Monica was somewhat unconvinced. "He can't beat me, but he's especially good with his mouth. He said I was throwing my family's weight around, and I told him, if you've got the guts, come fight me—but he can't beat me anyway."
Dole smacked Monica on the head. "You're a girl—why do you like fighting so much? Look at your mother. She never fights with anyone."
Monica broke free from Dole, shot him a fierce glare, and ran back to her mother.
"Mom, Dad's being mean. He won't stand up for me."
Monica threw a tantrum and rolled around, clinging to Aixi no matter what.
Aixi was rather helpless. "He can't beat you anyway. He only said a few things—you didn't even lose a hair. Honestly, this child..."
Monica thought about it and realized that seemed true. "I'm just really angry."
Then she started making a fuss again.
Aixi sighed helplessly. "Then have your father hire a bard to teach you tomorrow. Make sure you beat him with your tongue next time."
Monica hurriedly shook her head. "No, no. Bards are all liars."
Dole immediately laughed.
"Enough fussing. Go take a bath. Your father will teach you two martial skill moves today."
The moment she heard she could learn martial skills, Monica's eyes lit up. "Okay, okay!" Then she turned and darted out of Aixi's arms, vanishing in a flash.
Brian, who was still learning to write, also sprang to his feet eagerly. "Dad, I want to learn too, I want to learn!"
Dole's face darkened. "Practice your writing properly."
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