Academy Slave Instructor

158 – Dad is my favorite

Dad is my favorite

Andres Shane Brickville.

Arya’s father, Andres, sits in his office and looks at two documents with a serious expression.

He doesn’t hold a high official position in the center, but his dukedom is vast enough to compare to a small country, and a lot depends on his choices.

Today too, Andres was contemplating a crucial decision.

“What are you doing?”

After opening the door, Illyana sees Andreth’s serious expression and approaches.

Andrés held up her two documents on the table, one hand at a time, and showed her as if it was all right.

“Honey, what would you like?”

“… Are they… Assassins?”

Illyana hardened her complexion as she studied the document in her husband’s hand.

It’s hard to accept things like this easily, no matter how open we are.

“If you want to show the taste properly, you’d better go with an expensive one, right?”

“Who are you trying to taste?”

As Illyana spoke calmly, Andres confidently mentioned the name of the target.

“Of course he’s Zeroa. How dare you look after my daughter? I’ll show you the bitterness of an adult.”

“……”

Illyana, worried because her guests did not come out of her office for a long time, looked at Andres with pitiful eyes.

“Ah- don’t worry. I’ll just take care of you a little bit. We have to get over this tidying up to take care of our pudding.”

“Haa-“

He is a husband who is usually competent, but becomes rude when it comes to his daughter.

Even though she is now an adult, you can tell just by looking at her childish nickname, Pudding.

Illyana lets out a sigh and reaches for a piece of paper that lists expensive assassins.

“As expected, the expensive one is the best? I’ll be sure to take care of it… Uh uh huh? Honey?”

– Jjiik

Illyana coolly tore the paper from her and took the paper from her other hand and tore it up.

“Aria will hate her daddy if you do stupid things.”

“No… I… Thought of Pudding…”

“Don’t even mention pudding. They hate it.”

When Illyana lashes out, Andreth shuts her mouth.

Feeling like raising two children, one for her shy and timid child and the other for her nerdy kid, Illyana slaps her husband on the back and tells him to go and greet her guests.

“Your nephew has been waiting for a long time. You must greet guests like a duke.”

“Ah-Is that him again? She made her position clear, but she must have come to talk nonsense again.”

“To my nephew, what’s that guy? He’s on his way.”

Pushed by Illyana’s annoyance, Andreth leaves her office.

Andres, who had only shown a foolish appearance, changed little by little as he headed toward the drawing room, and when he opened the door, he was transformed into a dignified and cool-headed duke.

“Uncle, long time no see.”

As soon as Andres enters, the black-haired man greets him by bowing his head.

A courteous greeting with good etiquette and an overflowing grace even if you don’t do anything make a man noble.

“It’s been a while, Edwin. Have a seat.”

Andress answered in a serious voice and sat down on the sofa across from Edwin.

Edwin Shane Bernies.

He is the 3rd prince who is competing with Endo and Cimelia for the right of succession.

It was obvious why he came to Andreth because he was a relative who had been fighting for power in the center for a while.

It is to attract the neutral dukes to their side.

This is Andres, who kicked out Endo and rejected Cimelia.

It was unfortunate, but everyone agreed and left, but even though Edwin, the 3rd prince, refused, they continued to visit, and Andres became annoyed inside.

More than anything, I felt bad for the way he coveted power.

“Uncle, will you accept Arya and her marriage proposal?”

This guy was aiming for his daughter without fear.

I understand. A woman as beautiful and attractive as Pudding cannot be found anywhere in the world.

Even Endo, a narcissist, couldn’t take his eyes off Aria.

But crushing is crushing, and dislike is not okay.

Even if it means handing over the dukedom, I will never allow my daughter to marry a stupid boy.

The butler, who has been sticking to the wall and obliterating his presence, is nervous as he examines Andreth’s expression.

“I would have turned down that story the other day.”

As soon as Arya’s name was mentioned, Andres felt a fire rise inside him, but he calmly refused.

No matter how much he wants to defeat his opponent, he is the son of the emperor.

But Edwin’s next words ran out of patience.

“I can make her happy.”

Andres smiles brightly.

“Is my power what her niece wants? Or is she Arya?”

“……Is both…”

Edwin speaks frankly because lying is useless in front of Andres, who is good at politics.

“Oh, but if I had to choose between the two, it would be Arya.”

I think I answered well, but it was a wrong answer.

“No. Nephew, I think you’re mistaken. Our Pudding is not a player who chooses between the two, and it’s not enough to risk everything he has. Do you know what our Pudding is called at the academy? It’s a goddess, Goddess.” . How charming our pudding is…”

As he brags about his daughter, the butler lowers his head in embarrassment.

Edwin smiled brightly and nodded his head despite Andreth’s splendid and long boast.

“That’s a nice nickname. If it’s Aria, she’s a goddess.”

“Ahh? Nickname? Goddess is a joke? Didn’t you hear what I said? There are a lot of church members. It’s not a nickname, it means existence.”

“Ahahahaha… That’s right.”

The butler wants to shut the master’s mouth right now, but holds back.

Andres, who has finished boasting his aria, returns to a calm atmosphere and drinks tea.

“In other words. If you want to propose to Pudding, hand over all her nephew’s power.”

“……”

“I’m not talking about handing it over to me. Stop a power struggle and turn it over to either Endor or Cimmeria, whoever you prefer. I don’t want my daughter caught in a dirty power game.”

The last was the heart of a father who was worried about his daughter.

Understanding what he meant, Edwin put his fist to his chest and spoke in a firm voice.

“Don’t worry. I will protect Arya. No threat will come to her, no sorrow will invade her.”

Edwin had beautiful golden eyes and was as confident as a knight’s oath.

But despite that answer, Andres looked at him quietly and gave him a fishy smile.

“You don’t talk about giving up power until the end.”

“But Uncle, I want to make Arya the Empress.”

“hahahahaha!!”

Andres laughed out loud at the word empress.

His mocking laugh faded away, and then he glared at Edwin with sharp eyes.

“My pudding is the empress… That’s good. Just imagining it would suit me.”

“Yes, Arya’s grace will warmly care for all her people. Her name will spread throughout her continent beyond her empire, and everyone will envy her. Imagine, Arya is everyone’s love. Second …”

“You don’t know anything.”

Andres interrupts Edwin.

“If you want to propose to someone, find out at least a little about her partner. It’s this guy and that guy, he only reveals her face and doesn’t care about my daughter.”

As the words continue, Andreth’s murderous spirit rises.

As Edwin’s escort knight noticed and was alert, the escort knights behind Andres raised their hands on their swords and glared at them.

“Doesn’t my daughter like it? What she doesn’t like? What she wants? What she wants to do in the future? What types do she like or dislike? Can you answer any of these?”

“……”

Edwin can’t answer.

Arya doesn’t talk to people so much that she knows her taste only through rumors.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t talked to her, but Aria always listened to her opponent, facing her endlessly unknown eyes.

Even when she talked about her own dreams and aspirations, she quietly nodded her head, and when she talked about her achievements and achievements, she did well with enchanting eye contact. She gave only a short answer.

“By the way, my favorite type is a cool man like my dad.”

‘That’s definitely not it.’

The butler on the wall and the escort knight in the back all communicated in unison.

Andreth said confidently while pointing his thumb at himself.

“A timid, plain, stupid, idiotic, hardheaded, damned kid knows that, and you don’t know.”

“……But…”

“Since my nieces and nephews seem to be curious about my whereabouts, I’ll make a confession here.”

Andress, who stopped Edwin again, looked at him with goosebumps and said clearly.

“I, Andres Shane Brickville, will never join the 3rd Prince Edwin faction when the day comes when I cannot maintain my neutrality.”

“……”

“This is an oath by my family Brickville.”

Andres’ horses of high rank differed in weight.

He said it was a public statement, so he will keep his word unconditionally for the sake of honor.

Although it’s neutral, it’s been firmly nailed that Edwin’s side is not on the side, so it will affect many forces that are still neutral.

The influence of Andres, who had the status of a duke, was just as strong.

“No, Sue, Uncle…”

Embarrassed, Edwin brings out his words, but Andres doesn’t listen and gets up from his seat.

“Go back. Be glad you are my nephew.”

Andres, who issued a congratulatory order, leaves Edwin behind.

* * *

“Then let’s go first.”

Filia, who had to learn swordsmanship from Selma after training, stood up and said.

It’s a routine that has been going on for over a year now, but these days, Philia doesn’t want to leave the garden.

The reason was simple.

She leaves first to learn her swordsmanship from Selma, but Philia still stays and watches the children training her.

Especially, it is directed towards Diana, who is chattering next to Rai.

The quick-witted Diana notices her gaze and crosses her arms over Rai with her sly smile.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s cold, hug me~”

“If it’s cold, can you make it hot?”

“Oh, I can’t resist if you approach me aggressively. Will you warm me up?”

“Okay, you win in Dalian.”

“Ahh! Not that! There’s another one! Another one!”

It’s nice to see Diana flustered, but even that seems to show off her friendship with Rai, so Philia’s forehead bulges with tendons.

While chatting with Rai, Diana’s eyes are on Philia and she smiles brightly.

Philia also smiles, but her firm smile is somewhat scary.

Zeroa silently smiles bitterly at the subtle emotional battle between the two.

The training continues even if one person is absent.

She first focuses on sparring and magic, and after Philia leaves, she trains mainly on skills.

To stabilize her sword path, Diana trains with Rai’s advice, while Asran and Mia focus on how to move delicately.

However, Zeroa only trains combat methods using crude swordsmanship and shields that are close to the basics.

Seeing that Sojeta is so strong even with close to basic swordsmanship, Zeroa puts effort into basic skills without any doubt.

As Lai said that she doesn’t have talent, but she has a weapon called experience, Zero Ah, who realized her role once more, is sweating hard to stand by Aria’s side today.

“Senior, do you have an appointment today?”

“Sorry, I have a prior appointment today.”

After training, Mia shyly asks, but Zeroa replies with an apologetic expression.

I can’t make any appointments today.

It’s the day to eat snacks with Arya on her bench.

This meeting, which lasted for nearly two years, made no progress to the point of frustration for those watching from the side, but it was a happy time for the two people involved.

In the meantime, Arya brought her mother’s stew for Arya, who had eaten all the food on her street.

The weather is getting colder, so it would be nice to eat on a bench.

As expected, Arya liked it.

Of course, it was a slightly salty stew with a faint flavor to Aria’s taste, who has only eaten her high-quality food, but she feels strange when she hears that the food was made by Zeroa’s mother.

Having experienced her mother’s food, Aria plans to ask her mother, Illyana, for her food when she returns to her hometown.

She was curious about her mother’s skill since she always ate only the food of the exclusive chef who had good hands.

Her taste was better with her chef’s food, but after finishing her strangely appealing stew, Arya quietly puts her empty bowl on her lap and looks at Zero Ah.

“I’m curious about Zeroa-kun’s house.”

“Yeah? It’s not much of a place. It’s small, the ceiling is low, and it’s embarrassing to show off.”

Zeroa laughs awkwardly when he thinks of Arya, the daughter of her duke, and thinks that her house will be smaller than her room.

“I see…”

Arya, who longed for the story of Zero Ah, such as the table stained with her hands and the smell of her family, lowered her gaze as if regretting his refusal.

Because she doesn’t have her usual expression, Zeroa, who approaches her greatly even with small changes, unwittingly opens her mouth to Aria’s sad eyes.

“Uh…Then would you like to come tomorrow?”

Goose bumps ran down her back as she spat out her words.

Inviting her aria to her house. She was about to get on her knees and apologize for even stepping into her filthy house.

It can’t be, but she might see a shabby house and if Arya even frowns at her, she might get frustrated.

“Ah, that, that’s not it, I, I, I want to say…”

“Okay, I’ll go.”

Zeroa, who was stuttering at her in embarrassment, freezes when she sees Aria, who answers with her eyes shining.

“I… Really… Yo?”

“Yes, I have to go back to my parents’ house soon, so I want to see you before then.”

Zeroa couldn’t resist Aria’s words that gave her a small smile.