They don't want me to try anymore.

The Cromwell children never bowed their heads on the battlefield, and the same was true when it came to seizing men!

Staring at the delicate little cake on the table, Luvia secretly vowed:

I must, I absolutely must become a gentle and considerate woman!

If that doesn't work, then... then we'll use the last resort!

Richard, who was standing next to him, blinked.

Was it just his imagination? He had a feeling that the Sword Saint's expression at that moment looked like she was about to charge forward, sword in hand, into the abyss to slay demons...

Tsk, stereotype, no offense intended.

In short, in this delicate balance, the airship traversed thousands of miles and arrived at the imperial capital.

Because they could not and dared not fly directly to the palace, the airship began to slowly descend from a distance of considerable distance from the city.

Richard looked down through the glass and saw the dots become more and more concrete, transforming into bustling streets, magnificent palaces, towering city walls, and churches that soared into the sky. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

Idaril, half the world...

Grandpa's back!

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Today's update will be a little late.

My supervisor said they're going to reconvene the group meeting. If I don't do some experiments and process the data soon, I'm doomed...

In summary, I'm not home during the day, so I can only update at night.

Adding words, adding words, adding words, adding purple sweet potato, not purple sweet potato, not purple sweet potato, not purple sweet potato, not purple sweet potato, not Thanos, not purple sweet potato, not purple sweet potato, not word count, adding words.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Female Sword Saint Unleashed a Stealth Absorption!

After disembarking from the airship, Alice said goodbye to Richard.

Richard understood and was pleased with the haste, because he saw Alice handling various letters in an orderly manner on the road—something the former artsy girl would never have done—and he sincerely felt the girl's growth.

It seems she really learned from the experience in the simulation.

Perhaps even without relying on herself, she could have resolved the coup attempt by her uncle and become a qualified empress?

Thinking about it, I feel a strange sense of accomplishment.

With these expectations in mind, Richard returned to Saint-Gobain.

Midway through, Luvia also parted ways with him and went to find the witch principal alone—after all, she had a special status and had to greet him before coming and going.

Richard went straight back to his dormitory, collapsed onto his bed, and tried to relieve the fatigue of his journey by sleeping.

The next day, he went to his teacher to submit his assignment and collect his credits. He also stuffed all the local specialties into Professor Arno's office, giving the latter a taste of what a flavorful youth is like.

During this time, Richard clearly sensed that there were more people spying on and gossiping about him than before...

"That's the Targaryen of Connaught?"

"Not only did he defeat Senior Linda, but he also wiped out the Empty Man Cult in Nion City? He's practically a protagonist from a novel!"

"This junior seems even more charming than before!"

"And he's already at the Silver rank, he's an absolute genius!"

Besides these verbal exchanges, he also received dozens of letters, including love letters and thank-you notes from Nyon, who apparently posthumously awarded him the title of Outstanding Citizen after his departure.

Well, after the duel incident, Richard was already used to these things; he would just give perfunctory answers when necessary and politely decline when appropriate.

But there are some things he still needs to take seriously.

For example, at noon, the clerk made a special trip to the school to bring him a letter from Henry II.

The letter mainly contained Henry II's detailed inquiries about his current situation, and was full of concern and worry. Richard put himself in his son's shoes; if his own son were studying abroad and constantly fighting with others and encountering terrorist attacks, he would probably be furious too.

So in his reply, he patiently answered all of his father's questions.

At the end of the letter, he also included the last bit of money he had received from Nyon, hoping that Henry II would use it to establish a charitable organization specifically to help those injured by the Standard Fruit Company.

Meeting David in a foreign land was a pleasant surprise, but Richard didn't want Connaught to have any more surprises like that.

at the same time.

In Principal Hela's office.

"Little Luvia? Your return is quite sudden. But welcome! The school has added a lot of new things in the past few years, you can help check them out..."

"Oh? You have a question you'd like to ask? Sure~ I love hearing girls' little secrets~"

"Hmm... how can I become more gentle and considerate?"

Completely surprised by this question, Hela paused for a moment, but immediately, she grinned mischievously, lightly tapping her full lips with her index finger, and her alluring eyes swept over Luvia.

"Little Luvia, this isn't just a regular request for advice~"

Luvia sighed softly and turned to leave.

When facing anyone other than Richard, she reverts to the ruthless sword of the empire, clearly unwilling to be toyed with.

"Hey, hey, don't rush, I didn't say I wouldn't help!"

The witch Hela smiled and pulled Luvia to an armchair, then sat back down behind her desk, her long, black-stockinged legs crossed and rubbing together. She rested her pointed chin on her hands and said softly:

"If you really want to become more gentle and considerate, you can try to consider things from the other person's perspective first."

Luvia's eyelashes trembled slightly: "From the other person's perspective..."

"Yes, that's right, but it's not just that."

Hela recalled the many things she had seen and heard throughout her long life, and said with a slightly more emphasis:

“Gentle and lovely girls are indeed wonderful. Not to mention ordinary men, even I, your older sister, like them. But little Luvia, you must never belittle yourself out of envy or jealousy.”

"I will not."

Luvia's answer was very straightforward.

"Hmm, that's the arrogance befitting the Sword of the Empire. But what I'm trying to say is, no one can become another person. If you want to attract a truly suitable boy, besides learning to be gentle and considerate, you also need to appropriately utilize your strengths~"

Hela nodded slightly, her vision immediately filled with the magnificent mountain range.

Well, the fact that you can't see your toes when you look down is a remarkable advantage.

"Put yourself in someone else's shoes and leverage your strengths..."

Luvia murmured to herself, having gained some insight.

"Looks like my words helped you? That's great. By the way, would you mind if I asked who that person was? Or rather, who you've been telling me to keep an eye on..."

Before Hela could finish speaking, Luvia had already disappeared through the doorway.

"...Honestly, you've already asked, why be shy? Besides, you're moving too fast; the arrangements for welcoming us and the tour haven't even been discussed yet..."

over the next few days.

The news of Luvia's return to her alma mater spread throughout St. Goethe, overshadowing the buzz in Nyon.

But Richard didn't become any more idle.

On this day, during a group practical lesson.

"Hey Richard, did you really fight alongside Luvia in Nion?"

The speaker was named Ryan, from the Kingdom of Segar, a small country next to Connaught, just like Hamilton's hometown, the Grand Duchy of Cantau.

Ryan's relationship with Hamilton was already lukewarm, but after Hamilton was expelled from school, he quickly started talking to Richard.

Richard put down his training staff and replied, "Well, you could say that!"

"I'm so envious..."

The one who interrupted was another classmate next to him. He wiped the ice shards from his face that had been splashed by the failed spell and exclaimed, "If I could get to know Senior Luvia, I wouldn't have to worry about my future in the Empire."

"Speaking of which, although my senior has returned to school this time, she hasn't shown up much except for the welcome ceremony the day before yesterday. I haven't been able to see her face clearly, and I'm really itching to see her."

Ryan replied, "Maybe she was afraid of disrupting the normal teaching order? But I heard she taught two classes for the swordsmen class yesterday. Sigh, we magic students probably don't get that kind of treatment."

"Shouldn't she at least give another speech? Something to inspire us to study hard and serve His Majesty. Tsk tsk, I don't know what she's always busy with..."

Giving a speech... I guess that woman would just reject it outright?

If she's forced into this situation, she might just draw her sword and chop off a corner of the podium, then tell the students below, "Anyone who doesn't study hard will be cut off with this podium!"

Hmm, maybe this will actually work!

Despite his complaints, Richard was actually a little confused.

Why hasn't Luvia come to see him these past few days? This isn't like a primitive person!

That's when Lady Shiji and Chou Juanbao were in the same room, and Aragaki Yui was riding in the same carriage with Little John—how could they possibly resist taking a bite?

To be honest, sometimes people just get itchy. Richard was clearly afraid that Luvia would suddenly attack and tie him up on the road, but now he's curious and wants to take the initiative to see her.