Sicar didn’t refuse. He entrusted his hand to Kian.

While melting Sicar’s hand, Kian spoke softly.

“Why is Mother teaching such dangerous things?”

“Because now your mother needs to protect her own body.”

“I’ll protect Mother.”

“You’re saying childish things. You should know that you can’t always be by your mother’s side. To protect your mother, you must always be prepared for emergencies.”
“Then, please kindly let Mother know more gently.”

“…I’m already explaining it kindly.”

“They say even whales dance when praised. It would be nice if you could teach while praising.”

‘This mouse droplet is negotiating again as a condition for melting the cold.’

Sicar, holding back a sigh, spoke.

“Just tell me what you want, simply. If you’re going to do it, be specific.”

“Please compliment Mother while teaching her.”

Kian imitated an adult’s voice.

“Specifically, it would be nice if you said, ‘Madam, you really seem to be able to do anything.'”

Sicar made a surprised expression toward Kian.

“I guarantee you, if I act so slick, your mother will run away.”

“T-Then, please tell her with a smile.”

“I haven’t used a smile.”

“But you haven’t smiled, so please tell her with a smile. Then I’ll melt your shoes for you.”

Sicar, exhaling a long sigh involuntarily, went to Yura, sitting next to Vika, and smiled while glancing at Kian, then said.

“Madam.”

Yura’s expression, facing Sicar’s smile, seemed to say, ‘Is this person crazy? Why is he smiling like that?’

Nevertheless, Yura put on a guarded expression.

“Where does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt, but it seems like it might. Anyway, Madam, I’ll kindly teach you.”

“Why are you talking like that?”

“It’s because Kian said it would be nice if we looked affectionate. Can you cooperate?”

“Kian?”

“Yeah, Kian.”

‘If that’s the case, I guess I have to cooperate.’

Yura, although reluctant, smiled broadly at Sicar.

“W-Well, okay? Then let’s laugh together.”

As Sicar watched Yura laughing alone, he felt that the situation was quite absurd.

Vika, who had bright ears, heard all the conversations between Sicar and Yura, not just Kian.

‘The Madam and the young master are busy for each other.’

Vika yawned as if bored.

“I’ll leave now. I can’t stand it anymore because it’s awkward.”

Until Vika turned and left, Kian and Sicar didn’t pay attention to Vika’s words, still busy teaching Yura how to use the wand.

“When using the wand, you need to concentrate well. Madam.”

“So, that means I still don’t understand the part about concentrating well. Duke.”

“When throwing a ball, if you don’t know where to throw it and throw it randomly, it will be difficult to hit the target, right? Right now, you’re throwing magic everywhere because you’re throwing it wherever your hand goes.”

After saying that much, Sicar looked at Kian, and their eyes met. Kian’s gaze was like saying, ‘Please praise me already.’

So, Sicar sighed and said once again.

“Of course, Madam is doing very well, but it would be nice if you could put in a little more effort.”
After finishing his words, Sicar made a gesture towards Kian, as if saying it was time. In response, Kian nodded with satisfaction.

Whether it was to please Sicar or Yura, Sicar’s hand went involuntarily to his temple as if he were a troubled person. Yura, not knowing what signal was passing between them, nodded as if she understood.

“Now that you’ve explained it that way, I understand. I think I know what you’re talking about now.”

“Then let’s try it again. Madam.”

Yura took hold of the wand again, targeting an object about the size of a baseball bat and as wide as a baseball bat.

Although she didn’t hit the center completely as Sicar instructed, she could hit the stick.

“If you hit the center, you could split the target in two. However, since the target you’ve chosen, Madam, is unlikely to stay still like this stick, let’s practice concentrating on hitting a moving target.”

The simulation summoned in this way was round objects the size of basketballs. They flew around as if they had wings.

“If you practice hitting these balls every day, you’ll eventually be able to handle the wand skillfully.”

Yura bit her lip and said, feeling as if Sicar had summoned basketballs just to tease her.

“But people aren’t as small as these balls, are they? Don’t you think it’s too difficult?”

Sicar turned the small ball here and there as he spoke.

“If someone summons spirits or other magic, the size will be much smaller than this ball, so you’ll need to practice hitting even smaller targets later, Madam.”

Yura, who had only thought of people, sighed again, recalling that the king’s closest aides were summoners and magicians.

“Got it. Let’s give it a try. If you teach me well.”

Yura smiled as she spoke, but behind that smile was an implicit threat that said, ‘Let’s see what happens if you don’t teach me properly.’

Sicar understood the meaning of the threat in Yura’s tone and sighed. Summoning a small simulation ball again, he held it in his hand and bounced it, saying jokingly,

“Since you asked me to teach you well, let’s raise the difficulty a bit. Would you like to try hitting this one, Madam?”

Even hitting something the size of a basketball was difficult, but Sicar watched as Yura gritted her teeth and picked up the wand. Then, Kian approached Yura with a bright smile.

“I’ll help you, Mother.”

“Huh?”

As if to show it well, Kian took Yura’s hand, wielded the wand, and the magic fired from the wand hit the ball Sicar was holding accurately.

However, what flew from Kian’s hand was not just the magic from the wand. The fire spirit that Kian summoned was also there.

The fire spirit slightly singed Sicar’s hair and disappeared.

It was also the price of making fun of his mother. Kian opened his eyes wide as if it were a mistake.
“Sir Duke, I’m sorry. It was my mistake to shoot the fire just now.”

Even though he said it was a mistake, Kian’s expression, smiling slyly, was a lie that anyone could see through.