Moreover, they couldn’t assign a swordsmanship or magic major as a private tutor for Bonita, so the number of suitable candidates would be around thirty.

Even that number would decrease if they excluded those who dropped out.
For a teenager about to enter the academy, it would be understandable, but it was rare for someone who had graduated from the academy to volunteer as a private tutor for a seven-year-old child. Moreover, most of the students in the Department of Politics were usually nobles who would become heirs of their respective families from the Empire.

Adding to the already confusing conditions, there was another issue. Luke wanted a private tutor from the Aleph Kingdom, not the Empire.

The Empire and the Kingdom had different languages and cultures. Although they shared the same writing system, the way they read it was completely different.

It had to be a local person responsible for the child’s overall etiquette and education, not a male swordsmanship instructor. This was essential for Bonita’s adaptation.

“Are you hesitating?”

“Well…”

Luke recalled his own childhood. He couldn’t remember well, but his tutors were usually either the wives of some noble family or males below the rank of a noble’s second son.

At least the swordsmanship instructor was from the academy’s Department of Swordsmanship.

“Usually… do you get recommendations through connections?”

“That’s right.”

Luke contemplated. Aria once again lightly tapped his side.

“What have you been thinking since earlier?”

“I’m right here.”

“What?”

“The candidate for Bonita’s private tutor!”

At Aria’s exclamation, Luke slowly opened and closed his eyes.

It was a candidate he had never considered.

“Nonsense.”

“Why is it nonsense?”

“That’s obvious.”

Luke, about to give a reason, soon closed his mouth.

…Come to think of it, there was no particular reason why it couldn’t be done. Aria Hilton was also a noble’s darling.

Judging from her behavior at the restaurant and tea time, she seemed to be well-versed in noble etiquette. Perhaps she learned a bit of history, simple arithmetic, and some foreign languages as part of her education.

Moreover, Bonita liked Aria.

By this point, she was a perfectly suitable teacher for a seven-year-old. The initial opposition seemed completely meaningless.

“All right.”

As expected, Luke’s expression changed constantly, and Aria clenched her fist at the decisive moment.

It was almost like overcoming a hurdle.

“Okay, fine. At least you can teach etiquette.”

In fact, many nobles unintentionally learned etiquette by observing their parents. Since they spent the most time together, it was inevitable.

If Bonita were a son, Luke would have taught the child directly.

However, female and male etiquettes were entirely different. Assigning Bonita to the somewhat capricious Catherine was also not very reassuring.

In the end, the only suitable candidate was this strangely sly woman in front of him.

“But it would be better to find an appropriate teacher for the rest. When I asked last time, it was recommended to start with teaching letters.”

Even if she didn’t know about cultural subjects, learning letters was essential in noble society. Even for commoners working in noble families, literacy was an important criterion.
Especially among most noble children, they begin to recognize characters at around the age of five, so at seven, Bonita was quite late. Aria, who shared a similar opinion with Luke, asked, “Shall we inquire with Viscountess Hyacinth?” Since the viscountess has three children, there must be a known private tutor. Luke hesitated for a moment, then nodded, “No. I plan to request Oliver.” Aria’s smile disappeared upon hearing his words. Oliver Delphinium. A man with a gentle face and a lively personality, he was Luke’s younger brother. If it weren’t for Bonita, he would have been the next duke. He was also a person with a very high probability of being the one who harmed the real Aria. Aria tried to open her mouth to dissuade him, but she couldn’t find a suitable excuse.
“Your younger brother made it seem like he killed your daughter and kidnapped her? On what grounds? It’s fortunate if he doesn’t get treated like a madman.” Aria bit her lip hard, tasting the thick flavor of blood. Her face distorted for a moment. Luke, who was looking ahead, didn’t catch that expression. He calmly spoke to the now silent Aria, “Come to think of it, Oliver becoming a uncle to Bonita seems fitting. It might be good to ask about the private tutor and consider inviting him as a duke.”