Count Scribe's Tutor

"Young Master!"

Burke rushed in.

He hands the knights over to Cushire, then aims for the great Ferda.

"· · · · · · Explain."

Spicy enough to make my skin tingle.

Burke's eyes glow fiercely.

"so I can be reassuring. Now!"

A quiet training ground. Everyone's gaze turned to Ferda.

Bellow at least depending on whether or not you answer.

Ferda bows her head straight.

"I'm sorry. I felt threatened, and my habit of being a mercenary suddenly popped out."

There was no excuses like this.

They've all seen it.

From the way Kershaw spreads his flesh to the way he uses Mana Sword.

Plus, Ferda falls back at the end. He relentlessly draws his sword, and Ferda feels threatened and counteracts.

Literally self-defense.

Some knights nod as if they understand.

"Hnng."

And the embarrassment was with Burke.

He lets out a sigh and adds a single word, without being discouraged.

"But it was too much. Soon to be disciplined."

"Khhh! You bastard! You bastard!"

Suddenly, he roared roughly.

Are you awake already? If I'd known this was gonna happen, I'd have beaten you up a little more. With such regret, Ferda tasted it.

What the hell is this?

Opportunities came sooner than I thought.

"Uhhh!"

"Young Master!"

When the knights' wrangler picked up an iron sword on the floor.

The black poison glows like a spill through the rest of the Mana.

"Die!"

A sword that flies at your head.

At that moment, Ferda opened her eyes. Unlike Burke, there was a surge of energy. And the momentum he created was directed only at one person, Kesher.

Stop

Just one step ahead.

His movements were rigid.

A face that can't be white and blue. I dropped my sword as I was sweating.

Of course. If that was the kind of force he was trying to overwhelm, the one he just created was a "real" force of murder.

Of course, people die by the looks of it.

But it is enough to make this situation happen.

"Young Master, are you all right?"

Ferda approaches him with a worried face.

Of course, without getting your strength back.

"I'm sorry, I just feel like this is happening because of me."

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

"I think you should take a break."

His lips pointed towards Kershaw's ears.

Then I whispered in a low voice.

"Before my patience ran out."

At that moment, I poured all my strength into him.

The chaser trembles, and soon it sags. He fainted without overcoming the pressure.

"Young Master!"

Late knights have raised him up. At the same time, Ferda regained her strength. Then I looked worried at him.

"Phew, I feel like it's my fault."

Ferda is a shameless liar.

He bows to Burke with a dark face.

"I'll take my punishment lightly. I'm sorry, Lord Logwood."

"· · · · · ·."

Burke's face twitches.

On the other hand, Ferda lowers her head and smiles coldly.

There can be no discipline.

He proposed a duel, tried to use an iron sword, used Mana Sword, and even tried to ambush him in the end.

Ferda struggles to stay alive.

‘And · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

Now he can't be as careless to Ferda as he can be.

In his experience, everyone who fainted was overwhelmed.

A duel that is more rewarding than thread. Ferda smiles satisfactorily.

"· · · · · · · Go back today."

Burke sighs heavily.

He knows that. I can't blame Ferda anymore.

"The young master seems surprised."

As he said, he looks at Ferda with his eyes wide open. Once Ferda finds this, she turns around and heads back to reality.

"Young master."

Perda kneels before the realm.

He chuckles.

"Are you satisfied?"

I've paid you back exactly as I promised.

Ferda's eyes seemed to say so. Then the answer came right back.

[NOTE]: Appetite increased by (70).

* Current preference: 30

I think he was very satisfied.

* * *

That evening.

By the time the Red Sunset embroidered the sky, I received an unexpected offer.

Knock, knock.

"Excuse me, sir."

The brown-haired servant came in through the door.

Let's see. It must have been Aaron. When Ferda remembers the servant's name, Aaron opens his mouth again.

"The young master invited me to dinner. So, so..."

Dinner?

This is a development never before seen in the original.

But there was no need to panic.

What happened today was far from original anyway.

"Tell him I'll be right there."

"Yes, four!"

Aaron shouts in a cheerful voice.

Ten minutes from it.

Ferda heads to the mansion under Aaron's guidance.

"Young master, this is Ferda."

"· · · · · · Come in."

As soon as permission slipped.

I opened the door and went inside. Dark room.

The reality that was always on the bed was, for some reason, sitting at the table.

A table that already has food.

It wasn't a proper dinner; it was just chicken, bread, and stew baked in the oven.

"Hmph!"

At that time, he coughed.

I had silky soft silver hair.

Soon, Ferda's gaze reached me.

"You'd be surprised."

In fact, he greeted them lightly first.

Then I told him to sit down, and then I tried to tell him to start eating.

But then, Ferda walks to the top window.

Loud

What did they find?

His face looks a little awkward. In reality, I watched as he acted. However, this did not last long.

Ferda opened the star-spangled window.

"Now, wait a minute!"

I woke up in a hurry.

He hated the sun. The sunset was no exception.

So I tried to stop Ferda.

But he opened his mouth first.

"There's a little vine."

He taps the spine vine outside the window.

I didn't see it coming.

I thought there was a little bit of light coming out, but it was because of the vines.

In fact, you nod absent-minded.

"Thank you for inviting me to dinner. I was just on my way out."

"Uh, uh-uh."

"Then let's take a seat."

"Uh-huh."

Conversations that flow naturally.

Ferda seems very familiar with this situation.

On the other hand, it wasn't like that, so I followed Ferda's conversation.

Dallac

Not long after that.

Silent dinner is over.

A clean empty plate. It seemed to have been a very satisfying meal.

I suddenly looked at the window while touching the convex boat.

Around that time, Ferda got up from her seat.

"I heard the moon is bright tonight."

I hate the sun terribly, but I like the moonlight.

It was a real story.

"Better open the window."

I didn't ask permission. When the window opened, the moonlight quietly wrote down the room.

Then the face of reality that had been hidden in the darkness was revealed.

Somewhat shaky expression.

"You, so · · · · · · · · · ·."

"Ferda Inoside."

Ferda, who knew what he was going to say, replied.

He whispered Ferda's name several times in a small voice.

As if you don't want to forget.

After a while, the reality opened up again.

"I just wanted to ask you today."

I can't help but wonder what to ask.

You might ask, how the hell did you defeat him, or what did you do to make him so strong?

Or else.

"Before the fight with Kesher. You know what the mercenary industry says?"

Technically, it's Hunter.

Anyway, I said that.

"What are you talking about?"

"Literally. I was a mercenary."

"Mercenaries? The next of the nobles." "

"That's a lie."

The truth frowned.

Soon I remembered the message that I had decreased my appeal by 1.

"But I never lied. That's just how Lord Logwood introduced it."

I heard about it.

When I first introduced her, Ferda said nothing.

I felt a little relieved when I thought about it.

"Why did he lie?"

"I don't know."

I know very well, in fact.

But you don't have to explain what you're going to find out here someday.

Ferda flinches with a natural-looking face.

Then the realm asked the question again.

"A mercenary. You must have been out there a lot, huh?"

Unlike before, I have curious eyes.

Ferda nods.

"It's been over a decade since I was a mercenary."

It was the truth.

This is Ferda Inoside's set-point.

"Do you want to hear it?"

"Oh, I don't know."

Maybe it's because he was stabbed?

In fact, he scratched his cheek and made an awkward face.

"Just curious."

Still, I'm curious about that.

Before the Earl, he grew up in the woods all the time.

Ferda smiles with a bloodshot smile on her lips.

"I first decided to be a mercenary when I was 15."

From the fallen nobles. In the fifteenth year, he became a mercenary and rolled for a decade.

Ferda's set point in the original was two lines. So Ferda adds to this story of 'Hunter Kang Tae-min’.

When your fellow Hunters betrayed you from the day of the first battle, when you acquired a rare treasure, etc. He said, moderately correcting many of the experiences he remembered.

The more the story progresses, the more interested the real eyes become.

"· · · · · · · · That's why I came here."

The story is over for two hours.

In the meantime, a lot has changed.