Chapter 118: An Unexpected Guest (3)

Chapter 118: An Unexpected Guest (3)

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Since becoming a disciple of the melody pianist Merhen, her skills had improved by leaps and bounds.

Her sensitivity had sharpened to the extent of detecting even the slightest changes in air pressure through Schema, and her fingers were leaping over the piano keys at a speed invisible to the eye.

Reina's performance, even acclaimed by the royals, was magnificent.

But it was nothing but murderous noise to Rian, who had often lost sleep to those sounds since childhood.

"Damn it, the witch has gotten stronger. But that wont kill a human."

Reina seemed oblivious to everything but the sound of her performance.

The pout of her lower lip was a clear sign of her intense concentration.

Her hair was disheveled, possibly from staying up all night, and her eyes were bleary.

Wearing only panties, her thighs were fully exposed.

In fact, she had been playing the piano for 17 hours straight.

She was struggling with a famously difficult requiem from the continent, having hit a recent snag.

For an artist, a barrier is both a curse and a blessing, as it often appears right before a significant improvement in skill.

In such cases, Reina often stayed up all night for days, overcoming these barriers.

Rian glimpsed a new hope.

If he could sneak into the room undetected and gather his things, he could escape through the window or break down the wall if necessary.

"Okay, stay calm. I'm going back home."

Rian slowly moved along the blind spot of the grand piano.

The plan would be a resounding success if he could just make it to the stairs.

Of course, Reina was perched right on top of his head.

The moment Rian's eyes lit up with hope, Reina abruptly stopped playing, as always.

"Ah, damn it."

Without even shifting her gaze, Reina spoke.

"You, what have you been doing since a while ago? Do they teach you how to be a clown at the swordsmanship academy these days?"

"Tch, if you saw, you should at least pretend you knew. And what's with that look? A grown maiden playing the piano in her panties? Don't insult art."

"Youre provoking me again, huh? You really haven't had enough yet."

Despite her threatening words, Reina started by picking up her skirt.

Only her family knew that the more stressed she got during practice, the more clothes she took off.

"Kekeke, even in front of your brother, you feel embarrassed, huh? Ouch!"

The moment Rian burst into laughter, Reina's foot struck his face.

Despite his diligent training, Rian was still unable to react in time.

"Damn. What the hell are you doing? Ptooey!"

As Rian spat out, Reina extended her hand.

"Give it here, your report card."

Rian's face stiffened.

What he feared had finally come.

"Why the heck are you so obsessed with my report card? I'm grown up now. Ouch!"

Reina yanked his ear as she shouted.

"Youre not giving it? Want to die today?"

"Alright, alright! Here, here!"

Rian pulled the report card from his pocket and threw it on the floor.

Then he ran off to his room without looking back.

"Ugh! That kid really hasn't had enough. When will he ever grow up."

Reina picked up the report card and unfolded it.

Scores for training subjects were listed in order, with the total number of students and his overall ranking at the end.

Reina's hands trembled as she saw the ranking.

Last place!

Not just second to last, but actually dead last.

'Impossible. He tries hard even if he's pathetic.'

Reina turned the report card over to check the comments from the dedicated teacher.

Her eyes widened in shock as she read.

"Ah, I heard there's an eldest brother in the Ogent family. What does he do?"

"Um, I am not at liberty to speak on that matter. Just know he's a 6th-grade official swordsman. It would be best not to bring up the eldest son in the main house."

"Ah, I see."

Considering the Ogent family's nature, they didn't seem like a family that would have conflicts. Still, if it was a topic to be avoided, it might be a political matter.

"Is Rian doing well? Ill see him soon anyway."

Temuran's response was the shortest so far.

"He hasnt contacted us for half a year."

"Hahaha! That's so like Rian."

During their pleasant conversation, the carriage entered the woods.

Shirone opened the window to enjoy the scenery of his hometown. The colorful forest seemed to welcome his return.

The carriage entered the yard of Shirone's house, the very place where Temuran had come to fetch him before.

"Thank you for the ride. I'll visit again soon."

"It was merely my duty. Have a good time."

Shirone turned with excitement in his heart. The sight of the humble but familiar log house brought fresh emotions.

'Thank you. Ill be filial during the vacation.'

As he approached the house, thoughts of his parents filled his mind more and more. His mother, who had endured so much, and his father, who hadn't hesitated to kneel to send him to the magic academy.

Shirone opened the door, shouting with emotion.

"Mom! Dad!"

"Hahaha! Right, right! Beer goes best with pork!"

"Does Father think so, too? I find beer doesn't go well with lamb."

"Exactly. Lamb has a gamey taste that ruins the flavor of the drink. Come on, let's have another drink!"

Shirone stood dumbfounded, looking at the living room.

He was surprised by the festive atmosphere, but what really shocked him was the burly boy sharing drinks with Vincent. Rian had grown taller and cut his hair short, but his robust appearance was unmistakably Rian.

"Shirone! Youre here!"

Rian jumped up. But Vincent was the fastest to rush over.

As Vincent embraced him, the smell of alcohol was overwhelming. He must have drunk quite a lot.

"My son! Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Uh, you stink with alcohol. Whats going on? Why is Rian here?"

"Hes been staying for two days to see you. He helped with chopping wood and went hunting with me. Wasnt it fun, Rian?"

"Hahaha! Of course, Father! A true man should know how to hunt!"

Shirone was dumbfounded. The father he knew wouldn't casually interact with a noble's child.

What kind of camaraderie had developed over two days that led to an early drinking session between the two?

Shirone, escaping from Vincents booze-scented embrace, shouted at Rian.

"You were out of touch, right? Did you stop by your house before coming here?"

"No, why go to the main house? This is where my lord lives. Isnt that right, Father?"

"Stop joking! What trouble have you caused now?"

"What trouble could I have caused?"

Rian pretended ignorance, but his face said it all. It wasnt that he didnt go home; he couldnt.

Shirone sighed and entered the living room.

'Ah, this is not what I expected...'

His anticipated family reunion had turned into a drinking session. However, seeing his father's thinner appearance, he felt relieved that he could at least prevent him from crying.

"Ah, Shirone, you're here. Come here, my baby."

Olina embraced Shirone with her warm arms.

Indeed, the only thing reliable in the world seemed to be his mother. Finally, Shirone could share the greeting he had longed for.

"Mom, you must have had a hard time while I was away. I'm sorry."

"What hard time? The Ogent family helped a lot."

Olina patted Shirone's back while casting a sidelong glance at Vincent, displeased with him being drunk when his son had returned after six months.

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