Count Scribe's Tutor

The Dalian was unilateral.

Poor but restless violence. In reality, you are in a hurry to avoid an attack.

I got hit in the head and whipped.

Do you think we'll lose after not fighting back?

Suddenly, I thought about it, but my life suddenly changed. Perda, who was watching, also opened his eyes wide.

‘The manas of negative dimensions. ’

It was a moment, but I could feel the music.

Soon, Mond's movements become dull.

Whitening face. It looks like the one he was overwhelmed by the other day.

‘There's a gap. ’

Sturdiness during a duel is fatal. No matter how talented you are at swordsmanship, you will know that this is a gap.

Phew!

A cool way to make your first attack.

Mond slumps back as he knees to a follow-up.

Seeing the scene, I was sure.

You did it.

[Reminder]

* We have discovered the new capabilities of 'hands-on arcades’.

* Capability Name:

‘Good.'

I clenched my fist without even knowing it.

This is the fastest of all seasons.

We can easily cope with the imminent crisis. Relieved from the tension, I came to relieve myself.

Then the system window reappears.

[sealed matter]

* Fine-out conditions

Talent above Hero Grade

Sound Dimension Mana: Achieve [1,000]

Of course, you can't get enough of your first drink.

However, this is very forward.

One of the two conditions was already achieved and the other was to be achieved soon.

‘As soon as I awaken my command, I get a problem. ’

I felt much better because of the rapid growth in reality.

I could feel it from afar.

Turning around, reality gives a cheerful look.

Like, "What do you think? like asking."

"Very good."

I raised my thumb with a muttering I couldn't hear.

Seeing this, he laughed.

Ferda also smiled face to face.

* * *

Three days later, Sunday.

Knock, knock.

"Excuse me."

Aaron opens the door.

You lower your head slightly to Ferda, then speak.

"I, the young master, have dinner."

"Let's go."

"Yes, four!"

Ferda gets up from her seat.

After his first victory in swordsmanship, he invited Ferda to dinner every day.

After a moment, Ferda arrives in front of the room, raising her hands to knock.

"Come in."

Even before that, his voice was one step ahead.

It seems to have picked up Ferda's footsteps. Opening the door and going inside, reality greets him.

A expressionless face.

But with your pointy ears, you seem to be feeling good.

Ferda narrows her eyes, bringing out a window into the realm.

[Name]: Silvan Arcdue

[Level]: 9

[Talent]: Commando Mythology

[Strength]: 15/15

[Health]: 18/18

[Agility]: 24/24

[Magic]: 952/952

[Charm]: 96/99

[Luck]: 54/75

[Likeability]: 21

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

In just ten days, the stats of the realm changed noticeably.

The biggest change is the amount of magical power.

‘You've fed Commander's Herb that much. ’

In the meantime, there are more than 200 roots in the Commander's Herb. If it had been eaten by ordinary people, they would have been addicted to alcohol and died from bone sickness right away.

On the other hand, he seemed refreshed, rather than sick.

‘I also liked it a lot. ’

When I first met him, my liking that was minus 100 changed to plus.

Moreover, I now have the pleasure of taking two orders of magnitude.

I felt proud and smiled satisfactorily.

"Ferda?"

He tilts his head.

Looks like Ferda was acting strangely without saying anything.

"What's the matter? Is the food bad?"

"No, this is good enough."

"Really?"

"I wish I could trade you for a different chicken."

It's not just chicken that's been roasted for over ten days.

In Ferda's reply, he bursts into laughter. Immediately, a private meal began with a rattling sound.

"You know what?"

Not long after dinner.

The handwriting muttered.

"I just had a dream I missed."

What followed was the story of the ‘forest’ where the realm lived.

Ferda listens quietly.

We already know the story, but this is the first time he's brought the past to his senses.

It was at the end of the story that suddenly began.

The realm suddenly buries its face between the knees.

"· · · · · · Can't we go back forever?"

A sobbing voice came out.

I understand the feeling. The truth is, I was dragged here against my will.

Every time I say I want to go back to the forest, I get a negative answer, and that's exactly what I think.

However, this is only a tilt.

Because soon there will be opportunities.

"We'll get there soon enough."

"Huh? How?"

"There's an adult ceremony."

Dark Elves are born at the age of 14. It is a test, and after passing it, it is recognized by the clan as an adult.

"That's right."

I opened my eyes to see if I remembered this.

Then, I asked with a curious face.

"But how did Ferda know that?"

"I picked up some things while I was working as a mercenary."

In fact, he nodded.

This is a convenient setting for a mercenary. When you get a question that you can't answer, you can roughly put it together, and everybody gets over it.

"But will you let me go?"

At that time, his face turned dark again.

He is no longer a member of the Dark Elves, but an Earl of Archdut. No matter how important the test is, I doubt it will send me.

Regarding such concerns, Ferda answered without hesitation.

"It's okay. We can go back."

It was a voice I was sure of.

It is not unfounded certainty. I couldn't explain why, but I believed his answer.

Ferda adds, as soon as he thinks so.

"If you don't let me go, I'll fix it."

"How?"

Is there some kind of clever way?

His eyes sparkled with anticipation. However, the answer came back very simple.

"Just sneak out."

I have the ability to do that. So I answered confidently.

In the meantime, he frowned for a moment.

What's the next reaction?

Should I tell you not to joke? Or am I gonna get mad at you for making fun of me?

Normal practice is probably one of the two.

That's what Ferda thought.

But neither.

"Yeah, I get it."

A silk thread that nods softly.

A smile spreads over his mouth.

"If that's the case, take care of it then."

"· · · · · ·."

Ferda closes her mouth tightly.

The desperation in his voice.

If it were someone else, we could take it as a joke.

But in reality, it did not. No, I couldn't. For him, the forest wasn't light enough to joke about.

So I couldn't laugh. That's why I couldn't be angry.

If you could go back to the forest, you'd want to catch straws.

‘· · · · · · · Yes. I did.’

A genius with mythological talents and a protagonist in novels.

Of course I thought I could do anything, and I thought I could do anything.

But there was something ahead of it.

Before he was a genius and a protagonist, he was just a thirteen-year-old boy.

When I left the forest for over a decade and came to a strange place.

And when I realized I couldn't trust anyone, When I realized I was alone.

How scary? How lonely?

Every night, I wonder how many tears I swallowed alone.

When I thought about it, my heart burst.

‘Of course.' ’

Now, if I think about it a little bit, why did I just come up with an idea that everybody would do?

When I blamed myself.

"Ferda?"

He tilts his head.

At that moment, I woke up from a thought.

"You okay? You don't look so good."

Silk thread that just came right up to me.

Ferda raises her head, looking at him with an alarming face. Then he reached out his hand and tangled the hair on the knot.

"What, what?"

Looking at the embarrassed face of reality.

Ferda bites her lip hard.

The original objective was simple.

Contrary to the previous season's failures, I was quick to grow my practice.

Then, his goal was to prepare for the imminent crisis. We decided it was the most efficient and safe way to do it.

But there was something missing.

Physician in real life.

There were no practical opinions or intentions for his purpose. No, it's the right thing not to feel the need to.

Because for him, the truth is, it's just a tool that will stop disasters and lead to the completion of novels.

Yeah, I thought it was a tool. I finally realized that.

‘Thinking about this topic. ’

What are you, a homeroom teacher or a student?

You don't deserve to be called a teacher in the first place.

"· · · · · · · · Practice."

Ferda opens her mouth.

In reality, he looks up at him with a puzzled face.

"What would you most like to accomplish now?"

"Huh? What you want to accomplish?"

"Yes, it's what I want most."

Why are you asking me all of a sudden?

I had a vague question in my eyes.

However, Ferda's expression was so serious that the truth was straightforward.

"Of course."

Back in the woods.

I want nothing more than this.

You want to punch him in the face?

And the answer is terrifying.

"I see."

Ferda nods.

"I will definitely take you to the forest."

With serious eyes and voices.

I engraved every word on it.

"No matter what. You must."

If I let it go, I'm ready to swear again by Cardyranto.

In reality, he stared at Ferda with a puzzled face.

"Uh, I don't know why all of a sudden."

I'm embarrassed.I can't figure out why all of a sudden.

However, this one was definitely communicated.

Ferda's words are telling the truth now.

"Yeah, I get it."

So I was happy.

Ferda was the first person to take me seriously that I wanted to go back to the forest.

"I trust Ferda."

"Yes. Trust me."

Reality is no longer just a character in a novel. Especially not a tool.

Ferda accepted his disciple.

That's why Ferda decided.

I'll take full responsibility and teach, just like I did at Hunter Academy.

"I'm your homeroom teacher."

Until the end of the world in this novel.