Count Scribe's Tutor

"· · · · · ·."

A stuffed silverware with a lump of meat in front of it. The hand holding the fork trembles.

It's worth it. Who in the world gives meat just because they like it? The erl, on the other hand, naturally continued to eat.

What the hell is that supposed to mean? ’

There was a question in Ferda's eyes.

It was a development that was not original, so it was hard to guess. The more you roll your head, the more speculations you make, but they're all symptomatic speculations.

Let's just keep an eye on things for a bit.

While thinking about it, the Earl suddenly opened his mouth.

"I heard the news. I heard you beat a lot of acolytes."

You must have heard from Aile.

Was he surprised to talk to me? In reality, he replied with a slightly trembling voice.

"· · · · · · · Yes."

"Well done. Very good."

A sudden compliment. His eyes widen, not to mention Ferda.

Earl Archdut is a flattering man. Even on the day that Cushire was a middleweight in Sword Exports, that's how much blood I would have needed. ’He was the one who muttered.

And you're praising me for beating the acolyte?

It was natural to be surprised. Then came the reason for praising him.

"I was able to distinguish between the incompetent."

What does that mean?

In fact, he tilted his head. Then I opened my mouth to ask why. However, the Earl's cold voice was slightly quicker.

"All your defeated acolytes have been driven out of the castle."

"· · · · · ·!"

The two eyes of the realm opened wide.

Immediately, the Earl's words followed.

"Those who can't even beat my opponents don't deserve to be my knights."

It was obvious who the Earl was talking to. The realm bows, its lips clenched tightly. My shoulder trembled a little more.

Meanwhile, Ferda narrows her eyes.

Now I know.

What the Earl's intentions are.

‘I'm pressuring you. ’

I killed him by placing bloody raw meat on the table. Next, you're mentally oppressing your acolytes for getting kicked out. Although it was quite psychotic, the Earl's intentions were very successful.

Because his face is blue.

‘Then why? ’

Do you really need to press the button? The way things are going now, I'm going to think of the Earl as very difficult, and I won't have to do this.

When a question mark popped into Ferda's head.

The Earl, who was watching the change in reality, suddenly died. A smile when satisfied. A moment later, he said, coloring as if it were when.

"If you don't want to eat, go ahead."

A powerful tone of disregard. However, it was an even sweeter answer for the real world. He was hungry to get out of here for an hour.

Bloop.

The headband bows. Ferda also got up from her seat. It was to preserve the stumbling reality. But then.

"Ferda, stay. I need to talk to you."

The Earl captures Ferda's footsteps.

What's there to talk about? I doubted it, but I didn't feel like it. Instead, I looked at the reality with my worried eyes.

"· · · · · · · It's okay. I can go alone."

Did he feel his gaze? In fact, he smiled and opened his mouth.

"I'll go first. See you later."

With a faint smile on his face, he turns away.

After a short while, Ferda takes her seat again after the door closes. Just after finishing the meal, the Earl pushes the bowl of blood to its side.

"I have a question, not a difference."

An Earl who wipes his mouth with a handkerchief.

A loving voice comes from his mouth.

"Can you tell me how you've lived? It bothers me that you're my friend's son."

A friend's son almost snores.

Although the Earl owed Ferda's father a debt, it was not a relationship to be called a friend. He was just a colleague who fought on the same battlefield once or twice.

But Ferda, the original, doesn't know this. I didn't have to. I met the Earl once in an inn when I was a kid.

So I made the darkest face possible. The story begins now because a mercenary from the Fallen Nobles has lived a life unlike any other.

"Yes, I · · · · · · · · · ·."

I started the story with a low sinking voice.

Contrary to what I told the reality, my experience with Hunter did not mix. They must have done some background checks. If something goes wrong with the investigation after talking about it for no reason, it shouldn't be.

So I only said the truth as concisely as possible.

"· · · · · · Then I got here."

Until I met Burke while I was in the back alley.

At the end of every story, the Earl suddenly stood up. Then he tapped Ferda on the shoulder and said,

"I apologize for your servant's rudeness. He's kind and decent, but he's not flexible. I hope you'll forgive me with your generosity."

"Oh, no. Please take it back."

Ferda tries to create a panic.

Not long after that, the two of them had some kind of conversation. From the mercenary industry to white writing to Mullen's alleyways. I had a variety of topics in my mouth, but there was no story about practice anywhere.

As the conversation begins to get boring, the Earl calls out to him suddenly.

"Ferda."

"Yes, Earl."

"What do you think is the difference between man and beast?"

This is a silly question.But I don't think it's a joke. His face was very serious. When Ferda is thinking about answering, the Earl gives his answer first.

"It's simple. A man with class is a man, and a beast without it."

The Earl suddenly rises from his seat.

He picks up a piece of meat from the table and slowly approaches Ferda. Then he continued to speak with a expressionless face.

"Homeroom teacher? It's too much for animals. Elegance doesn't mean teaching. All I want is a trainer. A trainer who makes you eat and sleep at a certain time."

Tuk

A chunk of meat rolls over the floor, leaving the Earl's hand. The meat rolling in the gull stops before Ferda's nose.

"The first day I saw you. I remember I used to be good at the Inn with the recovery owl. That's all I want. I don't need any more."

Slowly lowers your head and sweeps your lips.

"Remember how I handled the beast today."

At that moment, the Earl stomps on the chunk of meat.

Qajik!

Red flesh all over the place. One of them sticks to Ferda's cheek.

The Earl whispers as he wipes the flesh off his cheek.

"Next time I see you, I expect you to train more like a beast."

"· · · · · ·."

Ferda bows silently.

Not because I was afraid of his threats. It was not because of the unique skill of the Swordmaster, which was pressing him bit by bit like a crotch.

Kwaak

I thought I'd punch the Earl in the face right now.

A beast? Trained? Do you think I can talk about anything with my mouth pierced?

Rrrrgh!

You grip your teeth as hard as you can while keeping your head down. To avoid the outburst of anger. However, I couldn't stop my shoulders from trembling because my strength was too much.

It was then.

"Okay, that's enough."

Did he take Ferda's silent appearance as a positive?

The Earl patted him on the shoulder with a loving smile.

And breakfast is over.

* * *

After Ferda went back.

The only Earl left drinking his tea relaxed. Even though I could have paralyzed my nose inside Fivirin, I didn't give a damn. About half a cup of coffee. Someone knocks on the door outside.

Knock, knock.

"You summoned me."

Aile opened the door.

The erl doesn't even look at him, but flicks his fingers. Aile walks aloud to the Earl as if this behavior were familiar.

Then he knelt down and bowed his head. It's like saying you're ready to hear your story.

A moment later, the Earl opened his lips.

"Isle."

"Yes, Earl."

"What do you think?"

It was an impatient question, but I knew who the Earl was talking about at once. So Aile replied with a polite tone.

"Borrowing Burke's words suggests that he's moderately noticeable and articulate, so it's good to use · · · · ·."

"I heard that already."

The Earl expressionlessly said.

He looks down at Aile with his head turned sideways.

"I'm asking for your opinion."

At that point, she closed her mouth again.

Aile saw Ferda for the first time today.

Of course, he knew of its existence. The Earl's hand-picked homeschoolteacher. But today was the first time I had seen it. Besides, I haven't seen him in a while. It was hard to judge him by that alone.

"I honestly don't know."

So Aile chose to answer honestly.

The Earl who heard this took a cup of coffee without a word. As the silence grows longer, she opens her mouth again.

"Is there something bothering you?"

"Nothing. Rather, it's not so much."

Now, the Earl's expression is the expression he makes on his own when he doesn't like something. Aile notices this and carefully asks why.

"What does that mean · · · · · · ·?"

"He just picked out the answers I wanted. It's like looking inside my head."

The Earl replies with an uncomfortable voice.

Aile realized what to say here.

"If you'd like, we can investigate again."

"No, you don't have to. I can use him instead, but I need to know."

Unexpectedly, digging behind one person takes a lot of time. For the Earl, Ferda was not the one to take his time.

It's just good chess.

"If you think it won't work, · · · · · · · · · · ·."

"I'll dispose of it as I've done so far."

Aile replied quickly.

You keep your head down and say a few more words.

"We'll also look at the next homeroom teacher."

The answer never came back. The Earl only sipped coffee without saying a word. But there was no need to fret. That was the Earl's answer.

Aile bows quietly.

* * *

Not long after that.

Earl and Aile leave the room. Then the servants came and started cleaning up the room. You sweep the chunks of shredded meat all around, and take the entire carpet covered in blood.

Was it because he was busy moving?

The maids didn't know that someone was hiding above their head or on the ceiling.

Of course I didn't know. Eid, the butler, didn't even notice the soddmaster, the archduke.

‘Lucky me. ’

Ferda mutters to herself.

The way back to the mansion. Ferda purchased two skills with her Achievement Points in return for defeating Arcane.

The payment method was random, so I was reluctant to buy it, but I didn't have to buy it without my skill.

And as a result.

‘I can't believe you're actually throwing stones. ’

When I thought of that time, I sighed.

But it wasn't just a bust. The jackpot is drawn together enough to make you forget [Stone Throw]. The skills he used the most during his time!

[Ability]: Hide walker

[Grade]: Legend

[Step]: 1/3

[Effect]: One of Kang Tae-min's skills, a Class S Hunter. Perfectly clears the magician's mind for 10 minutes. However, be aware that if a shaman kills someone, there is a chance that he or she will be unmasked.

* Spell Consumption: 50

* Cooldown: 30 minutes

* Hidden chance: 20%

A Hidden Skill that cannot be detected by any means unless it is more fierce than a drunkard. The assassin had no better skill.

As soon as you get the [Hyde Walker], Ferda turns back the way she came.

An invitation to breakfast was not originally made. That's why, after breakfast, I thought I might be able to get some important information from the Earl.

‘It's nothing more than I expected. ’

However, the results were disappointing.

Still, it was not a bad thing.

Is that too harsh? ’

Because I knew the Earl suspected him.

I only gave him the answers I wanted, but I guess I overdid it.

‘It doesn't matter now. ’

I was originally going to get to know the Earl and rip something out. But that thought is gone now. He had no intention of confronting his disciple who did not treat him as a person.

‘Time to go back. ’

You're wasting your time here.

Now he has work to do. Ferda hides her true self.