Allen Boreas Greyrat.
Male, 11 years old.
Unmarried.
Currently has two girls he likes.
XP: Beastgirls (fake), Lolis (real).
Currently serving as the private tutor for his own younger sister in the Fittoa region of the Asura Kingdom.
As a teacher, his teaching style is strict and serious—he never gives naughty students the chance to skip class.
As a student himself, he never skips class, and even when taking leave, it's kept to a minimum.
His daily life is highly disciplined.
In the morning, he practices shadow swings atop the rooftop.
At noon, he eats in the dining hall.
In the afternoon and evening, he attends classes with the others. He occasionally excuses himself during magic practice to conserve mana.
Before going to bed each night, he always tells his companions, "See you tomorrow."
Followed by, "Oh, right—Rudy, Sylphy, I'll need to take a morning off tomorrow."
He sleeps at 11 PM every night, except once a week when he stays up until midnight—believing that watching a certain blue-haired beauty before bed improves sleep quality. He has never let the cooldown timer for his locator go more than three minutes overdue.
Sleep time: 8 hours. Before bed, he always touches the Roxy figure.
Once in bed, he falls asleep instantly and wakes up refreshed, never letting fatigue or stress carry over to the next day.
Because—
He still has to skip class with a certain naughty student in the morning to go train on the rooftop with the Silent Sword technique.
Sylphy says he's very normal.
But right now, this very "normal" Allen was facing a problem.
"Allen, take me to the servant's dining room today! Grandpa and Father aren't home!"
In the corridor under the skylight stairs, stood Eris—hair damp and tangled from the morning mist, sticking out in messy tufts like a little lion cub bristling with excitement.
Crimson eyes stared at Allen, shining.
Her voice rang out clear and loud.
Allen could only cover his face in exasperation.
This habit of the young lady eating in the servant's dining room started when Hilda invited them to eat there once when Sauros and Philip were away. Eris had brought it up herself.
Back then, Hilda had been stirring her bowl of wild vegetable soup with her usual grace. Hearing the unexpected request, her hand froze mid-motion and her expression blanked.
She looked at Allen—expressionless.
Then she looked at Eris.
Her face hesitated.
Sylphy, who had been watching Hilda's reaction closely, was about to speak up.
But Hilda agreed to the request.
"Of course, Eris. In this dining room, everyone always seems so tense. Maybe it'll be more fun to eat together more casually?"
"Thank you, Mother!"
Hilda patted Eris on the head with a resigned smile.
And so, every time Sauros and Philip were away, Eris would frolic around the servant's dining hall like a carefree puppy.
So then—why was Allen so conflicted?
Because—
The autumn morning rain had just stopped.
And the young lady—
Was still soaking wet.
Earlier on the rooftop, Allen had been too focused on cats and sword techniques to think about anything else.
But after the rain stopped—
Sunlight broke through the clouds, shining directly onto Eris through the hallway windows.
Only then did Allen realize something was very wrong.
It wasn't that her clothes were see-through.
Eris's outfit was thick enough to prevent that.
But both of them were soaked from head to toe—it looked suspicious. As if he had taken her along to skip class.
And just yesterday—
During sword practice with Ghislaine and Eris, Sylphy had quietly pulled him aside and said:
"Allen, don't spoil Eris too much, okay? You know reading and math are really important."
Her gaze had been firm, unblinking. Allen had quickly looked away, clearly guilty.
And he had solemnly sworn to the disciplinary committee that next time Eris showed up to skip class, he would definitely "persuade" her to go back.
And now…
Another failure.
If he took her in like this, he'd be arrested on the spot.
"Go change your clothes. You can't eat in the servant's dining room today."
"Huh!? But it was fine before!"
"Go change. That was then—this is now. Don't forget, I told you just yesterday not to come up to the rooftop again. But here you are. If Rudy and Sylphy find out you skipped class again to come find me, they'll definitely scold you. Right?"
Eris snorted from her nose and narrowed her eyes at Allen, leaning forward like a predator cub eyeing its prey.
Allen stared back, deadpan.
Immovable as iron.
"Please take Eris to eat too, nyaa! ☆"
"No!"
——
Allen arrived at the servant's dining hall fifteen minutes later.
He hadn't changed his clothes—he simply circulated his fighting spirit internally a few times, and the rise in body temperature naturally dried them off.
Still, the clothes looked crumpled and messy.
Behind him—
Was Eris, now perfectly groomed in clean clothes and neatly combed hair.
She wore a satisfied smile, lips curved high.
She was clearly in a great mood.
Allen glanced at the freshly dressed Eris, cleared his throat lightly, and turned toward the dining room.
Sylphy and Rudy were sitting in their usual window-side seats, whispering about something.
Perhaps they'd been waiting, as their eyes flicked toward the doorway now and then.
Then they saw Allen and Eris.
Four eyes met.
And in the next second—
"Good morning, Sylphy!"
Eris's booming greeting rang out, piercing through the entire dining room!
Every maid paused mid-bite or mid-pour and turned toward the extremely conspicuous young lady who had, with one sentence, loudly announced that she had indeed skipped class that morning.
Who says "good morning" at noon?
The maids chuckled good-naturedly, and Allen, his mouth twitching, received their greetings in return.
"Milady~ it's already noon~"
"Still as energetic as ever, milady~"
With rapid footsteps, Eris ran across the dining room and plopped herself down next to Sylphy.
Allen followed stiffly behind.
His steps were slightly awkward, but his bodily control was so flawless, it looked perfectly natural.
He greeted Rudy with a nod, then turned to Sylphy, who was smiling at him.
She nodded too.
Then, with an almost imperceptible speed, Allen averted his gaze.
"Sorry for the wait. Got a little caught up training."
As he spoke, he moved to take the seat across from Eris.
But just then, Rudy suddenly stood up—and with a swift motion, claimed that very spot before Allen could.
Allen blinked.
Rudy offered a graceful gesture, his etiquette refined over half a year.
His brown eyes seemed to speak.
Please sit here, Allen-san.
No need to thank me.
Allen froze slightly, holding back a strong urge to kick Rudy.
Then he looked up.
And there was Sylphy, right across from him.
Resting her chin on her hand.
Her eyes curved into a perfect arc—
Even more graceful than the blade of Ghislaine's longsword.
Allen couldn't help but feel:
Today, everyone's eyes—
Were speaking.
(End of Chapter)
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