Sword King Ghislaine

Ghislaine nodded without a word. Her eyebrows shot up as she looked at Roa, and she asked in surprise, "Is this your daughter? Didn't the letter say two boys were coming to learn swordsmanship from me?"

Helpless, Roa bowed and performed a standard greeting. "Hello, I am Paul's eldest son, Roa Greyrat. You can call me Roa."

Rudeus bowed. "I am Paul's second son, Rudeus Greyrat. You can call me Rudeus."

Ghislaine nodded. "As Paul's children, you are quite polite. Just call me Ghislaine. Get in the carriage quickly."

With that, she strode forward and got into the carriage.

The coachman was a middle-aged man with tanned skin, leisurely smoking a pipe.

Zenith waved tearfully, bidding them farewell. The carriage slowly drove away into the distance. Rudeus stared tearfully at his home's entrance.

That small tree with yellow flowers, he watered it every day.

The notch on the door frame at home, he had made it with a Water Ball spell.

Thinking about leaving his beloved Zenith, thinking about not seeing Zenith's cute little face for a while, and not being able to touch her soft, tender hands, Rudeus sighed repeatedly.

Roa sneered dismissively and glanced at the sighing Rudeus.

This guy was just like that; the effects of being a NEET were hard to shake. He always subconsciously avoided things he found difficult to deal with.

As everyone got into the carriage.

Ghislaine took out a letter. "This is from Zenith to me. She said Paul gave it to me. I can't read, can you read it for me?"

Rudeus asked curiously, "Then how did you read letters before? You said before that you learned about our situation from Paul's letter."

Ghislaine said calmly, "Of course, I had someone else read it for me." She handed the envelope to Rudeus, who was closest to her.

Rudeus nodded in understanding, took the envelope, and opened it. He read, "Dear Rudeus and Roa, by the time you are reading this letter, I am afraid I will no longer be in this world."

"What?" Ghislaine exclaimed, standing up.

Roa looked at the six-foot-tall Beast Tribe warrior. Honestly, he hadn't expected the carriage roof to be so high...

"Please sit down, Ghislaine. There's more," Rudeus said, gesturing for Ghislaine to sit.

"Oh, I see," Ghislaine sat down.

Roa's mouth twitched. The situation was too bizarre; he didn't know what to say anymore.

Rudeus continued reading, "—The previous sentence was a joke. I've just always wanted to try writing it. I'm sure you two have no idea what's going on. You can ask that muscle-bound doll in front of you... Although I'd like to say that, that guy's brain is made of muscle, so he probably can't explain it clearly."

"What!" Ghislaine roared, standing up again.

Roa curiously leaned forward to look at the contents of the letter and said to the Beast Tribe warrior, "Sit down, Ghislaine. The next part is praising you."

"Oh, I see." After saying that, Ghislaine obediently sat down.

Roa clicked his tongue in amazement, finding her incredibly amusing.

Rudeus glanced at the expressionless blonde beside him. He could tell from the subtle changes in his expression that he was thinking of some bad idea.

Rudeus continued reading the letter in his hand: "That person is a Sword King. If you want to learn swordsmanship, unless you go to the Holy Land of Swords, you won't find anyone more suitable. Dad can guarantee her strength because I've never beaten her... except in bed."

Roa curled his lip, lamenting that Paul never learned his lesson. Rudeus's face twitched, and he roared inwardly, Stop writing such unnecessary things, you idiot Paul!

However, Ghislaine's expression wasn't that displeased.

This made Rudeus slightly relieved, as the formidable woman before him looked quite intimidating.

"Now, regarding Rudeus's work, you are to go to the largest city in the Fittoa Region and become a tutor for a certain young lady. I hope you will teach her arithmetic, reading, writing, and basic magic. She is an extremely willful young lady and very violent, to the point where she begged not to go to school. Several tutors have been driven away by her so far... However, I believe you will find a way to handle her."

"What do you mean 'find a way'? You're pushing all the problems onto me to solve..." Rudeus muttered a few complaints, feeling a bit strange that Roa's name wasn't mentioned.

He glanced at the latter part of the letter and continued reading: "As for Roa, with his strength, he will surely learn Ghislaine's Sword Skills quickly. Wait until Roa can defeat her before going to the Holy Land of Swords. With such strength, even there, the master will take good care of you."

Ghislaine looked at Roa with considerable surprise.

Upon closer inspection, her long, soft golden hair was tied back. The sunlight shone through the curtains onto Roa's young and handsome face.

His crimson-gold pupils always gave off a faint sense of majesty, and his dazzling long hair added a touch of charm to the young man.

"Interesting. Paul said you would quickly learn all my Sword Skills," Ghislaine said calmly.

She wasn't displeased; she was just surprised that Paul would praise his son so highly.

Rudeus continued reading the letter in his hand: "For the next five years, you must live at the young lady's home and teach her. Five years. During this period, you are forbidden to return home or write letters. Because as long as you are there, Zenith cannot become independent. And it's not just Zenith; I feel that you have also developed an over-reliance on her, so I've decided to force you apart. However, with your elder brother there, I'm sure you can try to ask him for help if any bad things happen. As for whether Roa agrees, that's his business."

Rudeus exclaimed, "Five years!!"

His nurturing plan was interrupted prematurely, leaving Rudeus feeling disheartened and discouraged.

Roa glanced at Rudeus and said irritably, "What's with that expression? We're going to learn swordsmanship from Ghislaine. You should try to curb that personality of yours; you're always thinking about inappropriate things."

Rudeus sighed, forced to accept the grim reality. But then, as if struck by an idea, his eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at Roa with anticipation and slowly said, "Big brother, you're the nicest to me. You'll help me, right?"

My apologies, dear readers.