Chapter 56 (1/2)
“Teach me how to fight,” Tafel said.
Chad blinked at the kneeling demon girl at his feet. “No,” he said and began to walk around her. The two were in a hallway of the royal castle near the room holding Lindyss.
Tafel grabbed his leg. “Please, please, please, please, please, pleaseeeeee.”
“You’re annoying. Let go,” Chad said as he stopped and pried her fingers off. “Go ask your mother; I’m not a mage.”
“I don’t want to use magic,” Tafel said as she scrambled to her feet. “I want to learn how to fight. With a weapon.”
“Are you stupid?” Chad asked as he narrowed his eyes. “You already have six horns and you’re not even ten. Your potential for magic is huge.”
Tafel bit her lip. “I’m not giving up on magic. I just want to learn how to fight too.”
“Go ask Doofus then,” Chad said as he walked towards a door. “He’s teaching at the academy.”
“But you’re the strongest warrior,” Tafel said. “No one’s as good as you.”
“That’s right. I’m the strongest,” Chad said as he nodded and opened the door.
“The way you use the spear is amazing,” Tafel said as she chased after him. “It’s hard for me to see it move. And you beat eight members of the royal family by yourself.”
“Of course,” Chad said as he smiled. “I’ve been doing it for years.” Lindyss and Tina were sitting in the room, talking to each other when Chad and Tafel walked inside. Vur was still unconscious in the bed adjacent to them.
“You’re also the most handsome person I’ve seen,” Tafel said as her eyes sparkled. “You look so cool in your armor.”
Chad chuckled. “Don’t I?” he asked as he stuck his chest out and strutted to a chair.
“Creep,” Tina said as she rolled her eyes at him. Chad snorted.
“You’re just jealous,” he said as he sat down. “You know children always tell the truth.”
“Especially when they want something from you, right?” Tina asked and winked at Tafel.
Tafel’s face turned red and she looked away. “He would have agreed after one or two more lines of praise,” Tafel mumbled.
“What?” Chad asked as his face snapped towards Tafel. “You were trying to flatter me into teaching you.”
“No! Of course not,” Tafel said as she shook her head. “I meant everything I said, teacher.”
“Who’s your teacher?!” Chad asked as he crossed his arms and looked the other way. He sighed. “Kids these days.”