Chapter 21 (1/2)

Translator: Jawbrie

There was something relentless about Mariwa’s lessons after they re-commenced.

I had already read every single book in my father’s library. This was due to the ample curiosity that I had until I was five, and all of that information had been properly stored within my head. Without a doubt, there were much of the liberal arts subjects in there as well.

There was a delay for what could be called preparations, that took an entire day’s worth of lessons to get through.

It was a progression speed that suggested she might be wrong in the head. As a genius, I was somehow able to keep up with this, but the average person was guaranteed to overheat as their heads was filled with too much information. The lessons themselves were densely packed with content, and all of this was starting to feel like a form of chastisement.

The day after I had survived this torture, I decided to go and make a report of this to my best friend.

“…So as I was saying, Mariwa must be a demon after all!”

Twenty minutes since I left in the carriage. That was all the time I needed to arrive at the abode of my best friend, who also lived in the royal capital.

It was a sudden visit without appointment, but the family gladly invited me inside. Within the last two years, the servants have all come to recognize my face, allowing me to pass through the gates as soon as they could see me. Of course, I would tell Mishuli in advance, so as not to worry her whenever I left. Having been told in advance, Mishuli had gladly waved as I went off. Her face was a bright smile without a single cloud shadowing it.

After I was led through the mansion and we were alone together in the room, I began to start the rather one-sided conversation.

“That one is surely an unidentified lifeform who has sprung out of purgatory. That is the only explanation for that complete lack of common decency. She said something about increasing the speed as we did not have enough time, but is there not five years left until I enter the Royal Academy? It is not five weeks or five months. Five years, five!”

“…”

The subject of my complaints, which I unleashed like a raging billow, was none other than Mariwa.

Through the endless lessons that I had suffered under her, my pent-up resentment for her had grown. After all, Mariwa was harsh. They say that an excellent teacher knows how to use the carrot and the stick, but Mariwa would never praise me, not even a little. No matter how much I had tried, the only time that she had deigned to praise me in the past two years was to say, ‘you’ve become more skilled at feigning innocence.’