Needless to say, Roa wasn't much of a storyteller. Even Rudeus couldn't help laughing beside him.
Eris didn't react at all. She even lazily rolled over, casually interrupting him with an agreeable, "Yes, yes, I understand. I'll make sure to study hard."
Roa's expression grew more dangerous, his cold, reddish-gold eyes reflecting her figure.
Rudeus instinctively sensed the danger. That was exactly what his big brother looked like when he wanted to hit someone.
He cautiously looked up. The handsome, slightly childish face was now frosty, the eyes narrowed as Roa began moving toward her.
Rudeus quietly tugged at Roa and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Don't worry. I know how hard to hit," Roa replied coolly.
Eris gradually realized something was wrong.
She sat up in bed and saw Roa right in front of her.
Eris shuddered, her cheeks flushing. She cried, "What are you trying to do? I haven't broken our agreement. You can't lay a hand on me!"
Rudeus pricked up his ears. He put on a solemn expression, striking the pose of an upright gentleman.
Lay a hand on her? Elaborate!
Not that he meant anything by it. He just had a friend who wanted to know.
Sighing, Roa waved Rudeus over. The boy, who'd been enjoying the show, walked up to him, and Roa asked, "Do you think you can teach Eris properly?"
Rudeus shook his head without hesitation. Roa fell into thought again, weighing the pros and cons.
At last, he sighed and gave Rudeus's shoulder a firm pat. "All right, then. I'll teach her arithmetic and such for the first two years. You, um, you—what are you doing?"
Roa turned a questioning look on Rudeus.
Rudeus answered with complete seriousness, "I'll teach Miss Eris for