Under the downpour of questions, Mayana stared at Ash with a bewildered expression. She had no idea what Ariante was studying, how much she had studied. Since Professor Beamon quit, Ariante hadn’t uttered a word near the study room…

“I don’t know, Mr. Lauren.”

Ash squinted his eyes.

“Cedric said if I asked you about the child, you would know everything. Seems Cedric is mistaken.”

As he stared at her, Mayana felt a subtle anger.

Isn’t this completely provocative? Although Ash didn’t say anything more after the comment, the look in his eyes was undoubtedly accusatory.

Mayana spoke.

Honestly, I thought the Lady didn’t need to study so much… Last time, partly due to the excessive strictness of the governess, and more than anything, because the Lady is not even ten years old.”

At that moment, Ash chuckled slightly, raising his eyebrows.

“Aren’t you curious about your educational philosophy?”

You must be joking. Mayana thought. Ash, after leaning as if to get up, tilted his body in the opposite direction and chuckled softly. Although he didn’t say anything more after the comment ‘Cedric seems to be mistaken,’ the look in his eyes was undoubtedly accusatory.

Mayana said.
“Comparing me to someone who makes a child sit in front of a desk all day, copying and writing, is too absurd and even amusing, isn’t it?”

This time, Mayana couldn’t help but have a strained expression. She didn’t openly treat Professor Beamon and Ash the same, but it was true that she had been thinking that way. She even considered that Ash might do more unreasonable things than Professor Beamon.

“I admit that I don’t know much about the Lady’s studies. But what you just said… Does she really need to learn things like history and composition from now?”

“Then when should she learn?”

Mayana’s eyes blinked quietly.

Ash continued, “Answer me, Mayana Doston. When would you, in particular, teach a child such things? At ten? Twelve? Fifteen? Is there a set age for learning history, learning composition, learning swordsmanship, and drawing?”

“It’s not like that…”

“Anyway, humans are destined to study endlessly from birth. Not only humans, but also birds and cats. How to fly, how to walk, how to run, how to quickly get up when you fall. If you think that learning these things is different from learning composition, you are greatly mistaken. Learning to say ‘Give my regards to your late grandfather in the teacup,’ to an annoying guy is no different from learning to use classical grammar. It’s about learning new expressions. The important thing is how you teach.”

Around that time, Mayana was so shocked that she almost dropped her jaw. Now the question wasn’t whether she could endure Ariante, but whether she could really entrust a child to such a person…

“Mayana!”

At that moment, Ariante’s lively voice crossed the living room and reached the two. Holding a different cookie in each hand, Ariante hopped over like a baby goat. When she saw the stranger sitting in front of her table, Ariante stopped in her tracks.

“Who are you?”

It was a question for Mayana, but she was still in a state of shock from Ash’s remark about the teacup and couldn’t answer quickly.

Ariante didn’t rush to Mayana, as she usually did. As Ash stood up, Ariante, with the cookies in her hands, twitched and looked at him with a cautious expression.

“You’re Cedric’s daughter.”

Ariante blinked her eyes, slightly bowed her knees while still holding the cookies. However, her gaze remained fixed on Ash, and the tension, like a coiled cat, was still present.

“I’m Ariante Wyvernfell.”
“Well, really? I’m Ash Lauren.”

Lowering his body, Ash sat down in front of Ariante. Meanwhile, Mayana was in the midst of being astonished by his voice, which had become completely different and gentle. Although she knew for a moment that it couldn’t be true, she couldn’t help but think if he had a split personality… Ash’s attitude towards Ariante was completely different.