Count Scribe's Tutor

The next day.

At 9: 00 in the morning, Ferda found the truth.

In fact, it was in a blanket, just like yesterday. Ferda lies on the couch without paying attention to such practices.

Daughter

"Good work again today."

At noon, I left the room without hesitation.

Unresponsive reality. Perda is not interested.

Awkward air hovering between the two.

This atmosphere that seemed to last forever suddenly broke the day they met.

* * *

Knock, knock.

Thursday at 9: 00 a.m. sharp.

Ferda, like always, stamped into her room.

But today was strange. I don't feel very popular.

At that time, the servant who was passing by the hall opened his eyes wide.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you."

The acolyte running toward the burinake bows.

He spoke with an awkward face.

"Every Thursday, I have swordsmanship."

Oh, right. I forgot.

Today was the day.

"So you can rest on Thursday," Lord Logwood said. "

Thursdays are like weekends for Ferda.

That's why Ferda went out for a drink on Wednesday night with permission. Or spent the whole day in a room or walking around.

But we can't do that anymore.

"Where did he go?"

"Yes?"

"Where is the training ground for the young master?" "

Swordsmanship is an opportunity to build rapport with reality.

We can't miss this opportunity.

* * *

There are eight training grounds in total for Earl Archdut.

Even if Ferda is an addict of the Savior, it's hard to remember where she learns her lessons. So I set the acolyte ahead and headed to the destination.

Shortly thereafter, the second training ground to the south.

"Excuse me, then!"

Are you worried about leaving your post?

The bellhop crouches back to the mansion north of the burinake.

Ferda narrows her eyes.

‘Found it.'

In fact, I didn't even have to try to find it.

If I could find the most beautiful of them all, that would be it.

It's the most remote part of the training ground.

Of shady pitchforks all day long. The reality there is like a frightened goose, burying its face between its knees and not even frozen.

Ferda takes a volatile step toward the realm.

Just two and a half steps.

I sat down, keeping that distance between my legs.

And then what did I do?

Nothing at all.

I'm just enjoying the coolness that shade brings.

That's 10 minutes later.

"· · · · · · · · What."

The one who opened his mouth first was in practice.

He shrugs his pointed ears.

His golden eyes turn to Ferda.

"What are you doing here?"

In response, Ferda handed him a pouch from the Grand Mansion.

A leather pouch full of cool water. Ferda taps her lips as she narrows her eyebrows to misbehave.

The realization of what it meant was that he sighed low.

"Answer me."

"I'm here because it's hot."

Ferda answers coldly as if she had waited.

In reality, he frowned at the fine glaze.

"What?"

"You went empty-handed."

"How to · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

His eyes slightly widened.

That's what you always do in novels.

"You may have it."

"· · · · · ·."

"I know you're thirsty. Eat up."

Nevertheless, he closed his mouth.

I'm stubborn.

"There's ice inside, so it's really cool."

At that moment, you hear the rushing sound of water.

On a hot day, there is a bag of water in front of your eyes in a very thirsty situation.

Few will tolerate this.

The thread that swallowed the dried saliva received the pouch pretending not to want it.

Gulp, gulp.

As the cool water entered, the face of reality improved.

"But · · · · · · · ·."

A silk cloth that wipes the water from your mouth.

He gazes back at Ferda.

"Why are you being so respectful all of a sudden?"

"I have a lot of eyes here."

Ferda shrugs. He also noticed that much.

On the other hand, he tilted his head to see if his answer was not well understood.

It was then.

"Hey, nigger."

A sarcastic tone.

The small shoulders of the realm twitch and tremble.

The boy who approached him looked a couple years older than he actually was.

He looks down at the reflection with his arrogantly radiant brown eyes.

"What have you been working so hard on?"

A cold voice filled with contempt.

It's this boy's fault.

That's why he came empty-handed to the training ground.

Because if you do anything wrong, you're in big trouble. That's why we don't do anything that might get us in trouble.

Ferda looks up slightly and gazes at the boy.

‘Cushion arcade. ’

The rest of the arcade.

A boy with blond, brown eyes.

He hated reality so much.

"Give it to me, and get lost. I don't want to see you."

The chaser snatches the water bag in a heartbeat and growls.

In reality, he looks frustrated, but he can't help it. Identity differences were also one of the reasons, but more fundamentally, they were simple.

It is because the reality is weaker than the cursor.

"What? You're not going to run?"

He tasted like a waste of all the water he drank.

Then I smiled.

"Too bad. I was going to smash it this time."

Once upon a time, he actually used to swing his fist at the quarrelsome Kesher.

And it popped up like a dog in a ball sack.

I had to. Because that guy, Kesher, is a pretty deceptive character.

A genius with a natural gift for swordsmanship.

At the age of eight, I learned to handle Mana, and at the age of eleven, I entered Sword Express. Fifteen years old now, Sword Express is at large.

Well, if you can't feel it, it's easier said than done.

At the moment, the only one stronger than Kurshire is within ten fingers.

"It's time to start figuring out the fountain, no matter how stupid."

Did he stop scratching his insides?

The fact that his teeth were revealed clenched his fist tightly. But that was it. All I could do was shake my fist and not dare to run.

After discovering this, Kesher's mouth shut.

And then no matter what he tried to say,

"Master Shifu."

There was a voice one step ahead. It was Burke.

Burke twitches his eyebrows momentarily as he approaches. It was because I found Ferda by my side. But I didn't say anything.

Burke turns his gaze back to reality.

"Young master, it's your turn. Come out to the training ground."

In one word, I felt a shadow on my face.

He bites his lip and suddenly looks back at Ferda.

But what could be wrong with Ferda? As he shakes his head with an awkward face, the light of his resolve settles on his face.

"Then I'll start the class."

Burke's curriculum was simple.

Everything from swinging the sword to correcting a series of actions such as stabbing and slashing.

Of course, this is for realities only.

In reality, I was terribly incompetent with sword skills.

"Swing it again."

In saying this, I did as I was told.

I danced poorly, but still didn't look clumsy. But it wasn't in Burke's eyes.

"Again."

The silk thread bit my lips tightly.

The training wooden sword crosses the air. I have more power than before.

"Again."

Burke only said "back" mechanically.

I was still looking at the boring landscape.

Someone is approaching.

"You look much better than I've heard."

Soft voice.

The man with the glasses on his light brown curly hair. Ferda finds out who he is as soon as she sees him.

· · · · · · · · The end of the path of articles. It was a well-dressed man there.

A man in his late teens with light brown curly hair and dark green eyes. As soon as I saw him, Ferda knelt on her knees. Because I realized who he was.

‘Shane Arcdue. ’

The Earl's firstborn and rightful son.

Swordsmanship, magic, discipline.

A reinsurance that does not omit any of them.

He speaks with a gentle smile.

"Greetings, Ferda Inoside."

Shane knows who Ferda is, even if he hasn't told you his name yet.

Even this was not all.

"No, should I call you Ferda Winterens?"

The family name before the fall, Winterlens.

Ferda, from the original novel, was shocked as soon as she heard this. You didn't think an old family name would come out of a place like this.

However, it is not surprising to think of a bear.

So Ferda bows her head with a bold face.

"As you please."

Attitude that is not at all embarrassing.

Shayne's eyes saw this.

"You're not surprised."

"Of course you do."

Ferda raises her head.

He speaks face to face with Shayne's eyes.

"You can't just waltz into a castle with an unclear origin."

It is the choice of a teacher to teach the third master of the Earl.

Of course, I'll get all the demographic information in advance.

"Well, you might think so."

Shane answers as if he had a point.

Then he shakes his head.

"But no. I'm the only one who knows Winterlens."

There was no line like this from the beginning.

But there was no reason to panic.

That line alone made me realize what Shane wants.

"Is there something you want me to do?"

The answer is Shane's eyes are wide open. An impressive face.