Three days later, before the Royal Palace's Administrative Hall, Velin stood with his arms folded, watching the fidgeting Trisa with amusement in his eyes.
Under her teacher's gaze, Trisa's eyes darted about, and she did not dare meet his gaze.
"I heard someone wanted to drink herself unconscious for three days and three nights."
Hearing this, Trisa hurriedly said, "Teacher, I only slept for two days, not the three days and three nights you mentioned."
"Oh, so the someone I heard about was you."
"Teacher, my father must already be getting impatient. How about we go see him first?" Trisa stepped forward, grabbed Velin's arm, and tried to drag him toward the small Floating Ship parked in the square.
Seeing this, Velin grabbed her by the collar and lifted her to his right side.
"Come on, show me how you got me drunk."
Trisa blinked, pretending not to understand despite clearly knowing what he meant. She put on a bewildered expression. "Teacher, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
"You don't understand, huh?"
Velin waved to Hilda beside him, signaling for her to come over.
"Master."
"Go find me a few teaching rods made from Black Ironwood. I want to see whether someone's backside is sturdy enough."
Before Hilda could leave, Trisa dropped to her knees beside Velin, wrapped both arms around his thigh, and looked up at him with a pitiful expression. "Teacher, I was wrong."
Velin looked at his student with a half-smile. "I recall you saying the same thing last time."
"As long as I don't remember, it's fine." Trisa answered instinctively, then hurriedly shook her head. "Teacher, that's not what I meant. I mean, I promise I won't do it again. Otherwise, you can go beat up Sister Kmelia."
Hearing that, Velin's expression turned somewhat