I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

It was Castor and Duvet in the courtyard.

Now, Caster is just eight years old and is learning the basics of swordsmanship from Du Wei.

From a human perspective, starting to practice swordsmanship at the age of eight is very difficult.

But Castor exists as a fairy, so his physique is far superior to that of a human.

This age is just right for practicing swordsmanship.

Castor saw through Duve's movements; he was as quick and agile as a kitten catching an insect.

They didn't miss a single opportunity.

"Got it!"

"Cast shouted smugly."

It was as if victory was already assured.

next moment.

What I felt in my hand was not the sensation of a direct hit, but rather a strange, powerful force, like an iron clamp, gripping the blade.

"You really don't think I'm that easy to deal with, do you? Caster, you're adorably naive."

"Waaaaah...!"

Before Castor could react...

It felt like the world was spinning and I lost my balance, then I fell backward onto my back.

My whole body felt like it was falling apart and I couldn't move.

"Don't just rush forward whenever you see an opening. There are feints in combat. If you swing your sword without thinking, you'll just be seen as a reckless fool."

Du Wei squatted down in front of Kaster and pointed out the shortcomings.

Castor puffed out his cheeks and flipped himself over with a somersault: "Ugh... Father, Du Wei, you're too strong..."

He changed his mind halfway through his sentence.

From a young age, Castor was raised by Duvey, and the first thing he ever said to him was that he called him his father.

He only changed his tune after being corrected.

However, I still occasionally mispronounce it.

Everyone has made the mistake of accidentally calling their teacher "parents" when they were young, and it's nothing to be ashamed of.

However, Castells still has questions about it.

I was taught about human relationships.

Du Wei is the man she has remembered since she can remember, and also her guardian who has taken care of her daily life step by step.

But why can't we call him father?

Castells still has questions about this.

"Du Wei, can't I call you father? Or do you not like me... so you won't let me call you that?"

"Well..."

Du Wei wore a slightly complicated expression.

Looking at Castor's serious little face, he knew that making excuses here was not a good option.

"First of all, we're not related by blood; I just take care of his daily needs. Besides, I'm not old enough to be a father yet, am I? As for whether I like him or not... do I even need to say that?"

"Ugh...don't pinch my cheeks!!"

"Hahaha, this is the punishment for the loser. He was too careless when swinging his sword. He needs to get rid of this bad habit."

Du Wei smiled and pinched Castor's little face.

In summary, Du Wei believes he is not yet old enough to be a father, and his mental state is still very youthful.

And it's weird that he's called "father" in public.

Every time Castor shouted at him like that, the other women's gazes became inexplicably subtle.

Requesting flowers?

You can feel a strong maternal instinct in it.

The smell of gunpowder is quite strong.

This is also the real reason why Duve made Castells change his mind.

"Hmm...no blood relation...? But I look a lot like Morgan...she's my mother, isn't she...?"

Caster's cheeks were still being pinched by Du Wei.

Du Wei was as amusing as playdough, it really felt like manipulating a doll.

His playful spirit seems to remain forever at fourteen.

You wouldn't guess that he has the mental age of over 100.

"No, don't shout like that in front of her..."

. ... ....

"Why can't I call out? I feel like she looks a lot like me... Ah... Mother is here...!"

Castor reacted like a mouse before a cat.

He immediately hid behind Du Wei.

It's clear she's slightly afraid of Morgan; she's the typical type who's afraid of her mom but close to her dad.

"Cast, be with Duve."

"Mother! I practiced swordsmanship with Father today! I didn't slack off at all!"

Castor sat upright, his body tense.

It was as if they were afraid of being criticized by Morgan.

Morgan's brow furrowed slightly as she uttered the word "mother".

"I am not your mother, and please don't call me that. It makes me shudder... If you can't change your ways, then let me teach you magic myself. It will be very interesting."

"Ugh... I won't do it again next time...!"

Caster huddled trembling beside Duve.

She didn't know why just the way she addressed Morgan would make him react this way.

It feels like I don't like her.

Actually, there were other reasons for this, mainly because Castor looked exactly like King Arthur.

Morgan possessed information about pan-human history.

Being called "mother" by Castor, who resembles her nemesis, certainly made Morgan feel uncomfortable.

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"Don't scare her."

“I understand, it’s just that as she’s grown older, her face is becoming more and more like that of the Knight King.”

Morgan scrutinized and observed Castor.

The discomfort, like being entangled by insects, made Castor tremble all over, and he felt he had to straighten his body at this moment.

She was terrified of Morgan.

I once received intense magic instruction from Morgan, and I still have some psychological trauma from it.

What mother would simply throw her child off a cliff?

Morgan was no less strict.

"Ha, what a loser. How will you ever be able to stand on your own in the future? Let me see how well you've solidified your magic fundamentals later."

"Waaah...no...!"

Castor put on a mournful expression.

But this did not persuade Morgan to change his mind.

No matter how pitiful Castor appeared, he couldn't sway Morgan's mind in the slightest.

This woman is absolutely a ruthless witch!

Castor felt a pang of sorrow.

"Have you forgotten that I also have fairy eyes? Don't reveal your true feelings to me. I'll see if it's necessary to increase your workload later."

"Um... um... yes..."

Poor Castor nodded obediently.