The next day.
Just after breakfast, Gawain brought Sylphiette along to knock on the Greyrat household’s door, and the two greeted everyone.
“How should we arrange today’s lesson time, big brother Gawain?”
Rudeus asked eagerly.
Recently, he had developed the habit of staying at the dining table after breakfast, waiting for Gawain to arrive.
At another corner, the blue-haired demon Roxy sipped her tea with her head lowered, but couldn’t help pricking up her ears to listen.
Gawain sat down with his sister in their usual spot and arranged:
“Let’s go straight to the usual place.”
Paul, standing to the side, widened his mouth and pointed at himself:
“Then what about swordsmanship lessons?”
Gawain declared mercilessly:
“Graduated.”
Paul’s mouth opened even wider.
He looked at Gawain, then at Rudeus, and finally at Roxy—who sat there like an outsider, somewhat reserved—and looked as if he had just been “NTR’d” by a blonde (blue):
“Wait, that’s not right!
I’m the teacher, aren’t I?!”
Gawain ignored the completely shattered Paul and continued speaking to Rudeus:
“Bring your notes and materials later.
We’ll probably be back in the late afternoon, close to evening.”
Rudeus nodded obediently.
Roxy looked left and right in secret, feeling that something was off.
Wasn’t she the teacher?
Zenith, having finished washing the dishes, walked over while wiping her hands with a cloth and asked Gawain:
“Little Gawain, what about lunch?
Should Lilia and I start preparing it now?
What would you like to eat?”
Sylphiette answered for her brother:
“Mom is already preparing it for everyone.
We’ll just pick it up on the way later!
Thank you for your concern, Aunt Zenith!”
Zenith smiled gently:
“Then Lilia and I will pack some snacks and fruit for you.
We just harvested some fresh produce from the yard this morning.”
The mothers of both families were always reliable.
As for the fathers… Gawain only felt that Laws should be grateful for Paul’s outstanding “contribution.” People really do need comparison—compared to Paul, Laws seemed much more reliable.
Finally.
The little teacher Roxy couldn’t hold it in anymore.
She instinctively pointed at herself and asked:
“Then what about me?”
Gawain tilted his head slightly, looking at her with a hint of new understanding, as if realizing that breadth and depth of knowledge were indeed unrelated to other aspects of intelligence.
He simply replied:
“Aren’t you the teacher?”
Roxy shut down.
After Rudeus and Roxy each finished preparing their teaching materials, Gawain took the basket handed over by Zenith, and the four of them said their goodbyes and left.
They followed the downhill road in front of the Greyrat house, walked into the village, and then reached the Laws household near the end of the road.
“Little Gawain, this is today’s lunch.
Remember to collect everyone’s feedback—if it’s not to your taste, Mom will improve it next time.
I also put four cups inside, each with different markings, so don’t mix them up.
Oh, and those gauze bags in the corner are the tea bags Rudeus mentioned before.
I tried making them—you can brew some for everyone to try.”
After Gawain obediently took the basket, Debbie gently bent down to pat his head and finally reminded him:
“Be careful during practice, and don’t be too harsh on the teacher.”
Gawain nodded and promised:
“I’ll listen to you.”
Debbie then looked at Roxy, who seemed shaken, and smiled apologetically:
“My child has a rather strong personality.
Please bear with him.”
Roxy felt like she was about to cry.
She nodded obediently as well—even though the woman before her was much younger, she felt completely overwhelmed by her.
“Don’t worry.
I am, after all, the teacher.”
Yes, I am the teacher—but why does everyone look more worried about me?
Is this really reasonable?
In terms of age and experience, I should even be considered the elder of these two couples, shouldn’t I?!
After saying goodbye to Mother Debbie.
Probably to make Sylphiette happy, Gawain chose a narrow path behind the house, and along the way greeted Laws, who was working in the fields.
What Laws was tending was one of the two most common crops in the village—a Batirce flower used to make spices.
Compared to wheat, it was a purely commercial crop.
All mature Batirce flowers had to be purchased and transported to the royal capital by designated buyers, and the seeds were not allowed to be kept privately.
Each year, seedlings were also sold to the village by designated sellers.
According to the village’s unspoken rules, as outsiders who had only settled there for a few years, Laws’ family actually had no right to grow such a high-profit crop.
If not for Paul’s mediation, and the fact that Laws had indeed helped the village a lot over the years at the outpost, the villagers might have even protested against selling land to his family.
In fact, this was also one of the reasons why Laws’ family had been so impoverished before.
In a place like the Asura Kingdom, a hunter without sufficient strength was clearly far inferior to a farmer with stable income.
Laws didn’t offer any fatherly advice like Paul did.
Rudeus suspected that perhaps Mr.
Laws felt he wasn’t qualified to teach Gawain.
Sometimes, he himself felt the same way.
“Bye, Dad!”
After chatting with Laws for a bit, everyone left along the small path.
At the back of the group, Roxy silently marveled at how one thing could restrain another.
A brat as arrogant as Gawain could actually be easily restrained by his family—she had thought he would act like a tyrant even at home.
Subconsciously, she began considering the feasibility of using Mrs.
Debbie or Sylphiette to deal with him.
But Gawain didn’t seem to be Mr.
Laws and Mrs.
Debbie’s biological son, right?
Or had his long-eared bloodline become so diluted that he no longer had long ears?
But his sister clearly did.
Hmm, could it be that Mrs.
Debbie had him with a previous husband?
All sorts of messy little scenarios began playing out in Roxy’s mind.
She even felt that this made a lot of sense.
After all, the Laws family didn’t look like they could afford to pay several silver coins a month for a tutor.
It couldn’t be that the Greyrat family was fully funding it while Gawain took charge, right?
The interpersonal relationships in the Asura Kingdom are truly complicated!
Roxy couldn’t help but sigh more than once.
The four of them quickly left the village along the field path, and the ground beneath their feet turned into uncultivated wilderness.
However, to Roxy, even this unwanted land was of higher quality than most countries’ farmland—truly a nation soaked in honey.
The reason the village hadn’t expanded into this area was simply due to a lack of population—the best land couldn’t even all be cultivated yet.
After advancing for more than half an hour.
They crossed a small hill.
A vast grassy plain suddenly came into Roxy’s view.
No, to be precise, it wasn’t a plain, but an extremely wide sunken basin.
Within the basin were scattered rock pillars and stone mounds.
Even though everything was covered in green vegetation, it was easy to tell that this area was an artificially created, non-natural environment.
Rudeus ran forward a few steps, turned around, and spread his arms proudly:
“Welcome to our training ground, Roxy.”
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