Count Scribe's Tutor

The day I met my father.

Of course, we weren't close. I've never properly mixed words.

He was my father after half a year. I went there with expectations, but the results were disappointing as I feared.

Though not even a warm welcome, I thought I'd say hello. I did not say hello, I was treated like a total stranger. Moreover, instead of a name, I only heard insulting words of opposition.

Thug thug!

You hear the raindrops knocking on the window.

As I look out the window, I feel a slow depression. I hugged my knee while sitting on the bed.

I wish I could have heard the ghost chatter, but all three were not by his side today. I left for a while because it smelled awkward from dawn.

"Ha."

I sighed in frustration.

I repeated it several times, but rarely returned to its original state. I felt like I had three or four lead dogs in my chest.

Bloop-oop.

An unnoticed disguise sounds chaotic.

I was hungry, but I had no appetite. Suddenly, when I went to see my father, I remembered a lump of meat that I enjoyed at the table.

I feel nauseous just thinking about it. The reality shakes its head vigorously. Then, the door between the stars opened.

Yuck!

No knocks. Very few visitors know the truth.

After a while, I heard a familiar voice.

"In fact."

It was Ferda.

He immediately spoke with a worried tone.

"Are you okay? Aren't you nauseous?"

Silent nodding silk.

When Ferda saw this, she took a step and struck the curtain. It got darker in the room. Hearing the rising rain, the realm buries its head between the knees.

The room was full of silence for a while.

All I could hear was the ticking of the needle.

Silent practice soothes my lips.

"· · · · · · Why does my father hate me?"

A slight trembling voice.

Ferda recalled the scene she saw in the novel. Before the real mother died, she left this message as a testament.

Your father, Count Archdut, would never do you any harm.

When I first saw the novel, I felt strange in this area.

Usually, your father would take good care of you. 'I thought you said?

‘Of course I know why. ’

The real mother had no choice but to say so. And why he left the forest and came to the Earl. Even the reason Earl Archdut hates reality so much, Ferda knows it all.

But this is not a story he can tell.

‘I wish I could get to the forest sooner. ’

A real-world and growing forest.

There is someone who can tell you the truth. You should only hear from him. Only then can you truly embrace the truth.

"I've heard servants talk before."

Then the reality opened up again.

You still bury your head, and let out a trembling murmur.

"My father hates me because I'm a bad kid."

That's not true.

Even though the reality was much milder than it is now, or even more talented than he is now, there is no love for the Earl. There's a terrible story between the two of them.

It was then.

Knock, knock.

I heard a knock at the door.

After a while, the door opened slightly.

"Poetry, excuse me."

Aaron sticks out his face.

Maybe it was dark in the room? Or did he feel that the atmosphere was clumsy? Aaron hesitates for a moment.

"We have prepared the meal you requested."

I smelled food through the slight crack in the door.

Not the smell of bitter raw meat, but the smell of proper cooking. In fact, he glances up at Aaron. Then my lips sprayed with a dry look.

"· · · · · · I never asked for a meal."

"Yes?"

noticeably embarrassing Aaron.

Then I started to feel dizzy.

"Ha, but that · · · · · · · · · · ·."

"Thank you. You can leave it there."

Then Ferda opens her mouth. Aaron lowers his head and puts the meal on the table.

Grilled duck vents, spicy chicken wing soup, and freshly baked white bread. They were all her favorite food.

"Excuse me, then."

Kuang

When the door closed, the room was filled with the smell of food. But in reality, he dug his face back between his knees. Then Ferda turned to him and said,

"I asked for it. You must be hungry by now."

"· · · · · · Never gets hungry."

"Don't lie to me. Then what's the sound coming from the ship?"

Ferda said that the boat was covered while he was still alive. But that was it. It was still floating on the bed.

Ferda shrugs and mutters in an unorthodox tone.

"Not if you don't want to."

Finally, Ferda sits in front of the table.

I'm not just hungry. He's hungry, too.

Ferda started eating alone. I ripped off one of the duck legs baked in a barrel and put it right in my mouth. Along with a humming sound, the smell of greasy meat irritates the nose in the trunk.

Gulp!

I drooled.

I raised my head slightly and looked at Ferda. Duck legs on one hand and white bread on the soup on the other. Seeing that, I couldn't take it anymore.

Fluffy

I walked softly and sat across the street. Then Ferda opened one of his legs without saying a word. In reality, he did not reject it, but accepted it. The room was filled with the sound of fast food.

After a long time.

The quiet meal was over. At the same time, Ferda opens her mouth.

"I don't know why."

In fact, he raised his head.

Ferda looks him in the eye and speaks.

"But I'm pretty sure I don't trust you. I haven't heard of a habit of serving raw meat to my son in a long time."

The silk thread clenched my lips.

Filling my stomach makes me feel better, but I feel depressed again. Then Ferda pops her lip again.

"As a matter of fact, who is Earl Archdude to you?"

"What kind of person? Of course."

"Do you think he's your father? Really?"

In reality, I hesitated for a moment. I'm sure there's blood. But is that really your father?

When I thought about it, I hesitated to say yes.

At the same time, Ferda squeezes through the gap.

"It can't be. We've only been together for half a year, and we don't even know each other. Besides, I've never really said it right."

"· · · · · ·."

He gripped his fist tightly with a cheerful tone.

But Ferda didn't stop.

"What parent in the world calls their child a traitor? That's not the only spot. You're right not to say that if you're alone."

He was right.

In a word, a single word pierced his chest sharply. It hurts. He bites his lip hard. Then I opened my mouth with difficulty.

"· · · · · · · I know."

Why don't you understand? This is not a normal rich relationship.

However, in reality, he was an undeniable being easily.

"But without you, there's really no one else."

When I was only ten.

In fact, I doubted my mother.

"I don't care if you're alone. I'm used to being alone all the time."

He was always alone in the woods. Of course, some took care of him devotedly, and some came quickly, but the answer could not be that it was not alone.

"· · · · · But being alone and having no one around is different. It's hard to explain why, but it's definitely different. So..."

You can't give up being a father that easily.

Even if you are treated like a son, having a father means that someone is with you.

That's why I'm forcibly hugging you. The existence of the Earl cannot be let go, knowing that the existence of the father is hurting him.

If you let it go because it hurts, then you'll become really lonely.

"June 20."

Then Ferda opens her mouth.

I looked at the reality and listed the information in my memory.

"Born of the Serenek Forest. I heard you left the forest and came here last winter."

"· · · · · ·?"

A mysterious light appeared in the eyes of reality.

Ferda pauses and takes a deep breath.

The first thing I said was real birthdays. After that, he put the pirate in his mouth.

But this is just a taste. From now on, only Ferda knows the story that wasn't in the novel.

"Meat is my favorite food. Of course, not raw meat, but baked or steamed. I like pork the most, but I'm stuck in duck meat these days. So much for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and duck all day."

"· · · · · ·!"

His shoulders were slight trembling.

He knows that now. What Ferda's talking about.

"I hate hot things, so I can sweat a little and find water. I'm not much of a sleeper, but sometimes I fall under the bed. I like to be praised, and when I'm happy or in a good mood, I turn my ear to it."

From the first season to the eighth.

No such information has been written anywhere.

‘So · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

At this moment, Ferda is the only one who knows the Silvan arcade better than anyone.

That's why I was able to say this.

"Do you think there's no one around you?"

My eyes were flickering. Then, I bowed my head.

"But Ferda."

"It was Erl Archdut who hired me, obviously."

Ferda hits the player.

He turns away, standing still.

"But it was my decision to make you a disciple. Not the Earl's orders."

It was only Ferda's arrogance and willingness to acknowledge the Actuate as an equal, not just a character in a novel, but a tool for achieving a purpose.

"No matter what anyone says, you are my disciple."

Not a beast to tame.

Ferda's big hand rests on her head.

"I don't have to hold on to hurt you."

Hearing that warm voice, the realm bows.

Nothing but a bloodline. However, what could not be easily discarded was the existence of the Father. Ferda, on the other hand, is a complete stranger. I've only known him a short time, and I have no blood ties.

But why?

I could see the shadow of the man I had so hoped for from Ferda.

"If you hate something, you don't have to force it. I'll compliment you when I'm proud of you. Unless something special happens, I won't leave you alone."

Earl Archdut, what he so desperately wanted to hear from his father, comes from Ferda's mouth. Suddenly something shook in my frustrated heart. My body trembled regardless of my will.

"So it's okay now."

Maybe it's the warmth in my head.

I sprayed a little in front of my eyes.

"Until you don't need me, I'll stay with you."

I couldn't raise my head. The dew blossomed on the floor.

I couldn't answer. You must have a wet voice.

But I could nod my head.

Ferda's answer never came back. But it was okay. Now I'm pouring out the emotional nuggets that I had in my heart, and I'm putting all my strength into it.

The day I met Earl Archdut.

It stopped raining in my mind for a long time.