Chapter 19 - Learning Etiquette

It's been almost a week and nothing major has happened Until yesterday.

It was quite foolish for me to think that I had more than a week before my etiquette and home education classes would start. The fact was for some reason my parents were quite hasty when trying to find a tutor for me, and the fact my sister helped them when she came back from the academy did not help at all.

Right now and the next few months shall be torture like no other. I'm supposed to learn from this b*tch in front of?

There was a woman in front of me in her late thirties. She was tall, 5ft 10, with a busty figure and unparalleled curves. She had bright Brown eyes and hair showing her affinity for earth magic.

Both the color of the hair and eyes could indicate the natural affinity someone would have for an element. While some of my family had dirty blond hair and aurora-colored eyes which indicated the affinity towards either water or earth. The dirty blond hair didn't mean anything unless it had a tinge of cyan.

My mom's Sky Blue eyes were a hit that she had an affinity towards Water magic, but mainly ice magic. My grandma and my brothers however had ocean blue eyes which meant they had an affinity to water only.

Having one affinity was much better than having multiple. While having more light seems like a blessing, having one means all your affinity has been focused on a single element, making your control over it unparalleled and good enough to face several mages who have a mix of two or more elements.

Your domination over the element would only be compared to those who have the same amount of affinity as you, meaning it would turn from a battle of power to a battle of experience, control, and fighting style.

While some mages prefer close-quarter combat, others prefer long-range. While some might have been taught on using their magic a certain way, others were taught other ways and so forth. One thing that I neglected to mention is that I had learned that the strength of the magic you use is not only dependent on how much mana you use to fuel the spell but also how efficiently you channel that mana.

But that's a lesson for another day, or at least until I'm able to use magic. Right now I have bigger problems to face.

In Front of me is Miss Whitlock who happens to be my tutor for the next 2 years. Honestly, I haven't said a single word since she came.

For some reason, my father thought the best place for me to learn is in my mother's room? I don't understand the logic behind it, but whatever it is, it ain't working.

This woman looks more elegant and pampered than any noble I have seen in this life and most of my last if you don't count the internet as seeing. I can feel her pride radiate from her as mana. The size of her ego and pride was second only to her huge a*s that can be seen sticking to her baggy clothes as if it had rained beforehand. Nonetheless, she was completely dry. The bright blue dress felt like it was the only thing keeping her attitude in check.... and I'm gonna learn from this freak.

God, I hope she won't try to brainwash me or anything into being her pampered pet. If my parents think bringing a woman like this will allow them to brainwash my child's brain then they are severely mistaken. They would also lose most of my respect but I can't complain right now.

I'm keeping my end of the deal so they better keep there's.

"Child, today I'm going to teach you basic etiquette. How to do a perfect curtsy, bow or even kneel when needed. I'm gonna teach you basic speech patterns for now and when you get older, I'm going to teach you the womanly trick to lure the men in before you get married."

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"Is that understood?" she asked

"Yes Miss" I replied

"Good. Now get up and come here" she said while I complied.

"Do a curtsey"

After telling me what to do without telling me how to do it, I realized this was probably a test to see how far I had gotten with my parents. I held my skirt from both sides while lifting it slightly. I put my left foot behind my right foot, almost as if I was crossing them before bending both knees and looking at the shoes of the women in front of me before straightening my legs and looking up again.

The large a*the woman in front of me looked at me in surprise and then in confusion.

Crap, did I do it wrong? No Way, I saw my sister and mom do it countless times. Then did my parents say anything about me? Maybe they told her of my inability to follow etiquette? Damn assholes trying to make me an egotistical noble.

Don't worry, I'll make your life miserable to the point you will regret every penny you spent on this b*tch

I don't blame you, my beloved parents, I'm just not going to follow your guidance because I don't care.

"Perfect! I didn't think you would know it! Well that saves us a lot of time and effort" she complimented me while giving me a clap and a relieved look.

"One thing your mother told me to teach you was the language and good manners to a certain extent. Since you're barely 4 years old this might take a while, but it will be worth it. Now sit down child and engrave every single word I say into your mind if you don't want a beating."

I did as she asked and for the rest of the day, I just listened to everything she asked while acting as I cared by asking some questions and answering the ones she would ask me.

What I realized is that her soul flame would flicker a certain way every time I got a question right or impressed her, so I made sure to read her flame when asking her certain things and to act in only ways she would like to not miss her off by accident.

For some unknown reason, my memory was almost perfect after I had been reborn. At first, it felt like it was my baby/ child mind absorbing all the information like a sponge, but over time, I realized that probably wasn't the case.

I have no solid proof, but I'd say it's just a gut feeling. Anyway, my almost perfect memory made it easy to learn everything she had taught me for the day. When I had finally gotten out, I saw my mother looking at me expectantly, as if she was expecting it to take a single day to make me more tolerable of others.

I stared at her back before saying, "Where's dad, I wanna learn swordsmanship now. That lesson was so boring i almost fell asleep"

My mothers looked disappointed for a few seconds before shrugging and pointing me outside in the direction of the backyard.

When I got there, I saw my father sitting in the middle of the grassy area with his legs crossed. The moment he noticed me he had gotten up and gave me a wooden sword.

"Today we're going to learn stances, the basics of striking and a sword or any other weapon you see comfortable with. I am going to teach you the basics of every main weapon types first before giving you an option to choose." He said before giving me a long sword made out of wood.

"First of all, this is a longsword. You use both your hands to hold it. The sword is good for both attacking and defending. While you can attack with much power, it will be slightly slow compared to other weapons. To defend, you can both block and parry the attackers weapons. The sword is excellent for close to medium range combat becoming more useless the further away the enemy gets so be careful." he stated

"I'm going to teach you the basics of using a longsword for the next two weeks. I'm not going to go easy on you. the best way to learn is to break down and build back up."

My father got into a stance before asking me "ready?".. I quickly copied his stance imperfectly before kicking the dirt under my feet and lunging at him with full force.