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As soon as Seraphina entered, Cloyce snatched the letter from her hand hungrily, as if seizing a treasure.
“Can’t you, Your Majesty, honor a loyal servant with at least one word of thanks?”
“Well, you did.”
“I heard very well your words of unfeeling praise!”
Seraphina looked at him clearly bored, and the butler laughed as he offered her a cup of tea.
No matter what Seraphina said, Cloyce wasn't really hearing anything.
He hurriedly opened the envelope, and as soon as he saw the elegant circular handwriting, a smile appeared on his face. It was an epi line.
[Hello, my dear teacher! I'm Evie! I would like to ask you something.]
“Request?”
Cloyce murmured, wondering at the content of the letter he had not expected.
Upon hearing him, Seraphina approached, holding a cup of tea.
“A request? Is something wrong?”
She had instructed Evie to tell her first if she had anything to ask Professor Sian, as she was a smart girl who did not forget such instructions.
But to write a direct message to Cloyce to ask for something, this caused anxiety in the hearts of Cloyce and Seraphina. Is there a serious problem or worry weighing on her? Their expressions hardened, and Cloyce hurried to read the rest of the letter.
[Next week, the midterm exams will begin, and I have chosen to study the Risid and Arsis languages in the foreign languages subject. But there are many parts I don't understand. I asked my language teacher a lot, but…]
Maybe she was writing while deep in thought? There were ink spots indicating that the pen had been stopped for a long time.
[I think I will try harder if I learn from you.]
At the end of the letter, there was a drawing of a squirrel that looked a little sad.
“Cute squirrel.”
“Yes, very nice.”
“I agree with you both.”
Even the butler came closer to look at the drawing with satisfied eyes.
Then Cloyce regained his composure first.
“But why do you ask me to teach foreign languages... Oh, right, I was a language teacher.”
Belatedly remembering the preparation of Professor Sian Ruochen's character, he let out a sigh.
Seraphina was in a similar state, holding her head in her hands as if she had never expected this situation.
“She seems to think that Your Majesty is fluent in four foreign languages because of the books in the professor’s office.”
“I told you collecting all those books would cause trouble!”
“I'm really so busy, and yet I decorated the professor's entire office! Being reprimanded for such sincerity really hurts me!”
Seraphina pretended to cry, wiping away imaginary tears, then answered:
“There is no escape then. Since Your Majesty cannot teach, let us assume that the reply has not arrived...”
“Why can't I teach?”
"Why? Because you don't know rissids and arcs very well, do you?"
“What are you talking about? Have you forgotten that I was a student at the elite academy? And I learned all four languages back then.”
He was not particularly interested in foreign languages, but his mother, who felt that he had to master everything as heir to the throne, strongly insisted on it.
“But you haven't used it lately, have you?”
“Why do I use it? I deal with diplomatic documents without translation!”
“However, it does not seem that your level is sufficient to teach a student...”
“Seraphina, Dean of the Academy, I don’t know why you’ve been arguing with me about everything lately.”
“Well, because Your Majesty has become more mellow lately, like when Lillian was alive...”
She couldn't say it, so Seraphina just smiled confusedly and took a step back.
“Okay, let it be as you want.”
Who can stop the emperor if he decides something?
“When do midterms start?”
“A week from now.”
“A week…”
Cloyce lost himself in thought for a moment, then returned to his desk and wrote a short letter. He handed it to Serafina and said:
“Hand it to Evie.”
“I don’t know how long ago the dean’s job included delivering mail, but if you want to use a high-level talent like me, maybe you could honor me with an extra mana stone… Fine, I’ll go, I’ll go.”
Seraphina looked into Clois's sharp eyes, drank the tea offered by the butler in one go, and then turned around with slumped shoulders.
After she left, Cloyce immediately returned to his office.
“The test is in a week...”
So he has to finish these tasks as quickly as possible so he can go.
This way, he could teach Eevee something extra before the test.
“How difficult was the first exam at Elite Academy?”
Clois's thoughts were filled with what he was going to teach Evie.
—
“The professor agreed to teach me!”
Evie held up a spoonful of chickpeas with obvious joy.
“Professor?”
On the other side, Lusca was tearing off a chicken leg quickly and elegantly, and he asked inquiringly.
“Sian Ruochen, the professor who takes care of Eevee.”
Arcel answered for her, and Lusca looked as if he remembered something.
“True, you said that you went with him to have fun at the last festival.”
“Yes, that day was very fun! I won the raffle and chose a squirrel puppet made of wood… and I drew that puppet in the letter as well...”
Evie continued to talk nonstop while eating.
In fact, the three had heard the story of that day many times, but they had never mentioned it. Erin looked so happy as she told her story.
After listening for a long time, Irene asked curiously:
“By the way, what does Professor Sian look like? I haven’t seen him yet and I’m curious.”
“First of all, it's too long!”
Evie raised her hands forcefully for emphasis, but, with her small stature, they only reached Irene's head.
“And he's so handsome!”
At this Lusca, who was tearing off a second chicken leg, stopped:
"How much? Like me?"
In a sly tone, Loska's question made Irene's face tense, while Arcel, who hated cucumber salad, placed a generous amount of it on Loska's plate.
“No, Professor Sian is very handsome!”
"What?"
Loska stopped eating in shock.
Up until now, Evie had always answered that Loska was the best when he moaned like that, but this time, she answered forcefully and without hesitation, confirming Professor Cian's superiority with overwhelming handsomeness.
“So, is he handsomer than Arcel?”
Out of stubbornness, Lusca pointed to Arcel, who was calmly spreading butter on bread.
Evie paused a moment, then said less firmly than before:
“Arcel is beautiful, but Professor Cyan is handsome.”
Klang.
Arcel put the butter knife down and smiled softly.
Luska held his forehead.
Evie's assessments were not wrong. Arcel, 13, was described as a handsome boy, and with his cold charm, “pretty” fit him best, Eppie said.
The problem is that Arcel doesn't like such comments.
Once, Lusca said to Arcel after a long meeting: “Haven’t you become more beautiful?”, so Arcel pushed him into a duel in the ring until blood flowed. Since then, Lusca has been careful with his words...
“He wouldn't treat Evie that way.”
But, from his smile, it was clear that he was angry.
Then Arcel spoke:
“Evie, I would really like to see this Professor Sian to see how handsome he is.”
Lusca was surprised by Arcel's response. It seemed that his anger at Sian being called handsome outweighed his resentment at being called beautiful.
"Okay, I'll ask the professor later and introduce him to you! Professor Sian is fluent in four languages, and he'll teach me risid and arsis!"
Evie continued to talk about Sian excitedly, oblivious to the significance of Arcel's smile.
At a nearby table, Isriela covered her mouth with her hands.
"to lie!"
In the letter sent by her brother, it was clearly written that Professor Sian Rushen’s specialty was “Geology.”
How can he be a language professor?
“What is this...”
Who is this Professor Sian that Evie Elden is talking about?
Isriela's astonishment turned into a smile.
Whoever this professor is, Evie Elden will pay for this lie.
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