episode_0053

He looked at Moo-myeong with pitiful eyes.

“Tsk, how did I end up with such tastes… .”

“… Master, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but absolutely-”

“ It happened, tsk, I didn’t expect that from a disciple who only had one… .”

The current situation makes me sigh.

No… common sense.

Where on earth would you find a woman two inches shorter than Mu-myeong?

What’s so great about a woman with such small stature?

Haven’t women always been expected to have a broad mind and broad hips?

The reason why Myeong has such tastes, in my opinion, is because he is still young.

When you get a little older, you will definitely regret and beat the ground about what you said about your tastes in the past.

While I was thinking like that for a while.

Anonymous made a somewhat resentful expression, perhaps seeing my expression growing colder in real time.

“No, Master… Isn’t there definitely a woman of that height?”

“…”

Yes, it exists.

If you just look at me, don’t you think I’m short?

for a moment.

me?

For a moment, his eyes began to open wide, but he soon shook his head roughly.

No, I am excluded.

It would be absurd to think of me as a person of the opposite sex, since I showed you all these ugly things from the beginning.

…the age difference is not small.

Besides, doesn’t it make no sense for a disciple to look at his teacher with reason?

“…”

It was just a fleeting thought, but I wiped my face, flushed with self-loathing at the thought itself.

Yeah… I guess not.

Although something didn’t seem right, I nodded.

Elia, who had been absent-minded for a moment, tilted her head after listening to our conversation.

“… What on earth are you two talking about?”

Hmm, what are you talking about?

How can I tell the person what I’ve been thinking so far?

“Hmm, you don’t have to know.”

He shook his head with an awkward smile.

Elia looked at me with a suspicious look, but I just looked out the window.

“…”

In an instant, the sound of conversation inside the carriage disappeared.

Lucius seemed to be thinking deeply about something with a serious expression on his face, and Elia was busy glancing at him.

Nameless is leaning his head against the wall of the carriage, his eyes closed, either because he is not interested in them at all or because he needs time to think about something due to the conversation I had with him earlier.

… If we continue like this, we’ll end up in the same situation as yesterday.

Of course, if I wanted to force myself to sleep to escape this situation, I could do it.

For some reason, it feels really uncomfortable to lean on an anonymous shoulder these days.

But it’s not like I should go in such an awkward state… .

“Hmm.”

He pouts.

It’s harder than you might think to be stuck with people you’re not particularly close to for hours without saying a word.

Was that why?

I did something I would never do under normal circumstances.

“Ahem, hmmm.”

He cleared his throat blatantly, drawing the attention of everyone in the carriage.

I looked at Lucius with great tension at the gazes gathered on me.

“Lucius, didn’t you say you had something to tell me?”

“… What do you mean, Master? ”

“Lucius?”

For some reason, the answers came from everyone except Lucius.

Cold sweat was running down my face.

Lucius looked blank for a moment, as if he hadn’t expected her to ask him that now, but then quickly became serious.

“Are you ready to listen to me already?”

“… Master?”

Oh, I’m sure I kicked you out just a little while ago because I was in a bad mood.

But, what.

Wouldn’t it be better than being awkward?

I felt uncomfortable all this time, whether it was because of the awkwardness or because I needed to relieve it with something.

Of course, I didn’t just say that out loud.

“What, it’s okay now, and it’s really bad to hide something from an anonymous person.”

For anything, plausible packaging is important.

How can I destroy the image I have of myself as a heavenly, wonderful teacher to the nameless?

… I don’t know if Anonymous really thinks that way, but he definitely thinks that way.

maybe.

After hearing what I said, Myeong-un quietly muttered, “Master…” and nodded.

It seems like everything went according to plan.

I barely held back a sigh of relief and looked into Lucius’ eyes.

Lucius also nodded once, as if he understood what I said, and bowed with a very serious look in his eyes.

“Could you please give me a little lesson?”

“Teaching?”

Lucius nodded.

I guess I didn’t mishear, but it’s a teaching after all… .

Slightly- I turned my head and looked at the nameless person.

As expected.

Until just a moment ago, the anonymous person’s expression, which had been smiling faintly, has become distorted.

Hmm, honestly, I can understand Anmyeong’s feelings.

If one day, out of the blue, a nameless man came with a woman he had never heard of and introduced her as his new teacher, I’m sure I would burst into tears on the spot.

How can you say that I have raised a disciple and you are just taking it away?

Anonymous must have also made that kind of expression with similar thoughts.

Hmm, I know everything.

Besides, I am not only a teacher to Anonymous, but I am also his parent, so right now he must feel like his mother has been taken away from him.

While my thoughts were flowing naturally, I felt something strange.

Mother? Hmm, let’s call her father.

I nodded my head.

After briefly gathering his thoughts, he took on a somewhat stern expression in order to answer Lucius.

“I’m sorry, but I have no intention of taking on a disciple.”

“Ah.”

Lucius opened his eyes wide for a moment, then smiled awkwardly.

“I think I said something wrong.”

“Hmm.”

“He asked if I could cross swords with him.”

… was that a request to spar?

Instead of taking them in separately as disciples?

I wasn’t even thinking about the guy who would give me rice cakes, but I was drinking kimchi stew alone.

He put his hand on his forehead and let out a small sigh.

Well… it’s a bit bothersome, but I guess I can have a sparring match since my body is sore.

When you nod your head in agreement like that.

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind.

… Isn’t this an opportunity for Anonymous to gain some good experience?

In the slums, the Nameless have actually fought in real battles, but they are clearly inferior with skills that cannot even touch a single hair of the Nameless.

In reality, didn’t the unknown win easily despite facing a majority with an overwhelming difference in skill?

Of course, the handling was a bit excessive… .

I squinted my eyes and looked at Lucius.

Soon, I began to see white energy moving around inside his body.

Hmm, this is.

I feel a little sorry for Anonymous, but… .

Lucius is definitely a level above Anonymous.

No, it might not be the same level.

Maybe this time, Anonymous won’t be able to reach the author even a single hair.

I don’t know how he gathered that much energy at that age, but if you think about the author as a warrior, it’s somehow understandable.

Tch, you favoritism bastard.

anyway.

This is my lack as a teacher.

Nameless has never experienced a duel with anyone higher in level than himself, except for me.

In that situation, if only Lucius would accept my offer, I could give Nameless a good sparring experience.

In short, this is an opportunity for me as a teacher to make up for my shortcomings even a little.

He opened his mouth, raising the corners of his lips.

“Okay, but-”

No matter how high a level a person is, if he is not sincere, there is no point in sparring.

“My disciple, go and spar with Nameless first.”

It would be better for Lucius to be sincere, if only to give the anonymous a good experience.

Even if Anonymous suffers a great defeat here and suffers a great sense of loss, it is not a problem at all; it only serves as a driving force for growth.

After all, isn’t growth something that is built up through blood, sweat, and tears?

Of course, since it is a duel conducted with mutual consent, there will be no bloodshed.

“I need to know what your level is so I can adjust your strength, right?”

He deliberately raised one corner of his mouth in a provocative manner so that Lucius could show his true feelings to the anonymous even a little.

In response, Lucius’s brow also furrowed ominously.

“Hey… Why is the atmosphere like this all of a sudden? This is a duel, right…?”

Elia flinched at the changed mood of Lucius, trembling and waving her arms.

Nameless remained silently as if it didn’t matter what he wanted, and Lucius nodded his head as he looked at Nameless.

“If that’s what you want, Cheonharang… I understand.”

“Good! Then, when the carriage stops today, we can proceed right away!”

I jumped up from my seat and spread my arms.

“Ah. We’ll do the sparring after we arrive at Ellen.”

“Oh my.”

The carriage hit a large rock and shook violently, causing the body to sway.

…

A cold wind brushes my cheek, making my skin tingle.

Beyond the window, a snow-covered land spreads out.

“Hmm, we arrived.”

Arrived in the North, in Ellen.