Count Scribe's Tutor

Sunny streets.

Just before sunrise, Ferda leaves the inn.

The inn where he stayed and the Archdute Earl had quite a distance to go. If we didn't want to be late, we should have left by now.

‘I arrived late in the afternoon at the beginning. ’

I slept late because I drank the night before because I was on the street and nervous. Moreover, the silver coins you received from the Earl's Knights were wasted on liquor, so you couldn't even dress properly. Of course it was a bad impression from day one.

But it's different now.

After holding my mind, I moved my feet forcefully.

Not long after that.

The white matter appeared before his eyes.

"Wow."

I was amazed.

The arctic backwriting depicted in the novel was also called "Castle of the Eye." Because all the walls were white as snow.

When I read a novel, I thought it was exaggerated, but it was never exaggerated.

I was staring at the white paper.

You feel popular. Someone is approaching him.

"This is an arcade backwriting."

"Tell me if you have any business."

Two soldiers and a young knight.

Ferda lowers her head slightly in a polite manner.

Then three days ago, he mentioned an earl who came to see him.

"Lord Logwood has an appointment."

"With the Master?"

The young knight looks surprised.

Of course. Logwood's not very sociable.

Even if I make an appointment, I will meet you outside the castle. He's a loyal knight who never makes a personal thing in his own place.

That's the story of the Earl in Burke Lockwood.

"May I ask your name?"

The knight's speech changed politely.

However, the article's expression was subtly changed, frightening to give its name. He seemed to know who he was and why he was here.

But wait a minute.

The knight quickly recovered his original expression.

"Make way. He's a guest of the Earl."

"Yes!"

Soldiers step aside.

Then the knight spoke in a polite, hard manner.

"Follow me. I'll show you where to wait."

With a clear foothold, the knight turns away.

* * *

"You're early."

It's the first thing Burke ever said to me.

He didn't expect Ferda to show up so soon. While looking up and down Ferda's body, her eyes narrow, she bursts a sudden bloody smile.

"He's much better-looking than I expected."

"A compliment."

Ferda tightens her head politely.

It's good to impress him.

Burke Lockwood is one of the hidden lives of an Earl.

"Ferda."

That's when Burke calls for him.

Upon raising his head and facing his eyes, Burke straightaway asks a question.

"Aren't you curious why the erl sought you out?"

Yeah, I remember this question.

Ferda kneels before that question.

And I said,

"I will give my life to be your sword. ’

It's not all of a sudden.

Earl Archdut is quite a famous knight family. In such a place, even when the Earl calls, there is some expectation.

But this was the wrong answer.

No, I shouldn't have said that.

‘The Fountain. How dare you put a knight in a backstreet vagabond! ’

Burke is the one who bragged about being a knight.

But I can't help but wonder if some pervert wants to be a knight.

However, Ferda, who answered incorrectly, was firmly stuck even though she hated it.

But it's different now.

"That's way beyond my topic. I'm not curious."

He bowed his head and replied politely, but not looking down.

Burke's eyes open.

"You're more perceptive than when I first saw you."

The answer is different from the original novel.

Burke wipes the smile from his mouth. Immediately, a polite, dull voice came out.

"From now on, you are the third Confucius' home teacher."

Home teacher.

Those who teach children in royal or noble families. It is usually taken by nobles or intellectuals who have graduated from a prestigious academy.

And you leave this to a homeless man from the Fallen Nobles?

It doesn't make any sense. How could an Earl be a nobleman? How can a vagrant teach you the blood of such a family? If anyone heard this, they must have been startled.

However, there was no change in Ferda's expression. The reason was simple.

‘Because I know the situation. ’

I was bored for eight seasons.

So I have to stick it in my head.

Meanwhile, when Ferda is not as embarrassed as she thinks, Burke narrows his eyes.

"Why don't you ask?"

"How dare the tool ask what the owner thinks."

A servant with few words, no curiosity, and good work.

Earl Archdut and Burke wanted exactly that. Then show me just that.

Ferda's prediction was a good one.

"Good."

Burke has a deep smile on his mouth.

He mutters as if encouraging Ferda's back.

"Just act like you are now. It's gonna be okay."

This impression seems to have succeeded.

We then left the reception room together and climbed the stairs to the third floor. You hear the creaking sound of an old tree.

The next thing I know, there's a dark hallway with no lights on. Walking down the hallway in the dark, Burke opens his mouth again.

"Royal history, refinement, swordsmanship. It doesn't matter what you teach."

A surprisingly expressionless face.

"It's okay to teach mercenary miscellaneous skills. If you don't have anything to teach, it's okay to teach cooking or survival skills."

A voice that does not contain any expectations.

Burke suddenly raises his fist. A clumsy fist full of stiff arrows.

"Just don't swing your fist. It bothers me if I get busted in the face."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Now, anyone can know by now.

The Count and Burke have no expectations of the Third Duke.

No, it's more accurate to say you're not interested.

"Then let's go inside."

It was the room at the end of the hall.

The room was shaded all day without sunlight because of the vines wrapped around the windows.

Burke taps a visit there.

Knock, knock.

"This is Burke Logwood."

In the room, I'm afraid that one word will end. There was a noise.

A buzzing sound kicking the floor. The sound of something breaking.

Burke lets out a sigh he can't hear when all the noise stops.

"I'll go in."

At the same time, I opened the door.

The light in the hallway clears out the darkness in the room.

The next thing I saw was a boy, crouched in a blanket.