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"Sister, what is this?"
Enrique, who was sitting next to me looking at a picture book, came up to me and asked. In the past, I used to compulsively read only books that helped my grades, but recently I often opened up picture books that children his age would like.
I looked at the large circle pointed by the little finger and shook my head.
"What? It's my first time seeing it."
"Is there something you don't know?"
"Of course. And since this is a secret, there's nothing particularly good about showing that you know a lot."
"Why?"
"People are intellectuals... No, it's a nuisance to treat it like a knowledge warehouse. Especially if you have a good impression. If you want to show off what you know, give a lecture. Don't give it away for free. Got it?"
The youngest in our family was kind and cute, not like Seymour, so I often shed blood and fat life hacks.
'Early education is important.'
Enrique blinked his big eyes as if he didn't quite understand me, and I looked into the picture book, stroking my soft hair lightly.
"Well, let's guess what the circle that Enrique is curious about is..."
The book the child sees is an imperial folk painting, the table of contents and the surrounding commoners eat it. Looking at the pictures, it looked like food.
"Ah! This is a crêpe."
I couldn't recognize it at a glance because it was completely different from the crêpe that the nobles eat.
It seems that commoners here spread crêpes as large and round as possible on New Year's Day and share them with their families.
"Crêpe?"
"Yeah, the giant crêpe, we're supposed to eat together in the middle of the New Year."
"Oh, I see. That's what it is."
Enrique looked at the picture book again as if he had solved his curiosity, and in the meantime, I leaned on the sofa and meditated.
Recently, I stopped socializing and stayed at home in order to recover. At the time of the battle with the demon, the divine power, which was filled like sea water, was exhausted like a dry desert by using the power that exceeded the limit at once.
'The recovery rate is too slow.'
Still, there's no need to be impatient because it's slowly returning as filling a bathtub with water ...
While calming my mind and quietly checking my body, Enrique's nanny came to the annex. He seemed to be getting along well with his new nanny, as Enrique didn't say much.
"What's going on?"
"It is time for the master to receive tutoring."
"Tutoring?"
"Yes, I said I wanted to. Swordsmanship tutoring."
Enrique interrupted.
"Why did you suddenly want to learn swordsmanship?"
"I want to be strong. More than the magic swordsman duke. I will protect the empire with my sister later!"
With big eyes twinkling, Enrique declared.
