“Then let’s find a village.” Little Morgan wasn’t very familiar with the situation in Britain; she only knew what the fairies told her.
So she decided to temporarily follow her cheap teacher’s decision.
“You rest well today and gather your strength. My teaching officially begins tomorrow.”
“Be mentally prepared, my teaching is very strict.”
“I won’t hesitate to punish disciples who fail to meet the curriculum standards.”
Gwyn said this in a deliberately fierce tone, as if trying to scare her.
Sure enough, as soon as little Morgan heard him, her mind started racing.
What would he teach?
If I really couldn’t meet the standards, what kind of punishment would I receive?
“If we’re going to a village, this outfit won’t do.”
“Last time I wore something like this near a human village, I was mistaken for a monster and attacked.”
Gwyn lowered his head and examined his armor, the Harland Armor, which was bloated and bulky around the stomach, intertwined with layers of dry vines.
He held both sides of the treasure chest head with his hands and pulled upwards forcefully, finally removing the strange helmet.
Revealing a perfectly handsome face that seemed almost too beautiful, enough to charm all beings.
In fact, Gwyn did possess the authority of charm.
After slaying Miquella, who had passed through the God’s Gate and ascended from a Demigod to a God in the Elden Ring World.
He seized the Great Rune Miquella held and gained the authority of charm by devouring Miquella’s soul.
Of course, before that, he had also learned charm magic from his teacher, Klana.
Moreover, his mastery of charm magic was extremely high; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to withstand the charm power of the divine Miquella and kill Miquella.
That Miquella, even as a Demigod, could charm other demigods, making Mohg, Lord of Blood, want to ‘bend over’ for Miquella, ultimately becoming Miquella’s puppet.
After ascending to a true god, Miquella even attempted to charm all living beings in the entire world.
To create a gentle world without strife, where all living beings, regardless of species or past grievances, could coexist harmoniously.
Unfortunately, Gwyn intervened, cutting Miquella’s beautiful dream, gentle laws, and ‘King of Covenants’ into fine pieces and throwing them into the First Flame to burn away.
Normally, Gwyn wouldn’t use his charm power.
He wasn’t as naive as Miquella, thinking of using charm to create a so-called gentle world.
In such a world, all living beings would be charmed, essentially lacking the ability to think.
How would they be different from Living Corpses?
What’s the point of creating a world of living dead?
Miquella, due to a congenital defect, couldn’t grow up and would forever remain a young boy.
But could Gwyn not grow up?
However, even without using the authority of charm, his entire body still exuded a subtle, alluring charm that drew people’s attention.
Little Morgan stared blankly at his face, momentarily lost in thought, “So you’re human, after all. I thought you were a monster, with a head like that…”
Gwyn shook his head; this was one of the reasons he liked to wear those bizarre armors.
If he were to wear a normal, handsome armor and take off his helmet…
Just standing there, a large number of creatures would immediately be charmed.
Regardless of gender or species.
If he fully activated his charm authority, even succubi would instantly kneel before him.
This was the authority of a god; it could charm even gods, let alone mere succubi.
He could even mass-produce succubi using the authority of Chaos Flame and Charm.
And by kneading them a bit with the Law of Life, he could customize their appearance and shape, making them both beautiful and useful.
“That’s just a special helmet. Although its appearance isn’t good, it can increase luck, but it costs a little bit of vitality.”
As Gwyn spoke, he changed into a normal, full-coverage helmet suitable for the time and place, covering his face, leaving only a few holes for sight and breathing.
Little Morgan finally snapped out of it, but her mind was still replaying that face, savoring the memory.
At the same time, she unconsciously began to imagine his physique.
Now she felt that becoming Gwyn’s disciple wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
Gradually, little Morgan couldn’t help but recall what the fairies in Avalon had said, and a blush crept onto her cheeks.
“What are you thinking about!” Gwyn curved his finger into a hook and gently tapped her head, interrupting her wild thoughts.
He used just the right amount of force, enough to make her dazed but not hurt her.
Little Morgan cried out in pain, covering the spot he tapped with both hands, constantly rubbing it to ease the discomfort.
“Starting tomorrow, I’ll put you through anti-charm military training.”
Gwyn thus set the teaching goal for the next period: to help Ash overcome the influence of his charm aura and improve her resistance to charm.
“Oh~”
Ever since she saw that face, little Morgan’s resistance had greatly diminished, and she had no objections to Gwyn’s arrangements.
After Gwyn changed his armor to a less conspicuous plate armor.
He thought for a moment, then took out a set of alloy armor from his backpack and modified it with his authority.
Then he held the miniaturized armor against little Morgan, comparing it, and nodded with satisfaction.
“I think starting lessons tomorrow is a bit too slow; let’s start now.”
“Put on this armor as weight training to improve your physical fitness.”
Little Morgan took the alloy armor, felt its weight, and almost dropped it.
She had to use magic to strengthen her hands to barely hold it steady.
“No using magic to reduce the load,” Gwyn added at this point.
Her little face immediately crumpled.
Such heavy armor, and she had to walk in it without magic to lighten the load?
It would kill her!
“Can I not wear it? I’m a Mage, what do I need armor for? Mages should travel light.”
Little Morgan protested.
“Wrong, completely wrong.” Gwyn held up both hands and made an ‘X’ gesture at her, looking profound.
“As the saying goes, a Mage who can’t fight in close combat isn’t a qualified Mage.”
“Imagine, an enemy thinks you’re a Mage and goes through great lengths to rush to your side.”
“But instead of running away, you tear off your magic robe to reveal heavy armor, grab a heavy weapon, and chase after him, hacking away.”
“Isn’t that interesting?”
Little Morgan was bewildered.
What kind of heresy was this?
If someone rushed over, couldn’t she just fly away with magic?
“In short, even Mages shouldn’t neglect physical training. Hurry up and put on that armor!” Gwyn ‘fiercely’ reprimanded her, showing no mercy.
“Alright.”
Under the oppressive power of her unscrupulous teacher, little Morgan reluctantly used magic to put on the armor, and finally, she personally donned the miniature helmet.
Immediately, her entire body felt heavily weighed down, and every step became extremely difficult.
She tried to take a step, exerting all her strength to do so.
After taking that one step, she felt utterly exhausted, unable to take another.
“Te-teacher, can I not wear it? Th-this is too hard!”
“And I’m still growing; carrying so much weight will have an impact!”
“What if I don’t grow tall in the future?”
Little Morgan cried, even bringing up the reason that she was still growing. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
“You’re right, still growing. Heavy pressure is indeed not good and will affect bone development.”
“However—I have a secret medicine, so you don’t have to worry about this at all.”
Gwyn first gave her a little hope, then immediately shattered it, showing his mischievous nature.
“Ta-da! My personally cultivated Green Flower Grass, imbued with rich life energy. Eating it will restore a large amount of stamina, and it has a continuous effect.”
He handed a blooming Green Flower Grass, cultivated with the Law of Life, to little Morgan.
“Eat grass?” Little Morgan grimaced, feeling her worldview constantly being refreshed.
“Don’t worry, it’s all-natural and pollution-free, absolutely non-toxic. The Undead Legion of Farron couldn’t even get Green Flower Grass of this quality for their training, so be content.”
Gwyn rolled his eyes.
You’re getting picky now.
“You eat one first for me to see.”
“Still afraid it’s poisonous? If I wanted to harm you, I’d just chop you up with one slash, why would I need these methods?”
“If you weren’t my disciple, do you think I’d give you this level of secret medicine? Normally, I wouldn’t give it even if others begged me.”
Gwyn slightly lifted his helmet and put a stalk of Green Flower Grass into his mouth.
The Green Flower Grass he cultivated with the Law of Life tasted very fresh and juicy, like eating a fruit, filling his mouth with a natural, refreshing taste and a hint of sweetness.
“Don’t tell me that with the blessing of such top-tier secret medicine, you can’t even walk while wearing armor. I would look down on you then.”
Gwyn used a goading tactic.
Little Morgan’s mind was so innocent and pure that she immediately fell for it.
She angrily snatched the Green Flower Grass from his hand and ate it, pausing for a moment as she tasted it, then quickly recovered and began to stride forward vigorously.
Gwyn watched from behind, and after she had walked about a hundred meters, he loudly called out: “Ash, you’re going the wrong way, this is the path to the village.”
“Ah—”
Little Morgan let out a cry of despair, “Why did you wait until I walked so far to say anything?”
“Why didn’t you correct me when I first went the wrong way? Are you even a qualified teacher?”
“A qualified teacher should definitely remind their disciple the moment they make a mistake, right?”
Gwyn whistled twice, his gaze wandering, “I was immersed in your valiant figure as you strode forward, and I forgot to remind you. Who told you to be so brave and attention-grabbing?”
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty of Green Flower Grass. Just keep walking.”
“If you can’t find a village before dark, you’ll have to spend the night in the forest.”
“Maybe while you’re sleeping, venomous snakes will crawl over and bite you, or venomous insects will crawl over and sting you, causing huge pus-filled swellings.”
He half-praised, half-threatened.
“I’m not walking anymore, you’re just messing with me.”
“As for venomous snakes and insects, I’ll just set up a magic barrier, and they’ll be useless. I’m not afraid.”
Little Morgan sat down abruptly, went on strike, turned her head, and pouted, not falling for his tricks.
Children are indeed more fun to play with.
Gwyn smiled faintly in his heart, walked over, and gently shook a Sacred Chime.
It seemed like a drop of water fell, and an invisible ripple spread out.
[Silence Ban], a type of miracle that prevents all nearby units, including the caster, from using spells.
Little Morgan immediately felt a severe sense of restraint.
Her face changed, and she tried desperately to mobilize her magic to cast a spell, but found she couldn’t release anything.
“Alright, now do you still think you can rely on a magic barrier to defend against snakes and insects?”
Gwyn smiled wickedly, his voice eerie like he was telling a ghost story: “Imagine those long, slimy, venomous insects slowly wriggling towards you…”
“Stop! I’ll walk, okay? I’ll walk!”
Morgan was afraid of bugs; this was an unknown secret, and Gwyn had inadvertently hit the mark.
Hearing Gwyn’s words, she couldn’t help but imagine venomous insects, feeling a chill, and immediately stood up, walking towards the village at a significantly increased pace.
Fear is always humanity’s most powerful primal motivation, Gwyn thought, as he leisurely followed behind her, heading towards the village.