“You failed to do it in 45 minutes,” Lady Rose said, her voice calm but firm.

Nnenna’s smile faltered just a little.

But instead of feeling discouraged, she nodded, determination sparking in her eyes.

“I’ll get it next time.” Lady Rose studied her for a moment, then changed the subject.

“How is your dancing?” Nnenna blinked.

Dancing?

“You mean… for the ball?” she asked.

Lady Rose gave a small nod.

“Yes.

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