Then, reluctantly, she followed Roa's arrangements and went to class.
Hah. A little eight-year-old brat thinks he can take me on?
As it turned out, no matter what you did, you needed to reach a certain level of strength. Otherwise, you'd end up like Rudeus.
Eris was quite cunning, too. Knowing she couldn't do anything to Roa, she took it out on Rudeus instead. Every time, she'd glare at him and silently stare him down.
When Roa was around, she'd glare at him. When Roa wasn't around, things got a lot more interesting.
It generally went something like this.
Rudeus shakily took out paper and a pen, preparing to teach Eris addition and subtraction.
He'd barely written down a number before she loudly complained, "What kind of writing is that?!"
Whenever Rudeus tried to explain, she'd keep asking questions, relentless and growing more hostile by the minute, until Eris was shouting arrogantly and advancing on him, her fists cracking as she clenched them.
Then she'd say things like, "Hey, why aren't you saying anything?"
"I asked you a question! Why aren't you answering?"
"I—"
"What do you mean, 'I'?"
"You—"
"Kid, show some respect to your elders! Use honorifics when you talk to me! Didn't your father teach you any manners?"
That was more or less how it went. Eris's attitude was downright awful.
But faced with an enraged Eris, Rudeus really did cower.
To avoid getting beaten up, he swallowed all his grievances and planned to complain to Roa.
As the saying went, take a step back and the world opens up; endure for a moment, and the storm will pass. That was more or less Rudeus's thinking now.
Eris glared at Rudeus and continued, "Why aren't you saying anything? Oh, judging by your face, are you planning to