Chapter 10

"What? Why are you coming here?"

From where Belsach was lying, he jumped up and scream.

One voice is roaring.

It seems quite surprising, but I have no intention of answering.

"........Florentia?"

If the room wasn't quiet, I heard a voice so soft that I would not have heard it and missed it.

It was Larane, who was looking at me with only his head in the vicinity of Belsach.

"Ah ."

I was embarrassed and paused for a moment without knowing it.

It's been a long time since I've seen Larane.

Larane, a flower that was so fragile and delicate that it seemed to be from the same ship as Belsach.

As soon as she reached adulthood, she was married to a man with a large age difference through the arrangement of the empress.

People said it was a successful marriage business.

Although the nobleman was old, he was a hero who fought valiantly in the war, and he will soon inherit the title of his father.

No one knew.

How quickly a flower that fell alone in her husband's estate far away from Lombardy, which is right next to the Emperor's commandment, will wither.

It turned out that the husband was not a person who was attached to the family enough to take care of his young wife, and the servants of the house disregarded Larane as a pretext for this.

When Larane asked for help from her family, it was after Viese has already had a business with her son-in-law.

The answer that came back from her trusted parents was just saying, 'Do better!.'

So Larane dried up and soon returned to the dirt.

Too young, at a young age.

Larane, who cried after the wedding, saying that he did not want to leave Lombardy, was the last image I had ever seen.

"Are you taking classes now?"

Although she is five years older than me, the image of holding a large doll tightly was the image of a young lady of a noble family who grew up looking only at beautiful things.

"Yes, I came to take the class from today."

I nodded and answered Larane's question.

Belsach groaned as if he was upset at my answering Larane's questions, and ignoring his question.

"Lie!"

He stepped up and acted as if he was going to do anything right now, but all he did was walk away and bark like the king.

"Liars! Something like you is taking classes?"

This made it clear.

Belsach was still less beaten.

Will I have to wait for the mouth that only learns bad things from adults, to say a few more words?

"What's like me?"

I asked as if provocatively.

"Something like you! Low..."

"Shall I reach grandfather?"

When the word 'grandfather' came up, Belsach combined and shut up.

I heard it from my father.

Grandpa called Belsach separately and scolded him.

"Belsach,"

With a smiling face, I deliberately approached Belsach.

"There are so many books here, right?"

"Uh...."

Belsach seemed to be frightened by the books scattered here and there.1

Yes, it's a book that will become a weapon when it comes to my hand.

I struck a final blow on Belsach.

"Shall I go and talk to Grandpa now?"

"No...."

The guy who retreated and frowned behind the stumbling movement eventually turned around and stomped back to the place where he was lying down before.

Oh, of course, he couldn't beat me, so he didn't forget to kick the innocent doll nearby.

Yes, where are you going to go with that personality?

Still, I sighed, it saying that I was fortunate that I had defeated the puppy I was trying to tackle.

It was Gilliu and Mayron sitting side by side by the window.

The two were 11-years-old this year and were the sons of Aunt Shananet, the eldest of my father's sister.

"Yes?"

Why are you looking at me like that?1

It was embarrassing.

Actually, of my cousins, these two were the least informed.

Since they are identical twins, they always fall into their own world, so they have no interest in the world around them.

If my cousins other than Larane ignored me, these kids were completely indifferent.

It's a level of indifference to the extent of seeing me being bullied and crying and walking by the side without changing their expression.

Moreover, there has been no traffic at all since Shananet's divorce and the two left with their father for the Schults family.

No more using Lombardy's surname, and even becoming Gilliu Schults and Mayron Schults.

His handsome appearance and early knighthood seemed to make him quite famous in the social world, but it was a different world story for me, who was busy working.

"Florentia."

The two spoke at the same time, as if they had had their breaths in advance.

"You said you hit Belsach?"

"And you said you won?"

But something is a little weird.

The faces of Gilliu and Mayron, who always had fat faces, seemed to be alive.

Besides, the two were smiling, though faintly.

What are these guys, it's scary.

I sat on a large sofa near the window, across from Belsach, crying for a retreat.

Most of them are young people using this room, and I liked the fact that it was a low-rise chair that wouldn't have to climb.

At that time, Gilliu spoke to me, tapping the windowsill.

"Come here and sit down."

"What?"

"Let's sit down with us."

Mayron received the word.

The two men's golden hair shone brighter in the sunlight from outside.

I looked back at them for a moment and said.

"If you want to sit with me, you two come over here."

I could see the two people's golden eyes moving together at the same time.

"Don't tell me to come and go."

I said so and turned my head around again.

I don't remember them being mean to me, but it was because I was in a bad mood, I felt like I was trying to get someone out with a single word.

Lombardy's children are very proud.

So, Gilliu and Mayron will soon become angry like Belsach...

Dump.

The sofa where I was sitting shook a little.

"What, what is it?"

Suddenly, two people came to this side and sat down as I said.

It is also on both sides of me.

"If you want to sit down with Florentia, come here?"

"So you're here, Tia."

"Yes, yes, let's call it Tia."

"Yes, let's do it."1

They like it with a laugh after exchanging words like comic stories.

I don't know, their mental world.

I shrugged.

I want to sit together, but I can't ask to sit somewhere else.

It was when I gave up halfway.

The door opened and Clerivan entered.

"Everyone is here. Then I'll start class."

Huh? Just like this?

I looked around in embarrassment.

However, everyone except me has no signs of embarrassment.

But there are no books, no pen?

At that time, the paper and writing instruments placed on one side of the room caught my eye.

Does it mean to take it if necessary?

However, the other cousins were only looking at Clerivan empty-handed.

Let's notice it.

I hugged the cushion and looked at Clerivan standing in front of the board.

"From today, we will learn about commerce, one of the important businesses of the Lombardy family."

Oh, it's a commercial.

Interesting.

That's how the full-scale class began.

And I was embarrassed.1

"......Commerce means "

Behind Clerivan's quiet voice, there was a sound that lingered like background music.

"Kreungpuhe. Oh yeah.."

It was Belsach's snoring sound scattered across the sofa.

It's not that loud, but it couldn't have been heard by Clerivan.

I wanted to wake you up at a glance, but I continued the class as if I had never seen it again.

At that moment, I felt a little chicken meat growing.

A teacher who is scolded and forced to teach is rather affectionate.

Clerivan didn't intend to force a guy who didn't focus on class like that in the first place.

Leave it to sleep without waking it up.

But it will be on the report after class.

I felt Mayron, who was sitting next to me, lost interest in class and opened the book next to me.

At that time, I could see Clerivan giving a short glance towards him.

You are seeing it all.

I quickly fixed my posture.

And I started showing 'I'm listening hard!' with my whole body.

I open my eyes poop, and sometimes my head nods.1

At first, it was acting, but afterward, I took a class with great concentration without knowing it.

It may be a boring lecture for young children, but it was an interesting class to feel Clerivan's profound knowledge of commerce.

"Okay, then today's class is pretty good."

I forgot about the passage of time and concentrated on it, so it was over.

Feeling a bit of regret, Belsach, who had fallen asleep, woke up with his eyes open and brushing his saliva.

You hear the sound that class is over like a ghost.

"I have special homework today."

"Homework?"

Larane, who had just gotten up with a doll, asked back in surprise.

As if homework wasn't common, Belsach as well as the twins were surprised.

"The deadline is until the next class. Homework ...."

Clerivan, who was smiling strangely, comes out with something behind the board.

Thud.

When I put it down on the floor, a rather heavy sound rang out.

"Log?"

What Clerivan took out was a thick log with the top and bottom cut off.

Originally, it was a fairly large tree, but the circumference of it was just as tall as an adult, and it was a really literal log, reaching up to Clerivan's knees.

"This is a b-bo tree that grows quickly, is hard, and is lighter than others, so it is widely used on the continent for a variety of purposes."

"How do you do that?"

Belsach asked bluntly.

But Belsach wasn't the only one surprised by Clerivan's sudden behavior.

Both Larane and the twins were staring at the log in front of them.

Maybe my facial expressions aren't that different either.

Clerivan, who looked at us, smiled a strange smile and said in a very refreshing manner.

"You can sell this until the next class."