Chapitre 4: Ordinary Day on The Duke's House
"Still too slow young miss," I said while swinging my wooden dagger.
"Shut up!" She said while swinging his wooden sword.
"Not bad, but still," I disarmed her using my hand, "too readable," as her sword flew out of her hand.
"I can't beat you," Maria said.
"Well, I can't beat you in magic either," I said while wiping my sweat with a cloth.
We trained each other because we repelled trespassers last year. I used my dagger while she used her magic.
"Young madam, may I change my clothes?" I asked her.
"Yes, you may, please prepare the afternoon tea," she said.
"I understand, then excuse me," I said while I entered the mansion.
For the past two years, our relationship was more like a childhood friend than a master and servant relationship.
I changed my clothes to a butler outfit then headed straight through the kitchen.
In the kitchen, there was a magic stove and a large pot that might fit my entire body. I saw Elena cooking some soup.
While wiping the teapot and the teacup, I asked her, "What is the content of that pot?"
While sipping the stew, she answered, "A lamb soup. What are you doing?"
"As you can see, I'm preparing the tea for young miss," as I poured the hot water to the pot.
As she stirred the soup, she asked me, "How was the swordsmanship training?"
"She is getting better, but still too slow in my opinion," as I placed the cup and the sweets in the tray.
"See you later, mom," as I left the kitchen with a tray in my hand.
I walked through the hallway of the mansion. It was a big hallway with a lot of expensive-looking painting. There was a lot of magic-powered [Glow] lamp. The floor is covered with red wool carpet and decorated with plants.
I went out to the garden and saw young miss sitting in one of the tables out there. She was already wearing her everyday outfit, A white shirt with a long blue skirt. The table is located near the flower garden that my father take care of.
If she wasn't my master and I wasn't 5 years old, I would marry her. One sentence to describe her: angel descended to earth.
She waved her hand and exposed his almost bleached skin, "Wilson, over here!"
I approached the table and put down the tray on the table, "young miss, you shouldn't raise your voice like that."
"Ok Wilson, I'm just messing with you," she said with a smirk.
"You're really a problematic child, aren't you?" I said.
I poured the tea and asked her, "one cube or two cubes?"
"Not at all, thanks," she said while gulping down her tea. She added, "have you get appraised yet?"
"Appraised? By who?" I asked with a confused look.
"The church hasn't heard of it?" She asked with full enthusiasm.
The church? Hell, I'm not even Christian. I've never gone to the church in my entire life, and I'm not planning to go there in my second life.
"Church? What does the church want with me?" I asked with a fake smile, but I could see that she could see my fake smile.
While rubbing my head, she asked, "What with that fake smile?"
"Ahh, nothing," I said.
"Do you want to come with me?" She said with glaring eyes.
Trying to make an excuse, "but young miss, do you have any better companion better than your own servant?"
"Why? You don't like me?" She asked.
I tried to come with an excuse, "It's not like that. It's just...." Maria put her index finger on my lips.
"Don't try to make an excuse Wilson I know what you're thinking, besides this is my father's command," she said while smiling.
"I understand," I nodded.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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