I Shall Master This Family's
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Chapter 7

Why is that guy here!

It looked much younger than I knew, but it was definitely a Clerivan Pellet.

His tall stature, upright demeanor was as if he had a cast on his waist, and his eyes with raised edges.

In this Lombardy, few people could sustain such an uproar.

"What brings you here, Clerivan?"

My father scratched his head as if he was very confused.

I'll be like that too. Clerivan Pellet was a very capable, but very busy man, watching over the Lombardy peak.

At least in the future I know him.

To the extent that, I could rely on both of my hands when I saw Clerivan's face properly while working with my grandfather.

Replace my grandfather to write most important reports.

"Can I come in?"

"of course. Come inside."

My father was still waiting for Clerivan in the middle of the living room, and I immediately pretended to pick up the book and read it.

I don't know why.

I just think I should do that.

He set his gaze somewhere on the letters that filled the side of the book, and instead raised his ears.

As if conscious of myself, Clerivan looked beside me and sat across from my father.

"What's wrong? If my father says something in a hurry..."

"Not so."

"then."

Even though he was an employee of the same family, my father's attitude was very different to his relationship with Dr. O'Malley's.

That alone gives me a rough idea of Clerivan's current location in the family.

At least, it was clear that Lulak's son was not a person who could be at will.

Why would such a person visit my father?

"The reason I came here today is not with you, Mr. Gallahan, but with Miss Florentia."

Huh huh?

ME?

I endured all my patience not to look there.

"You mean you came to see Florentia...?"

"Yes that's right."

I can feel my father and Clerivan's gaze.

For some reason, my forehead hurt, but I turned the pages of the book as if I were still reading.

“Then it's definitely about class.”

A class?

What class?

Unlike me, who was still confused, my father stopped his head.

"not confirmed. Today I'm here to talk to Miss Florentia for a moment."

"Yes that's right."

Apart from understanding why Clerivan came today, my father looked very embarrassed, coughed a few times, and then called me.

"Tia, here."

"Yes." Yeah."

Like a child who always reads, I scream with a face that knows nothing.

Then I thought about where to sit for a moment and sit on my father's lap.

Because I am seven years old now.

If you're really seven years old, you'll want to stay with your Dad as often as possible in a place with strangers.

As expected, my father lifted me up and sat me on his knee.

Then there was a momentary silence.

To be exact, Clerivan and I faced each other and said nothing.

I just stared at Clerivan, who said he came to talk to me and didn't say anything.

That's because I can't say hello first. After all, I don't know if I've met him before or not.

"…Indeed."

After a while, he looked at me with his eyes and muttered an unknown word, lowered his head slightly as he sat down, and greeted me first.

“Nice to meet you, Florentia. I'm Clerivan Pellet."

Thank you Lord.

I've never met you before.

I bowed my back with a sigh of relief inside.

"Hello, my name is Florentia Lombardy."

My body stumbled as if I had bowed my head too politely to greet the real world of the future family at its best.

After all, the body of a child with a large head was extremely uncomfortable.

“Master Gallahan. Can I talk to Miss Florentia for a second, just the two of us?"

The format was a question, but it didn't really ask my father for approval.

In short, he was told to come out.

"Tia. Mr. Clerivan says you have some things to ask. I'll be in the room for a minute.

My father gently stroked my hair and explained to me.

"Yes." Yeah."

I expected to some extent, but I was a little nervous about having to talk to Clerivan alone.

The sharp gaze that left me open with my head, chest, and stomach was also very burdensome.

I felt like I was on a test table.

When my father's bedroom door closed, Clerivan stood up and brought something from there.

This is a book I read a while ago.

"Do you know what I did in Lombardy?"

Knowing that I'm not so nervous.

'That', what kind of work did Clerivan Pellet do when he was young?

I shake my head hard.

“I am teaching the younger family heirs who will lead this Lombardy in the future.”

Uh!

The class!

Now I understand the conversation between my father and Clerivan.

Since I was nine, I have been taking lessons from an education officer for a while.

Before that, did he move to another position?

After all, the 'class' that Clerivan was referring to was a sort of successor class and was the first official evaluation platform that Lombardy children climbed up to.

According to the education officer's plan, the children of the family are gathered and taught together.

At first glance, this may sound like light exercise at home, but it's not.

Instead, it had a lot of cruelty.

First, there is no age limit for attending classes.

Only children who are considered ready to take classes, regardless of their age, are eligible to attend.

Naturally, children's levels are revealed according to the age at which they begin taking classes.

Second, age is not decided even to quit class.

Just one day, I was told, 'You don't have to go to class anymore.'

That was my case in the past.

Of course, it wasn't graduation, but I was no longer disqualified from attending classes.

And finally, the assessments made during each class were reported to my grandfather.

In short, it means the current Clerivan Pellet is like a direct channel that can connect me and my grandfather.

And that I came here separately.

"My grandfather sent it?"

I could hardly help but laugh that seemed to come out of my grandfather's face, which shone in his eyes when he saw me.

As I stared at myself without any particular reaction, Clerivan, slightly frowning at something I didn't like, asked me, putting the book in front of me.

"I hear you're reading this book."

"Yes, I've been reading it since yesterday."

"Is so. If yes, what is it?"

It seems like he is testing whether I can really read this book right now.

It was good to read it earlier last night.

Well, pretend to think for a second, I replied.

"I've just read a little, but there are strange people living in the Southern forests of my country. This is a book that tells the story of them."

Clerivan heard my story and looked a little embarrassed.

You might think I carry a book like a toy.

I've understood.

Of course, it is suspicious to read a fairy tale book or a book that would bore an adult a seven-year-old girl.

I looked at Clerivan with a smile in an attitude of 'Ask Anything'.

"Who is the name of the author who wrote this book?"

"On the cover is 'Lopili'?"

"What is Chapter 1?"

“Someone named Lopili told how she could hear the rumors about the people in the south."

"Her...."

It was Clerivan who was at a loss for words because of my unobstructed answer.

I asked with an innocent expression that I knew nothing.

"Have you come here because you wanted to read this book? Do you want to borrow it?"

I handed the thick green book to Clerivan and said.

"I want to know what's behind it, but I can read it later."

"Hm. It's not. I've read it, so you can keep reading it."

"Ah, that's good!"

I laughed, holding the book in my hand as if I was truly happy.

It was fun to tease her like that, it was nice to see those cold human eyes fluttering wildly.

She was embarrassed for a while.

Clerivan, who came back with a blunt face, asked me another question.

"There were three rumors that Lopili heard. What's that...?"

"Wait a minute, Uncle Clerivan."

"......Why?."

"You're wrong."

I laughed as I rolled my mouth.

"Lopili is not 'he'. It's 'him'." (not ‘he’. This ‘she’)

"Yes?"

"When you look at the page in front of the cover, it says. Her full name is Abane Lopili. She's a female scholar."

"Well, what's that now ..."

The confused Clerivan opened the book and immediately read the preface.

Oh, that's fun.

I said one more word to Clerivan, who could not hide his embarrassment.

"You've read it. You read it harshly."

His shoulders jerked, then his ears turned red

I had to bite the meat on the inside of my cheek so as not to laugh.

Clerivian, who covered the book with a voice, said in fear, looking at me sitting with a relaxed expression.

"In the beginning, it will be difficult to take classes."

"You will learn many new things!"

I nodded and said cheerfully as if welcoming.

"We don't treat you special because you're young. You will be in the same class as your older cousins from Florentia."

"I think it'll be fun!"

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I'll look smarter next to them!

Excitedly, seeing me running around with my short legs, Clerivan sighed slightly and said, as if giving up.

"...... And not uncle. Call me a teacher."

Finally, the permit is over!

Before Clerivan changed his mind, I immediately replied loudly.

"Yes Master!"

You took classes at the age of seven!

Perhaps the fastest in Lombardy history?

How will Clerivan report what happened today to my grandfather?

Imagination made me feel better, and I laughed at Clerivan.