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Riding horses and shooting arrows in the morning.
Etiquette and speech at noon.
Dancing in the evening...
Ever since agreeing to Count Orden's request, Stark has been working tirelessly like a machine, day and night.
According to Count Orden's arrangements, Gabel would teach Stark everything a noble should know within two months.
As for Frieren and Fern, they fell into a daily routine of slacking off day and night.
Countless desserts and delicacies almost drowned the two of them.
The happy days came so suddenly that even Fern was momentarily confused.
However, after today.
Fern's brief confusion ended.
"Do I have to practice etiquette too?"
Fern held a donut in her left hand and a small cake in her right, looking at Count Orden with clear confusion in her eyes.
"This is a social banquet. Do you think it's appropriate for a male of age to attend alone?"
Count Orden tasted the tea in his cup, his eyes calm.
But it was precisely his calmness that made Yulian notice something unusual.
He wasn't like this.
If he really wanted Fern to accompany Stark to the dinner party, he would have had Fern start practicing when Stark did.
What's going on?
Yulian watched Count Orden doubtfully.
"But..." Frieren's mouth slightly opened.
But she was interrupted by Count Orden.
"Otherwise, do you think there's a more suitable candidate?"
"Like his mother?"
Count Orden's gaze returned to its usual sharpness, sweeping over Frieren.
Frieren, who had been about to speak up for Fern, wisely shut her mouth.
As the saying goes, it's better that a fellow Taoist dies than I do.
"Ah..."
Fern looked at Yulian for help.
Yulian raised his eyebrows slightly and encouraged Fern.
"Go for it!"
After all, I am a pure man, and what Stark needs is a female companion.
Cross-dressing is not even an option.
"Urame..." Count Orden, seeing things going smoothly, immediately beckoned for an elderly maid to enter the reception room.
"Take Miss Fern to familiarize herself with etiquette and dance."
"Yes, Count Orden."
The head maid named Urame bowed slightly to Count Orden, then led the disheartened Fern out.
"How miserable."
Yulian clicked his tongue.
He picked up a plate, selected some specific desserts, and prepared to leave.
"Leave some of that for me."
Frieren stopped Yulian's 'demonic claw' reaching for her favorite pudding, and pulled the plate of pudding in front of herself.
"Hey, Frieren!"
"What's wrong with sharing a bit from such a big plate!"
Yulian looked at the possessive Frieren, feeling a bit helpless.
"Alright, just tell the maid with you what you want to eat."
Count Orden rolled his eyes at the two of them, not understanding the point of such a meaningless argument.
Then, seeing Yulian give up on competing for Frieren's pudding, Count Orden stared at Yulian and asked.
"From what I know, you don't seem to like eating pudding very much."
Count Orden looked at the stunned Yulian, finding it a bit strange.
"But why have you been eating pudding much more frequently lately?"
"You even fought with Frieren over it today?"
In Count Orden's eyes, Yulian was full of questions.
After two months of spending time together, as a member of Frieren's party.
Count Orden could easily see that Stark was clearly a warrior.
Fern and Frieren were magic users.
Sein was clearly a priest.
But it was Yulian that he couldn't figure out.
He wore the Hero's white robe but hadn't shown the slightest heroic demeanor.
If he was a warrior, he seemed too weak and gentle.
He didn't look like he had trained at all.
A Mage?
Do your magic users have no fluctuations at all?
Extremely strange!
If Yulian hadn't been in the same party as Frieren and the others, Count Orden would have even thought he had encountered a Demon!
Only the Demon Race could look like this!
"Well..."
Yulian's mouth twitched.
He didn't want the pudding, of course; the little one, Urseline, liked it.
But naturally, he couldn't say so explicitly.
"Maybe it's because of the hot weather?"
Yulian scratched his head.
Yulian lied just like Frieren.
However, fortunately, Count Orden didn't understand him.
"Is that so?"
Count Orden looked at Yulian deeply but didn't have too much suspicion.
He had heard of Frieren's great name.
This was also why he didn't suspect Yulian's identity was that of a Demon.
After all, the name Frieren the Slayer was extremely well-known in the Northern Lands.
"You..." Count Orden pointed at the delicate maid waiting behind Yulian.
"Count!"
The maid lowered her head nervously and quickly bowed in greeting.
"Prepare more pudding from now on."
After speaking, Count Orden turned and walked out of the reception room.
He still had to test how well Stark had learned his etiquette today.
If he wasn't up to standard, he would have to consider a second candidate.
Yes!
He had been secretly training a second double for Wirt.
Always having a backup plan was Count Orden's basic operating procedure.
"Sir Yulian, I will go and prepare now."
"Please wait a moment."
The maid immediately prepared to carry out Count Orden's order.
Yulian also waved his hand, indicating it was fine.
"I'm going back to my room first."
Holding the desserts, Yulian prepared to leave.
Frieren, however, called out.
"Why are you lying?"
Clearly, Yulian's lie could deceive Count Orden, who didn't understand him.
But it couldn't deceive Frieren.
"Really, I just like eating it lately."
Yulian's expression was normal.
He was so used to lying to Frieren that he no longer felt any ripples.
However, in Frieren's eyes, it was very strange.
Frieren stared at Yulian with her curious large emerald eyes.
No, he was clearly lying to Count Orden just now!
Why, when he spoke to her, was he not lying!
[Sir Yulian!]
Urseline's impatient urging sounded in Yulian's heart.
"I'm going now..."
Yulian heard the little darling's urging and naturally didn't linger any longer.
However, just before Yulian went out, he turned his head to look at Frieren in the living room.
"Frieren..."
Yulian's eyes were gentle, his voice calm.
"What?"
Frieren held up the donut in her hand and looked at Yulian curiously.
"Eat less, you're going to get fat!"
"Hahaha!"
He left with a loud laugh!
Looking at Frieren's darkened face after hearing him speak, Yulian was overjoyed.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Frieren, with a dark face, took a big bite of the donut.
Only then did she calm down and stare at the reflection of her beautiful face in the tea.
"Am I really getting fat?"
The ripples in the teacup gently swayed.
Frieren's hair fluttered in the wind, and she still looked breathtakingly beautiful.
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