Count Scribe's Tutor

Chapter. 2

Silvan Arcdue

"Silver-haired with moonlight. The golden eyes of the sun. A boy with dark, chaotic skin. As pretty as a doll? Such a trivial expression was an insult to the boy's face.

Then the boy's face turned this way. If you're looking at those enormous eyes, you can feel the urge to get sucked into them. Only one, except for the eyes of a powerful hostile.

Nothing in the novel was wrong.

The moment I encountered the boy, I suddenly choked.

All three reasons.

The first reason why people in this world look so beautiful.

The messy adult was also the second reason for the intense hostility that would make her stagger, and the last was because of the overwhelming emotions that came from her heart.

‘Actuals · · · · · · · · ·. ’

He is a protagonist in a novel I've been seeing for a long time.

There is a figure who has a stronger attachment than anyone else.

That fact alone caused Ferda to be deeply moved.

I want to go talk to him.

I remember every step of the way you grew up. I remember how you lived through the 8th period and how much you suffered. I want to tell you that.

While struggling with that urge, Burke opens his mouth.

"Young master, you banished the acolytes again today."

His voice was polite, but his eyes were not.

It's like looking down at people.

"I told you. that nobody should get hurt in here."

A rebuke came out of my mouth.

However, there were no reactions in practice. He just hid in a blanket, put out a little face, and growled his white teeth.

Like an animal.

"That's what I thought I said."

Burke sighed a little.

His eyes narrowed.

"· · · · · · If someone asks you a question, tell them."

Then I took a step forward.

That was it, but the reality was noticeably shaken. A small shoulder twitches and trembles, and the foe in your eyes snaps. Instead, I squeezed the gap and felt something else.

It was an emotion called fear.

"That's..."

My lips were closed tightly like a lock.

A heavy groan erupts.

"Well, it was trying to take my clothes off."

A trembling voice, a somewhat awkward tone.

Even after hearing just one word, I lost my formal education.

I can't believe he's the count's third official.

"So, I just pushed it."

"To serve the young master."

"I'm not a doll. Ho, you can do this alone."

In reality, Burke frowns. He can't hide his true nature well.

Burke takes a step back for a while. Then he pointed to Ferda.

"Today I'm here to introduce you to a new homeroom teacher. This way."

"I don't need it!"

Even before Burke's words end, he shouts.

The golden eyes glow with fury.

"I don't need everything. Take me back to the forest! I want to be here."

"Young master."

This time, Burke stops talking.

His eyebrows twitch violently.

"Fair enough. Before my patience runs out."

At the same time, a ferocious aura emanates from Burke's body.

It was the same intensity I had when I pressed Ferda the other day.

Of course, Ferda's expression did not change as much as it did. The name of the former Hunter is such a shame to be so frightened.

But it wasn't real.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh."

The crunchy skin turned white.

My body trembled and my fear filled my eyes.

It was only around the time of light dew in both eyes that Burke regained his vigor.

"Huff! Huff!"

The fact that it breathes hard.

A moment later, he raises his face, a sharp bend in strength.

Burke looks at this and smiles coldly. Then, I continued with the unfinished introduction earlier.

"This is Ferda Inoside. The late Baron Quarten of Southern Quarten. He is a great teacher, recommended by the Earl, and will not be lacking in teaching the young master."

I've never heard it before.

However, it was not too dull to notice.

I'm sure you have the proper identity for a homeroom teacher. I can't introduce you as a homeschoolteacher of the Earl, a wandering mercenary from the Fallen Nobles.

"I'll be going back, then."

In one word, my face turns red.

That's how good Burke is to be back.

But wait a minute.

"See you Thursday morning."

In Burke's words, his face darkens again.

Dalkak

The visit is closed.

Burke's footsteps fade beyond the door.

It wasn't until a long time after that that, the reality woke up slightly. A pointed ear that was buried in a white duvet reveals itself.

"Oh!"

Is he aware of this?

The truth quickly hides its ears.

If you look at those pointed ears, everyone will know, but in reality, they're half-Elves.

A mixture of Dark Elves' blood.

But we already know that.

Rather, it was something that caught Ferda's eye.

‘Why is that? · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

My eyes were flickering.

Because I saw what I shouldn't have seen.

[Name]: Silvan Arcdue

[Level]:?

[Talent]:?

[Strength]: 10/??

[Health]: 9/??

[Agility]: 14/?

[Magic]:??/??

[Charm]: 95/??

Luck:?/??

[Likeability]: 100

* The higher the likelihood level, the higher the educational effect.

Why can you see someone else's status window?

Ferda became obsessed with that question. Nothing like this on Earth. You can only see it by using a stat measuring machine or using a separate magic, but not both now.

Just when I was thinking about the unknown phenomenon.

Ferda's gaze is fixed on one place.

What the hell is that? ’

Favor score with a negative 100.

Oh, this might hurt a little. Ferda wriggles her head.

"· · · · · · · I don't trust anyone."

Suddenly, reality opened its mouth.

The hostile eyes reach Ferda.

"So don't come any closer."

In reality, it was like a beast.

No one believed me in this house. Even if it is the father of blood.

Ferda, who was well aware of this, stepped back gently.

"Don't talk to me."

That's what we've been doing.

I haven't spoken since Burke left.

"Don't even look at me."

Gee, that might be a little harsh.

But for now, it's better to keep it simple. A real arcade around this time of year is like a wild animal.

In order to become friendly with wildlife, the target's vigilance must be slowed. And it's best to take enough time to alert the target and wait for it to arrive.

Well, the best answer right now is,

"I see."

Let go of the horse first.

I spoke to her from the beginning, but there was nothing wrong with her.

At that moment, my eyebrows twitched.

"Don't make it clear to me."

"I didn't tell you not to answer."

Scared to death of what he said.

[NOTE]: Favorability decreased by (1).

* Current appeal: 101

You don't have to tell me this.

As Ferda sighs deeply, her words continue.

"· · · · · · Don't answer in the future."

Slightly fat voice.

At the end of the sentence, he put the blanket back on.

Ferda, left alone, walks around the room and sits on the couch in the corner. Slightly stiff, but good seating.

Felt the feel of the couch, Ferda neither spoke to him, nor saw him, nor answered him.

That was three hours ago.

Daughter

You hear a bell ringing at noon.

Time to get up. Ferda gets off the couch and walks toward the visit.

Then you turn around and head down towards the pile of blankets.

"I have to go home today."

I didn't listen to the answer. I didn't need to hear it.

We'll be airborne for a while anyway.

Kung

The door is closed.

About the time I tried to walk down the stairs in the hallway, I met someone.

"Oh!"

A boy with light brown hair.

I don't remember him. Perhaps a servant.

"Ver, are you down already?"

A confused face.

It's worth it. I'm here to let you know that your training is over.

I can't say I know by reading a novel, so I need to go around it.

"Where's the bathroom here?"

"The bathroom? Oh, first floor, down the west hallway."

"Yes, thank you."

After a brief pat on the head, Ferda goes down the stairs.

The boy who was momentarily stunned shouted at Ferda.

"I'll wait in front of the bathroom, Hua! I need to share my space!"

Oh, and by the way, you need a place to stay.

Ferda nods, remembering the fact that she forgot.

* * *

The space was spacious and comfortable.

A leather couch, a new looking desk and chair, and a bedroom attached to it.

It was full of garages for one homeroom teacher.

"If there's anything missing, please don't hesitate to ask!"

The brown-haired servant bows his head.

Ferda looks at the acolyte's face, instead of answering.

"Did you put something on my face?"

Was she embarrassed by her obvious gaze?

When the acolyte asks, Ferda shakes her head.

"It's nothing. Stop going out there."

"Yes, please excuse me."

Dalkak

The door closes. Ferda narrows her eyes.

"He doesn't see a status window."

Unlike the reality, the acolyte could not see the status window.

It's not just the acolytes. I don't see the firstborn knights who attacked him, or the status window of Burke Logue.

So far, when you've gathered data, you've come to a conclusion.

"You can only see the protagonist's status window."

Ferda mutters.

Ambiguous performance, but not bad. Rather, it was good.

"Teaching will be easier."

There's no more objective indicator than the status window.

You smiled at Ferda's mouth.