Two Younger Sisters

Should we say he lives up to his name, Paul? Although Paul promised to live a good life with Zenith, it seems he still can't control his philandering nature.

As a result, Paul had a difficult time during the winter of the previous two years.

Paul has always been a man of great energy; Roa knew this.

When Zenith became pregnant, he was restraining himself, living a life free from desire.

But how could Paul's personality remain so well-behaved for long?

Then, there was no "then" after that.

What was unexpected still happened.

That day, seeing Paul's restless expression, Roa felt like laughing.

Logically, having three wives and four concubines in another world is not an issue. This world is like Europe; let alone three wives and four concubines, you can marry as many as you want if you have the strength.

However, Zenith's faith was in Milis, and she was a devout follower who strictly adhered to the church's law of monogamy as a prerequisite for marrying Paul. Although she knew Paul's nature might lead him to break their promise someday, she chose to be with Paul based on his verbal commitment.

This led Paul to maintain deep affection for Zenith at all times.

Zenith also knew Paul had a good relationship with Lilia but still tacitly allowed Lilia to be a maid in the house. However, upon learning of Paul's infidelity, she became enraged.

Due to the complex situation, Roa couldn't say much. Furthermore, since it was winter, if Lilia were to return to her hometown at this time, only death would await Lilia and her unborn child. Roa helplessly gave Rudeus a meaningful glance. With a performance orchestrated by the two of them, they placed all the blame on Paul, thus saving Lilia and allowing her to remain in the house.

Roa can still recall Paul's bewildered and helpless expression. However, ultimately, it was Paul's own mistake, and he was the only one who could bear the consequences.

But after that, Rudeus's life became difficult. As soon as winter passed, Paul found Rudeus with a sinister grin, under the guise of training, and put Rudeus through rigorous drills.

Rudeus cried out in misery, forced to endure all the training.

As for Roa, because his strength was sufficient, there was little possibility of him being troubled, even if they wanted to.

As time went by, Paul gained a clearer perception of Roa's strength.

With the birth of Zenith's and Lilia's children, Paul had been truly stressed the previous year.

Because of the Lilia incident, Paul's status at home dropped lower and lower, successfully becoming the most lowly existence in the household.

His status was comparable to that of a slime.

Time heals all wounds.

Looking at the two fair and cute little ones, even Zenith's anger had subsided considerably.

Although she still held resentment towards Paul, she now treated Lilia as family.

Zenith was a kind person. Roa marveled at what incredible luck Paul had to have such a daughter-in-law.

With the birth of two rosy-cheeked babies, the entire family was enveloped in an atmosphere of joy.

Paul was busy attending to everyone, and Roa also showed a smile.

This future was his own sister; he would have a sister from now on.

Zenith's daughter was named Norn Greyrat, and Lilia's daughter was named Aisha Greyrat. Both were extremely adorable little girls.

Paul had a mountain of things to deal with. He had been caring for his two daughters recently, and Roa and Rudeus couldn't be neglected either.

He managed them in a nearly half-year period of laissez-faire, and only when he had free time did he truly engage in sparring with Roa and Rudeus.

Then Paul had to worry again.

He knew Roa's talent and anticipated that Roa would eventually leave this home for a broader world.

But he never expected Roa's progress to be so rapid, to the point that even he had to exert most of his strength to deal with Roa.

This situation intensified with each increase in their sparring sessions.

From seventy percent of his strength to eighty percent, and finally to ninety percent.

Now, Paul had to use all his means to restrain Roa.

Although he hadn't sparred with Roa for a while recently due to his daughters, he could keenly sense that Roa was still constantly getting stronger.

Paul was a confident man, and at the same time, he was an arrogant man. But as he witnessed Roa's rise step by step with his own eyes, even he had to admit that Roa was indeed stronger than him.

As a result, Paul had discussed it with Zenith with a troubled expression more than once.

"My son's future should not end here; he should have a better teacher." This was Paul's exact wording.

He had thought he could hold on for a while longer, but he still didn't expect Roa to grow so quickly.

But whom should he find? Paul didn't know.

Recently, he learned about the magic academy from Roxy's letter, which gave him a headache.

The magic academy gathered the world's top scholars, but unfortunately, it required a considerable tuition fee. Moreover, both Roa and Rudeus in the household were exceptionally talented individuals. Sending either one to school would undoubtedly be unfair to the other.

But if it remained like this, the family's money was too scarce to afford both of them attending the magic academy simultaneously.

What's more, Rudeus wished for Zenith to attend school with him.

Recently, Paul's wrinkles were increasing.

Paul sighed, estimated the time, and realized it was time for the assessment again.

He got up, dressed, picked up his wooden sword, and walked outside.

Grass grew and orioles flew, all things revived.

It was currently spring, without the heat of Natsuhi or the harshness of winter. The spring breeze brushed past, brushing against Paul's clothes.

Outside, Roa was silently standing by a wooden post. He held a slender sword in his right hand, but upon closer inspection, one would notice that the young man's sword was slightly different.

To be precise, it was a homemade wooden sword. The blade was not as thick as a typical wooden sword. The slender blade was three feet long, and since it was made of wood, the blade itself was not sharp.

This wooden sword also symbolized the path Roa planned to take in the future.

He actually intended to pursue a path of speed.

Paul took a deep breath. Honestly, the more he fought recently, the more alarmed he became. He could no longer quite grasp his own son's strength.

Paul put on a serious expression and said, "Roa, let's begin training. Show me your strength."

Roa was now eleven years old, still possessing a face as beautiful as a porcelain doll.

For some reason, no matter how much he grew, his appearance remained the same. Roa had given up struggling with his looks.

Long hours of training had made Roa's body slender but not frail.

As Paul entered, Roa took off his outer jacket, revealing a well-built, slender physique.

Roa wore a white short-sleeved shirt, and his abdominal muscles could be vaguely seen.

Paul's smile was a little stiff. Standing ten meters away from Roa, he said, "Begin. You can only use swordsmanship."

Roa nodded, held his wooden sword horizontally, and struck a standard starting pose from the Sword God Style.

Paul's expression was solemn, and he also adopted the starting stance of the Sword God Style.

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