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Inside the mansion's guest room.
A very cute-looking little girl in a white dress was lying on the bed, happily kicking her little feet.
From time to time, she would exclaim things like, "Delicious!" or "I'm so happy I could die!"
Yulian, meanwhile, sat on a chair nearby, propping his chin with his hand and staring blankly.
This was the seventh time Urseline had emerged from the mark.
But every time he saw such a cute little girl with those eyes, Yulian couldn't help but sigh.
How could such an ugly Chaos Flower transform into such a cute human form!
The twin tails tied on her head were even black, the same color as his own hair!
No matter how he looked at her, he liked her, okay!
Yulian was a person with double standards.
Yulian himself didn't deny this point.
In fact, after Yulian saw Urseline's transformation for the first time, Yulian's attitude towards Urseline did a complete 180-degree turn.
But Urseline didn't know any of this.
Urseline only knew that before her transformation, Lord Yulian was indifferent to her and would even be fierce towards her.
After her transformation, Lord Yulian had not gotten angry even once.
Every time he looked at her, his gaze was full of light.
Urseline didn't know why, but Urseline was very happy!
"Finished eating!"
Urseline bounced up from the bed and handed the completely empty dessert plate to Yulian.
"Finished eating!"
So fast!
Yulian was a bit slow to react.
However, Yulian quickly took the plate and asked Urseline.
"How was it? Was it good? Do you want some more?"
"No, thank you."
Urseline wiped the corners of her mouth with her soft, tender little hand.
Then she happily lay down again, leaning against the pillow and rubbing her full little belly.
Her whole being exuded a sense of happiness that made life feel worthwhile.
"I see."
Yulian nodded gently, put down the plate casually, then slowly walked to Urseline's side and reached out his hand.
"What are you doing?"
Urseline flinched but didn't hide.
She thought: Didn't I just eat some of your food? You wouldn't take advantage of me like before, would you?
Of course, Yulian couldn't bear to take advantage of such a cute child!
"Let me wipe your nose."
Yulian gently wiped away the smudge on Urseline's delicate little nose with a tissue, smiling slightly.
Give birth!
Give birth to a daughter for me!
"Phew~ You scared me!"
Urseline let out a breath of relief, her whole body relaxed, and she lay down comfortably.
So cute!
Yulian's eyes were practically melting from looking at her.
His fondness for Urseline was evident on his face.
"Mmm..."
Urseline lay down comfortably, and after rubbing her little belly, she slightly furrowed her brows as she looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the window.
It was a bit disruptive to her nap.
"Lord Yulian..."
Urseline pouted her little mouth and spoke with a whining sound.
"Understood!"
Yulian's eyes widened, and he moved to immediately draw the curtains.
However, as Yulian reached the window, his hand froze as he was about to pull the curtains.
Looking at the two figures downstairs, he watched them curiously.
"The level of swordsmanship will be reflected in one's posture..."
"Good posture can make offense and defense endlessly varied."
Count Orden said to Stark, who was holding a wooden sword, with his arms crossed.
"I will teach you the swordsmanship of the Orden family. I hope you will learn it well."
"Swordsmanship..."
Stark held the wooden sword, his hand trembling uncontrollably.
When he passed by a little boy named Mut just now, that boy was also practicing this swordsmanship called the Orden family's swordsmanship, right?
It seemed very difficult!
Even Count Orden's second son was still criticized by Count Orden while practicing swordsmanship!
Could I do it well?
Stark's hand was trembling violently.
No... I... I can't...
Was it really too much to ask...
Pretending to be someone else... What a joke...
"Stark..."
A strong hand gently grasped the trembling wooden sword in Stark's hand.
It was Count Orden.
"Relax, don't be too nervous."
Count Orden comforted Stark with rare gentleness.
At the same time, after seeing that Stark's condition was better, Count Orden began to personally adjust Stark's movements and posture.
"Um, Count Orden, what do you think of Mut?"
Stark couldn't help but glance at Mut, who was diligently practicing swordsmanship not far away.
He seemed to see his past self in Mut.
"He is very hardworking..."
"But his talent is far inferior compared to his older brother."
Count Orden's gaze also focused on Mut, who was constantly swinging the wooden sword.
As expected...
Stark lowered his eyebrows.
When Count Orden evaluated Mut, Stark couldn't help but think of his father's evaluation of himself.
[Compared to him, Stark is a failure.]
A failure...
"However, given time..."
Count Orden changed the subject, and relief showed between his brows.
"Given time, he will definitely become a knight stronger than me."
"Is that so..."
Surprise flashed in Stark's eyes.
After hesitating for a moment, he still spoke.
"But I think you'd better tell Mut this."
Stark thought.
If the education is solely strict, Mut might become like himself in the future.
Cowardly... timid...
Stark felt that he was a victim of this kind of strict, suppressive education.
"I often tell him this..."
Unexpectedly, a look of disappointment appeared on Count Orden's face.
"And it is precisely because of this that he often gets carried away and doesn't make progress."
Is that so?
Being too strict can make people lose too much confidence.
Excessive praise and encouragement, however, can make people arrogant and complacent, making it difficult to improve.
It's really difficult!
Stark thought, pressing his lips together.
But no matter what kind of education it is, isn't the unchanging factor the parents' desire for their children to succeed?
Stark admitted that he was somewhat empathizing.
He was very curious whether his father, who had always criticized and suppressed him back then, had the same feelings as Count Orden.
He just made a different decision...
As for Master Eisen?
Stark smiled.
Long, long ago, he had already discovered his master's good intentions.
It's just that his master was as awkward as himself.
Making it always difficult for master and disciple to express their mutual care and affection.
"Alright, Stark."
Annoyance appeared on Count Orden's face.
He had just relaxed a bit, and Stark had completely lost the mood to practice swordsmanship!
"What?"
Stark stared blankly at Count Orden, his eyes clear.
"Crack!"
"Straighten this!"
"Bend your leg!"
"Stand straight!"
Count Orden formed a hand blade and forcefully corrected any irregular parts he saw in Stark!
"It hurts!"
Stark shouted, but his posture became very standard with Count Orden's adjustments!
Actually, if they just understood each other's intentions, everything would be as smooth as it is now, right?
Stark murmured, sweat dripping down his cheeks.
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