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Chapter 247: Ranchi's Master-Student Duo

    

ly prepared. Although she amplified my negative emotions along with those of the 【Great Love Poet】, I quickly heard Lance’s steady and gentle voice: "Run."Huperlyan steadied herself in an instant, her...Chapter 248: A One-on-One Class from a Renowned Master

The next day. {What You still don't know | Read, no mistakes chapter reading | Hurry up and google it}

On this winter morning, the dawn light shone through the thick fog onto the marble walls of Lord Lirom's mansion.

This mansion sits at the rear of the city, surrounded by delicate gardens. In the distance, mountains can be seen. The intricate family crest above the gate glistens in the sunlight, heralding the beginning of a new day.

Lord Francis took Lance out of the dining room on the first floor of the mansion.

Within the manor, the magic stove dispelled the winter chill.

"Hope you're still getting used to the breakfast style here in North Continent."

Lord Francis smiled, his voice deep and gentle.

"This is the best hospitality I've ever received, thank you."

Lynch responded.

After a pleasant breakfast together, Sir Francis and Lance walked down a long corridor within the manor. Portraits of past barons lined the walls, and the carpet, imported from the Southern Continent, had intricate patterns and colors that gave off a warm and peaceful feeling.

"Next, I'll put you to work. Don't worry if Zesthira doesn't take to instruction easily. Just don't feel pressured."

Lord Francis spoke.

"I will do my utmost, Lord Ziquan."

They finally reached a gate adorned with exquisite wood carvings.

Lord Francis gently knocked on the door. There was no response, so he waited a few seconds and then slowly opened it.

Before their eyes lay a stunning private space. Miss Zelsira's room was arranged like a miniature museum, with an assortment of books, crystals, artworks, and antiques neatly displayed.

A large window allowed the soft winter sunlight to bathe the room, casting a clear light on the interior's collection of decorative pieces.

And a girl's figure stood beside the desk by the window in the room.

"This Mr. Locke is your new tutor. He's from the South Continent, and I think their culture is different from ours."

Sir Reginald stood at the door, his hand gripping the handle, deep in thought.

The figure in the room merely glanced back at Lord Francis and Lance before turning away again, choosing to ignore them and continue reading its magical book.

Just like turning around now, it's just to give Lord Francis some face.

"Mr. Locke, I apologize."

Lord Francis shook his head.

"Leave it to me, Lord Francis. Thank you and your family for your kindness."

Lan Qi nodded.

Then I'll get back to work.

Lord Francis patted Lanch's arm and ushered him out the door.

Outside Zethira's room, the winter sun gradually climbed higher, and a new journey of teachings and learning was about to begin.

Lancy carried a book and walked with a smile to the other chair in the room, where she sat down.

He kept a certain distance from Zestilla, as if guaranteeing he wouldn't intrude on her territory.

Then Lance began pulling out his pen and scribbling in the Imperial textbooks, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was supposed to be teaching.

The figure was still seated at the table by the wall, with two metallic dragon horns on her head that glinted like fine blades. Her jet-black hair had a faint bluish shimmer, and her most striking feature was her vertical pupils, which held a hint of both ferocity and aloofness.

The cat boss hid in the shadows, quietly observing. This Miss Viscountess looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, no wonder she was in pre-university.

Even though she was so young, the magic she wielded surpassed Lance's by far, at least reaching the level of a high-level second ranker.

It had never seen Lance teach, so it didn't know how good his teaching was.

That's it, Lance didn't speak to her, and she ignored him. This went on for almost half an hour.

Zethira made no move to shoo him away nor did she stop her reading, as if this new tutor were merely another piece of furniture in the room.

Over time, Lance became more composed than she was.

Zestilla, who was almost motionless, finally changed the frequency of flipping through the book.

She felt a little confused.

Although this new teacher won't pester her right away, the guy just hangs around here and doesn't leave, which makes her very uncomfortable.

Has the young lady had breakfast

Lance finally spoke, still without raising his head, focused on the writing in front of him.

What does it have to do with you

Ze**ila didn't even bother to look at him, not wanting to communicate at all.

I just want to get rid of him as quickly as possible.

Anyway, this guy just received a hefty reward and is hiding his inner hostility and sense of superiority. He's begrudgingly teaching her, a demon, .

Humans are the same, sometimes harboring even more sickening malice than demons. Some try to hide it based on their status and position, while others wear it openly.

"I'm sorry."

Lanche quickly said,

"I've always been of low status and didn't know how to speak to a noble lady..."

Listening to Lanchi and Zestilla's words, the cat boss in the shadows pondered.

Aren't you always strolling about with the Duchess of Horton Kingdom, all smiles

I've never seen you be self-deprecating.

"…"

Zesitara glanced at Lanchi's despondent expression.

The room was still as quiet as ever.

But in the silence, she felt a strange prickling sensation in her heart.

She was usually looked down upon by others, so when would she ever look down on someone else

She would never do such a despicable thing.

"I've finished eating."

Zestilla said no more and ignored Lance.

Thank you.

Ranch finished speaking and didn't continue the conversation. He went back to his work.

The dim light in the room gradually brightened, and the wooden floor began to reflect a warm glow. The old clock embedded in the wall ticked softly, its sound seeming slower in the warm light.

And just like that, another ten minutes passed.

"Miss Zelthira, may I be your friend"

Lance seemed to have finished a stage of work, closed the book in his hand for the time being, and raised his head again to ask.

"Who are you"

Upon hearing this, Zethira retorted without hesitation.

like a hedgehog that has been poked, striking back.

"I'm sorry, I've never had any friends since I was a child. I've always been bullied..."

Lance averted his head, looking downcast and avoiding her gaze.

"..."

Zetilah remained silent for a long time.

She felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

She understands what it's like to have no friends growing up and be bullied.

And this attitude, belonging to a youth who was too soft, gentle and kind, did indeed seem like the type easily bullied.

"Whoever bullies you in Liloma City, just tell my father."

She said.

Thank you.

Lanche expressed his sincere gratitude.

Also, you have friends now.

Zetilah added.

"Who is it"

"Me."

Thank you.

Cat Boss: ""

What's this kid doing, putting on an act of pity here

"I was very well looked after by Lord Francis, and I also heard him say that Miss has a great talent for magic..."

Lanche pondered for a moment, then spoke with a hint of hesitation.

"Alright, enough. You can't teach me anything. This one thing is off the table. I don't want to learn about magic theory and magical engineering; I only want practical magic. Don't waste each other's time with this."

Zesthira raised her hand, refusing.

"Sorry... I've never had a magical talent since I was young, and I'm not good at casting spells."

Lanchi apologized again.

The cat boss suspects this has all become Lanqi's trigger combo!

..."

Zesthira finally turned, her gaze fixed on Lanci. She stood in silence, hesitant for a long time.

"Or else, I'll teach you how to cast spells."

She said.

This way you won't be bullied.

Then, please take care of it, Miss.

Lance finally broke into a smile.

"Come here."

So it was that Lance sat beside Zestila at her long table, and she began to teach him the fundamentals of spellcasting.

……

I didn't realize it had already been more than an hour.

Lord Francis, having finished his business, came to Zestilla's door with a worried expression.

According to the secretary, Mr. Locke was not driven out halfway by Zesthira.

"Could he really get to class with Zestilla smoothly"

Lord Viridian paced back and forth in the corridor outside the door, cautiously approaching with lighter steps, yet hesitant to get too close and disturb Zestrilla.

But it was precisely because the room was too quiet that Lord Francis couldn't tell what was going on.

He couldn't help but listen at the door to what was happening inside.

Gradually, his expression became increasingly perplexed.

He leaned his ear closer to the door, suspecting that he had misheard.

Until he finally confirmed the state of the room.

The Viscount was dumbfounded.

This was the first time he had seen a tutor get along so peacefully and amiably with Zestara.

And...

Why is Zestiria teaching him!

(The End)

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