” La la la la la la la la la ”

I hum as I walk along the ridiculously long and luxurious corridor. I still cannot seem to get used to walking on the so-soft-your-feet-just-might-sink-into-it carpet. Eh, isn’t walking barefooted better for this?

Being conservative is part of j.a.panese culture. And essentially the inner me was raised with the sense of values of a commoner. To this commoner, this luxurious carpet is terrifying.

But enough about trivial matters.

Today, I was summoned to the office by my father. [TN: I used Dad before but now I’m wondering if Father would be a better fit..] I hardly get to meet my parents around noon time as they are usually busy with their duties so this is pretty rare. I..It’s not that I am excited about the fact that I get to play with him after so long! I am not happy at all since it is Father who I am meeting.

Eh? My humming? Ah, it’s that. The chants that monks do before they undergo their strict training. Yep, that.

How was the debut the other day? Don’t ask that! Why? Somehow the moment I was up on the stage, a commotion stirred among the guests. That shaken me up and I fumbled with my lines.

And the commotion got louder.

Surely they were surprised as to why would one make a normal words-fumbling 3 year old, an age that one would call too young, to give a introductory speech for a debut. What a doting idiot Father, they might thought.

Recalling that memory, I sigh. Anyway, I don’t think I will encounter another doomsday level stage event again so it should be all right… I am raising a flag aren’t I? [TN: Yes you are.]

I don’t wanna! I am going to escape with all my strength if that ever happens. Don’t underestimate the stealth skill that I have been polis.h.i.+ng from my baby years where I used to sneak into the library.

The conversations went on within myself as I walk along the soft carpet, I found myself at the destination already. In front of me is a stupidly huge wooden door and beyond, the area which my Dad is in for every afternoon, his office. Every time I looked at it I can’t help thinking what a useless idiotically huge door. One so big that if you do not twist your neck up to look up you cannot get the entire view of it.

I knocked lightly and immediately my Father’s voice can be heard asking me to enter. Tall stacks of paper can be seen on the table as I enter. As this is my first time entering, I cannot help but be in awe and started looking around. Seeing me, Father laughed.

” Hey Will, if you look around that much you are going to twist your neck off. ”

” No I won’t! ”

I did not did that much looking around! Although it is true that I was charmed by the shelves of Spells Books.

…I have been acting more and more like a child these few days, let’s be more careful. I let out the air that I used to puff my cheeks with.

” So what is the matter? ”

” Ah, I was just thinking it’s about time to hire a tutor for you. ”

Even though my Father said that, the norm for hiring a tutor to teach about things like common knowledge, political movements, writing and math are usually when a child turns 5 for the n.o.bles.

It must be that my appeal of wanting to study towards my Father finally got though.

Eh, it’s very tiring, appealing while acting like a 3 year old. I can get knowledge from reading on my own but it is rather difficult to explain when asked [TN: Remember guys, he’s only 3.] so I am aiming for this development!

Of course, I agree with a force as if to say ” Yeah! I have been waiting for this! “.

” But Will, why are you in such a rush to study? ”

My intention that was conveyed to my Father perfectly made him asked about the reason. It can be said that it was because of my thirst for knowledge but to tell the truth, there was another reason for it.

I look at my feet. [TN: The direct translation is : I stared at the carpet.] I can feel blood rus.h.i.+ng to my face and I am pretty sure I am blus.h.i.+ng hard right now.

” …….Father is always busy right? I..will study so I can help Father. ”

Touched, my Father started tearing.

This is embarra.s.sing to admit but I am kinda proud of my Father and I genuinely wants to help out with his work. His looks are average so is this what they call charisma….? [TN: Don’t worry, you’ll have it. All LN MC have it. ]

” Will, thank you! ”

” It is my duty! ”

” Ahh, thank you! And, about the tutor… ”

Father’s face clouded over slightly.

” Ah. What’s the matter? ”

” Ah, no, I don’t know much about the person himself… but he is definitely one of the guests at your birthday party. ”

It is rare to see Father hesitating.

” Rather then saying he is a scholar working at the Royal Castle, it might be more fitting to call him a researcher… He is not a bad person but… ”

” Eccentric? ”

Father paused again.

” Ah…eccentric…Hmm…How should I explain. As the 2nd son of Viscount Veltor, he abandoned the family name… Sorry, the application was too sudden so I am not very clear on the details. A person who took great care of me in the Royal Castle told me about him, John Veltor, great desire to work here as your tutor. ”

” ….It is not Veltor himself who applied? ”

” Ah no…erm, would you understand if I said there’s heavy taxes involved…? ”

I do. [TN: I don’t.]

I might have looked at him with reproachful eyes. Fl.u.s.tering, Father mumbled ” No matter who recommended him, hiring a strange man is… “.

” Hmm….? ”

I murmured before turning around to face Father with a smile. That person who took care of Father must be one that is of a higher rank… Oh well, as long as I get to study. Besides, I shouldn’t be willful.

” Father, it’s okay, I understand. ”

With a face that screams ‘I was saved’, Father grab both of my hands.

” Oh! Try your best! ”

As of now, the road of knowledge seems to be full of difficulties.

And today is the day who the role of education – my tutor, is coming. My current state is of extreme shock. Sitting right opposite the desk across from me is a striking man with s.h.i.+ny black pupils and glossy black hair that is loosely tied up. His gorgeousness is amplified when he gently smiles. Plus his legs are long. d.a.m.n it!

Ju..Just wait till I grow up…!

He was in the drawing room having a discussion with Father before being invited into my room and introduced to me. Yes, he is really my tutor. [TN: Yea, I think we got it.]

Seeing that he came from a family of corrupted n.o.bles, my image was of a fat and prideful man. Instead, a slim handsome young man [TN: Ikemen. I’m calling him Ikemen from now on.] walked in. Really, you can’t blame me for being surprised.

Plus, this Ikemen was looking at Father with sparkling eyes of admiration like how kids’ eyes looked like when they are at a Hero’s stage show. But for some reason, once he entered this room, his expressions went stiff. That, coupled with his upturned eyes, makes him look quite scary.

” Erm… ”

” Ah, sorry, I am kind of nervous. As you already know, I am John Veltor and I am going to be your tutor from now on. ”

Said John Sensei timidly, with a stiff and slightly embarra.s.sed face.

” Yes, I will be in your care. My name is Williams-Beryl, you can just call me Will. ”

[TN: Why is it that only his name got an equal = sign in it?].

Saying that, I bowed and for some reason, John Sensei is showing a surprised expression. Did I do something wrong? Nothing comes to mind so I ignored it. For this kind of moment usually one would look for another subject to talk about…

” Erm, what should I call Mr Veltor from now on? ”

Mr Veltor smiled.

[TN: This name change is in the web novel. Is the author experimenting with all sorts of combination for John Veltor?]

” You can call me whatever you like. However… ”

He had a slightly bitter yet teasing expression on.

” …anything but Veltor. ”

Ah, I get it.

I finally believed that, indeed, this man, as rumors said, had abandon his family name. Right now, he seems like a honest and gentlemanly fellow and I cannot sense any bad vibes from him nor he seems like the type who uses flattery.

In fact, he feels a bit like a puppy…

Ah…I can’t deny the possibility that he might be a sly fox who had won thousands of mind battles.

My instinct? Not a bad guy.

Happy by this fact, I smiled.

” Then, John Sensei! Is that okay? ”

Hey, if it’s a tutor, then it cannot be anything other than Sensei right!

[TN: I think you all knows what Sensei (teacher) means…]

Once I said that, John Sensei beamed at me.

…What is this sense of defeat? Hm.

He is beautiful. He is handsome. He is a bespectacled Ikemen prodigy.

…And also a gentleman.

It might had been he was nervous before. Now that I look at him again, y first impression was not wrong. He is really a Ikeman. [TN: An Ikeman?] This is the first time I feel an intimacy with a black pupil, black haired person ever since I arrived in this world.

Grrr…. I’m jealous.

[TN: Missing Terao?]

It’s okay! In the future even with an average face I will be popular!

” By the way Mister Will.. ” [TN: He is using Sama.]

I nearly drown in the tears of my thoughts before John Sensei’s voice pulled me back to reality.

” John Sensei, please stop with the ‘Mister’. ”

Again with the formal tone! As a tutor we are going to be together for a long time to come and if we are to be this formal, my upper lip is going to go stiff! [TN: In orginal text : My shoulders is going to go stiff. ] Ah, this is not a pun…you there, don’t say that it’s cold! [TN: Cold jokes = pun…get it?] It is an accident, just an accident.

” Then… Will… ”

” Is fine. ” [TN: Original text is that he is to call Will kun, not sama.]

” …Eh…That is a bit… ”

” It’s okay because you are my Sensei! ”

I got impatient and reflexively puff my cheeks. With a slightly troubled face, Sensei finally agree to call me Will.

” Ah yes Sensei, what is it that you want to ask? ”

I said, pulling the conversation back on track. Hearing this, John Sensei turn serious.

” Ah. It’s just..If you don’t mind me asking, it is a little early for a 3 year old to have a tutor. I was wondering if you made this request or is it Sir Gion’s idea? ”

This person’s eye sparkles whenever the topic is about Father. He really seems to admire Father. Me too, apart from his face, aim to be like Father. [TN: What is wrong with his face? I mean he even have fangirls around the world!]

Sorry for das.h.i.+ng your hope… I gave a small bitter smile.

” Ah, it was me who requested for a tutor. ”

John Sensei looks to be very shocked.

…Yep, I’m sorry for betraying your expectations…

But Sensei too, betrayed my expectations so I am not in the wrong!

[TN: Do you prefer a prideful fat Sensei instead?]

” It’s Will…? But why? I don’t mean to be rude but boys at your age usually only think about having fun. ”

” I don’t know anything. I am proud seeing Father so needed (busy) but as for me, I can’t help with anything… ”

I looked at Sensei with a mischievous glint in my eyes.

” …And I am frustrated with that. ”

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TN : I meant to finished this yesterday but I had overtime so…Enjoy!