Daily Life of the Crown Guard Family

Karya has a new student.

While it takes the same effort to herd one sheep as it does to herd two, Lux and Sona actually needed to learn completely different things.

Lux had naturally awakened her talent for Light Magic, a special kind of Elemental Magic. Everything had to follow the cultivation path of Elemental Magic—Light Magic was characterized by its vastness and heavenly might, akin to an oppressive prison, belonging to the doctrine of firepower superiority.

Sona, on the other hand, was from Ionia and naturally closer to the Spirit Realm. Considering her natural blue hair, Karya had reason to suspect she might have a small amount of Vastaya blood. Therefore, what Sona needed to learn was music theory, performance, enchantment, and control over psychic energy.

In the Summoner's Rift, AP mages' output equipment was often highly similar, but in Runeterra, even among spellcasters, the paths each chose and the knowledge they acquired were vastly dissimilar.

Therefore, besides being able to teach them together, Karya needed to prepare two complete lesson plans and teach them individually according to their aptitudes.

Of course, this was no challenge for Karya. With his knowledge reserves as a "King of Trash Talk," teaching two students was nothing, let alone twenty or two hundred!

Moreover, students were like batteries to Karya. He exchanged knowledge for Magic Power. The stronger Lux and Sona became, the more prosperous he would be. It was a win-win for everyone!

Karya wasn't the only one happy.

Ogesha was also very pleased after hearing about Lux's gains.

At the dinner table that evening, she, in a rare display, praised her daughter in direct terms.

"That's the Buweier family!" Even though she had already heard the detailed account from others, Ogesha's tone was still filled with disbelief. "And my darling became friends with her the first time they met... Lux, your performance made me so happy."

"Sona is a very gentle person." Lux felt delighted by her mother's praise and affirmation, but maintained a calm demeanor. "I am also very happy to have gained such a friendship."

"Lux, Lux, I heard from Uncle Xin Zhao," Garen, who had been wolfing down his food, couldn't help but share some of his experiences at the Dawn Citadel as the focus of the dinner shifted to his sister. "Sona is from Ionia. What do Ionian people look like?"

"Ionian people look normal." Lux couldn't help but want to roll her eyes at her brother's lack of thought. "Uncle Xin Zhao is also from Ionia. Does he look any different from us?"

"He's incredibly strong!" Garen said matter-of-factly. "You can't imagine how exaggerated the training equipment he uses is—Jarvan and I couldn't even lift it together!"

"Then you might be disappointed." Lux shook her head. "Sona doesn't have that much strength. If anything, she's better at music."

"But you're not good at it either!" Garen remained intrigued. "How did you find common ground with her? Or did you learn to play the piano sometime?"

"I only know one song, the simplest one, the Grand Heroic Hymn in G Major." Lux replied with a smile in a calm tone. "It was... when I accidentally learned it while trying to fix that broken music box before."

Garen instantly realized what music box Lux was referring to and froze on the spot, completely silenced.

For some reason, Garen felt that ever since he started training under Xin Zhao, his sister had become increasingly incomprehensible.

She used to be so easy to fool?

Ogesha's gaze then turned to her wayward son. Clearly, Lux's words reminded them of Garen's "destructive power."

Garen, who was twelve this year, was at the peak of his energy and destructive capabilities. Such a brat in his adolescent phase could stir up any kind of trouble!

Lux's words served as a reminder to Ogesha that she had to keep Garen in line. Judging by the current results, even training under Xin Zhao couldn't fully consume his excessive energy.

"Miss Sona will be visiting our estate tomorrow." Thinking of this, Ogesha shifted her gaze and casually said, "Garen, mind your manners. I don't expect you to be as well-behaved as your sister, praised by everyone, but I at least hope you won't be rash and cause unnecessary misunderstandings or trouble—understand?"

Although her mother was calmly eating her salad as she said this, Garen felt a chill crawl up his spine and shoot straight to the top of his head.

At that moment, even Garen, who didn't like to think much, realized the importance of this visit.

"No problem!" Garen gave a thumbs-up with both hands. "I will definitely show the responsibility and commitment of a brother!"

"Are you referring to the responsibility of blaming your sister for wetting the bed?" Lux added lightly. "Or the responsibility of breaking your sister's toys and not being able to fix them, flipping the table during a chess game with your sister, or hiding cards during a card game with your sister?"

Lux calmly listed Garen's "glorious deeds," causing Garen to almost slide under the table—yet these were all true events, undeniable dark history. Even Garen, in his adolescent phase, couldn't face such shame.

Seeing Garen's face turn completely red, Peter, the nominal head of the household, finally cleared his throat.

"Ahem, that's enough. Garen is a boy, after all. It's fine for him to be a bit lively at this age..."

"What do you mean, 'that's enough'?" Peter's words did not stop Ogesha's lecture to her son; instead, they fanned the flames, causing Ogesha to raise her voice. "Are we just going to let Garen become someone like you, unpopular among the nobility?"

"I—" Peter never expected that his casual remark would draw all the fire. "How am I unpopular... His Majesty trusts me, so I naturally respond to that trust with loyalty!"

"The result is that everything you propose in the Noble Council is rejected!" Ogesha seemed prepared. "Silvermine City suffered frost this winter, and what happened? In the Noble Council, Irondale and Freljord, whose frost was not as severe as Silvermine City's, both received tax reductions, while our fiefdom still had to pay the full tax as usual!"

"Paying taxes is the duty of a noble..."

"But so is tax relief during a natural disaster!" Ogesha said helplessly. "Darling, politics isn't about fighting; it's about social connections. Everyone knows our Crown Guard family is good at fighting, but besides fighting, who remembers us?"

"It's different." Peter stubbornly shook his head and took his wife's hand. "Darling, I know it's hard to maintain and manage the entire family, but we are the Crown Guard, the Crown Guard that protects the kingdom. The core of nobility isn't about accumulating personal gain, but about bearing responsibility collectively, because—"

"Because it is the duty of a noble!" Ogesha looked at her husband, who, though nearing forty, still possessed a sharp edge like a treasured sword. She couldn't help but sigh and finish the oft-repeated motto. "It's my fault. I was truly blinded back then. How could I have chosen such a stubborn and inflexible man like you!"

"Hehehe." Peter rubbed his wife's hand, remaining silent, just chuckling. After a long moment, he looked at his son. "However, Garen, your mother is very right. You are too rash—you need to be more careful in the future!"

Garen, who had just managed to crawl out from under the table, was suddenly called out again. The confused adolescent clearly couldn't understand the love between his parents, only instinctively feeling a sense of being stuffed and sickened, along with a bit of grievance.

Helplessly, he could only nod and stand up. "I'm going to get some exercise and digest!"

As for Lux—she had quietly left when Ogesha started talking about politics.

Seeing that neither of her children was eating anymore, Peter cleared his throat. "I'll go check on Garen. He seems to be training too much lately; it wouldn't be good if he injured himself..."

"Too much of what? He's full of energy right now; you don't need to worry about him!" Ogesha snorted, emphasizing "full of energy." "Now, go take a bath!"

"I had a whole day of meetings at the Dawn Citadel today; I'm a bit tired..." Peter sensed the problem and quickly let go of his wife. "Today, then... maybe not shower... yet?"

"You need to shower even more when you're tired." Ogesha took the lead, grabbing her husband. "Come on, let's go inside!"

Back in her room, Lux was clearly unaware of the little game her parents were playing. She changed into her pajamas and lay on the soft bed, looking a bit melancholic and troubled.

"Karya." Lux's small hand unconsciously rubbed the hilt of her sword. Her azure eyes gazed out the window at the brilliant starry sky. "What exactly is politics?"

"Politics? Why are you bringing that up?"

"I'm just a little confused," Lux sighed. "Sona and I are truly friends; we can hear each other's thoughts. But even my mother thinks this is a political maneuver. Many people praise our soulmate-like friendship, but according to Sona, their emotions aren't praise and envy, but mostly jealousy..."

"That's politics!" Karya organized his thoughts. "Politics is the sum total of social activities and relationships. It's a game people have to play from birth and continue playing their entire lives."

"...It sounds so complicated," Lux seemed a bit disappointed. "I used to think I could understand it just by knowing etiquette."

"Etiquette is just the rules, like the basic rules of this game," Karya continued to explain. "But this game has never defined victory, nor is there an eternal winner. Many people don't understand this thing their entire lives, across several lifetimes."

"Do you understand it?"

"No."

"That's terrible," Lux shook her head. "It seems I won't understand it either."

"It's best if you don't," Karya suddenly chuckled. Then, in a tone like a Chant, he spoke with mock seriousness, "The thing Lux hates most in life is the infighting among the Demacian Nobles, especially among the vibrant youths. They could be enjoying everything with open hearts, but they always put on stern faces and ruin all their good times."

"...You're saying strange things again," Lux huffed. "So boring."

"Alright, then I won't talk about that. Let's talk about your brother. Don't you always defend him?" Karya's tone turned playful again. "Why are you digging into him today with no mercy?"

"...Because my foolish brother really doesn't use his brain."

"I said the same thing about him last time, and you told me I was talking nonsense, that it was courage."

"..."

"However, the way you're mocking him feels familiar. It's very much like how I criticize you."

"..."

"I'm truly touched, Lux—you've been diligently learning from your respected teacher and can even apply it flexibly to your own brother, lest he fall behind you due to his laziness."

"..."

"Moreover, you understand your brother's characteristics perfectly. Instead of directly admonishing him, you're using sarcasm to motivate your unreliable brother, because you found that's exactly how you yourself are motivated."

"..."

"What a kind, what a thoughtful sister! You truly have a heart of gold, shining as brightly as your talent!"

Under Karya's undisguised teasing, Lux, both embarrassed and angry, could bear it no longer. She raised her dress sword high and, sword and scabbard together, flung it out the window. Because her recent training had been quite effective, Karya leaped over the low wall and was unceremoniously tossed into the garden.

Then, just as Lux realized her mistake and hurriedly changed out of her pajamas to go find her dress sword in the garden, someone knocked on her door.

"Lux, your dress sword fell in the garden!" Upon opening the door, Lux saw Garen's smug face. "Hahaha, so you can be careless sometimes too—"

"Thank you!" Lux couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "Uh, and sorry, I was at dinner before..."

"You promised me earlier that you wouldn't talk about the bedwetting incident, and I already gave you the candy," Garen interrupted, not listening closely to Lux. He thought he had caught his sister in a vulnerable spot. "So, if you want your dress sword back, you have to call out, 'Garen, my brother is the best to me'—"

Then, as Garen waited for his sister's praise, Lux's expression turned grim.

The next moment, she grabbed and twisted, snatching the dress sword directly from Garen's hand. With a bang, she slammed the door shut, leaving a bewildered Garen staring dumbfounded at her bedroom door.

Lux's strength... is it a bit too much?

"I think you're absolutely right," Lux said, gripping the sword hilt again as she returned to her bed, gritting her teeth. "That Garen fellow is a complete idiot!"

"No." This time, it was Karya's turn to sound inexplicably amused. "He's not an idiot—believe me, he's just a simpleton."

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