Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End[1-200]

Chapter 90: The Elder's Teachings

Roel was feeling rather conflicted inside—or would embarrassed be a more appropriate word? This must be how a child stumbling upon his father playing as a female vtuber would feel.

Alright, the metaphor might be a little too realistic, and the sense of humiliation Roel was feeling at the moment was about the same!

「9th March, sunny.

Today's Victoria wore the attire of a nun while treating the children's wounds. She was so cute even though her measurements haven't changed at all over the past three years.」

Roel stared at the criminally disposed man writing in his diary with eyes filled with scorn, almost as if he was looking at the vilest scum of society. He wondered if he should spit on the latter to fully express the contempt he held.

"Ah, about this, hahaha... It's the price of my magic, so you need not pay it any heed."

Noticing the disdain dripping from Roel's gaze, the embarrassed Ponte quickly began explaining himself.

Ponte's Evolution Pathway was Chronicler from Brolne's Wisdom Origin Attribute. It was an advancement belonging to the Hextongue Faction. On the battlefield, Ponte was capable of calmly toying with his enemies, seemingly in full control of the situation. However, all that dashing performances came at a bitter price—writing this embarrassing, perverted diary.

To make matters worse, he had to complete his journal entries before the eyes of another, and he was disallowed from destroying the diaries he had written.

In the past, he had always written it before his pupil, Victoria, which led to her having a tight grasp over his weaknesses. Fortunately, Victoria was the type of person who looked imposing on the surface but was a softie inside. Not to mention, she was fond of Ponte too, so she could be trusted with this matter.

Listening to Ponte's woes, Roel couldn't help but remember the entire shelf of diaries he found in the modern-day Labyrinth Villa, and he suddenly felt a great deal of sympathy for this ancestor of his. Ponte probably would never have imagined that this embarrassing history of his would remain safely guarded in this study even a hundred years later.

After ending their conversation, Roel and Ponte finished up their tea before heading back to check-in with Victoria and Nora. To their surprise, they stumbled upon a particularly disturbing discussion.

"Actually, I'm not having much progress on my side either."

"Heh, hoping for them to make a move is almost the same as wishing for pigs to fly. Listen to me, you need to be force... Ah, you are back."

Seeing the two Ascart boys walking into the room, Victoria hurriedly halted her teachings and directed a winsome smile at the pair. However, Ponte and Roel only felt a chill running down their spines.

"What did the two of you talk about?"

"Nothing much... just the future of our bloodline."

Victoria's response invoked a deep red blush on Nora's face. On the other hand, Roel and Ponte second-guessed their initial doubts.

Yeah, I must have been hearing things. There's no way that the respected members of royalty would be interested in discussing such mundane matters!

Roel thought to himself with a smile, and Ponte also set his heart at ease.

It was soon to be lunchtime and Victoria and Ponte wanted to have a good meal with their newly-found kin. Considering that they were in the midst of war, there was no way their meals could be luxurious, but it was at least still filling and nourishing. It was especially good for Roel, who had lost quite a bit of blood recently.