Should I raise you too?

Course already scheduled: Combat Level 5

Miss Elisa rubbed her hands together, a sinister smile on her face.

Since it's a combat class, it's normal for them to beat you up, right?

How can you take a combat class without getting beaten up?

Serves you right for lowering my intimacy level! Serves you right for saying I have small breasts! Today I'll show you what I'm capable of!

"Please instill spirituality."

Elisa did not hesitate; it was normal for extraordinary items to require spiritual activation.

She reached out her finger, tapped the light screen, and infused it with spirituality.

She felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her.

Stay alert, offer no resistance, and Elisa enters the dream.

She found herself in a grayish-white space, where the male servant Simon, dressed in pajamas, was looking around in confusion.

Got you!

Die!

Elisa charged forward, fists raised.

Chapter 12 Who are you calling a red-eyed golden retriever!

Just as Miss Elisa's fist was about to land on Simon, a notification screen appeared.

"Beating students is prohibited!"

There was no beating involved. It was just a necessary part of the teaching. To learn fighting, you have to learn to take a beating first!

Miss Elisa twisted the meaning and continued to swing her fist.

Huh?

Her fist passed right through Simon's body, as if passing through a curtain of light.

"Teacher, what are you doing?" The male servant took two steps back, looking at her in astonishment.

Teacher? This dreamlike classroom even comes with its own scenario? Here, we're not in a master-servant relationship, but a teacher-student relationship? Elisa pondered.

Dreams are an extremely important area in mysticism, and also one of the most mysterious areas. Elisa does not have any dream-related techniques, but she has learned some basic knowledge from her teacher.

She raised her fist again: "Good student, don't move, I won't hurt you... Don't run away!"

Elisa caught up with Simon and tried punches, elbows, knees, leg sweeps, takedowns, back throws, cross arm locks, ankle locks, rear naked chokes, triangle chokes, and head chokes, but none of them landed on him.

Damn it! Can't I even throw a couple of punches at him?!

"Beating students is prohibited!" This sign is not just a reminder, but also a rule.

"To manipulate the rules of dreams at will is a bit scary," Elisa thought to herself.

Moreover, during the chase and attack, I could clearly feel the force in my body and the movement of my muscles.

You must understand, this is a dream, a twisted and bizarre world! It's difficult to keep the scenes consistent even in a dream, let alone make them exactly the same as reality!

This is practically another real world!

Regretting her decision to stop beating the student, Elisa began to seriously explore "The Young Lady's Late-Night Class" and began to teach diligently.

She was pleasantly surprised to find that while she couldn't directly beat students, reasonable physical punishment during the teaching process was permissible.

She immediately adjusted the teaching plan, adding a lot of high-intensity battles, rubbing her hands together in anticipation, and looked at Simon with a smile.

Simon was given everything from striking techniques to grappling and throwing techniques to joint locks, as well as her favorite chokehold.

This course has ended.

What? That fast?!

Elisa reluctantly let go, watching the gray space slowly dissipate.

Opening my eyes, the magnificent top layer of the curtain came into view.

Elisa sat up, drew back the bed curtains. It was already daylight; she had been teaching Simon all night.

But the actual experience is not just one night, but at least a whole day. In this "Miss's Late Night Class", the flow of time is different from reality.

I wonder what level this light screen is at; perhaps the demigod is being a bit conservative.

She changed her clothes with the help of her personal maid, feeling quite relaxed.

That was awesome!

Compared to the elegant activities of a young lady, this kind of physical activity is more suitable for me.

She turned on the light screen and glanced at "Simon's Log".

Simon woke up from his dream feeling pain all over his body, but he had no wounds.

"He seemed to have a dream in which a red-eyed golden retriever chased and bit him for a whole day, and he inexplicably mastered a fighting technique."

Elisa nodded slightly. As expected, the male servant didn't have the memories of the dream; he only gained combat abilities.

However, the things in the dream still came to the male servant in the form of feelings, such as the phantom pain, such as that red-eyed blond hair... wait, what is a red-eyed blond hair!

Miss Elisa glanced at the dressing mirror beside her and met the gaze of the blonde, red-eyed girl in the mirror. Her expression froze.

That wretched male servant, you just wait! Tonight, this blonde... ptooey, this young lady will show you what I'm capable of!

Elisa suppressed the urge to punch him and cooperated with the maid to wash up. Another notification appeared.

"The nightmare severely affected Simon's mood, and even delicious food couldn't make up for it."

"Intimacy -1"

"!!!"

My intimacy level!

Damn it! My golden retriever bit you, why are you lowering my affinity level?! It wasn't me who did it!

Miss Elisa spoke with righteous indignation.

However, beating him up only cost me 1 point, so it's still a pretty good deal.

After changing her clothes and washing up, Elisa went to the restaurant to eat. While eating her favorite pudding, she suddenly realized something.

That's not just a 1-point deduction, it's a 3-point deduction! Normally, the male servant would consistently grant +2 intimacy during breakfast time, but today that +2 is gone!

It cost me 3 points of intimacy to beat him up!

Elisa was heartbroken; even the pudding in her hand no longer tasted good.

She sighed sadly.

Maria, standing to the side, was filled with anxiety. Lately, the young lady's emotions had been fluctuating, making her very worried.

I don't know what happened, since nothing went wrong at the manor.

Elisa reluctantly abandoned her plan to fight that night and instead started "The Young Lady's Late Night Class".

She completely forgot that last night was a class and hasn't checked the teaching effectiveness yet.

"Under your grueling training, Simon completed a combat lesson, and his combat skills improved."

What a devil! Have you no manners?!

Simon has acquired the Specialty: Combat LV2

I've reached LV2 directly? That's so cool! I'm a born master teacher!

Wait, something's not right!

Elisa looked back at her ability level and was a little upset.

My etiquette level is LV2. I paid Ms. Helen £3 per session to teach me for two weeks, working diligently from dawn till dusk every day, before I finally reached LV2. You reached LV2 after just one night of training?

Is this reasonable? Should this be done?

Give me my tuition fee back! At least £50!

At this moment, Elisa wished she could switch places with Simon; she also wanted the male servant's late-night lessons!

After drinking two cups of black tea to soothe her mood, Elisa sighed again.

Well, it's ultimately a good thing that our male servant has become stronger.

Judging from my level of "etiquette", LV2 should be close to the professional level, because I am a superhuman, which is why I was able to learn etiquette to LV2 in half a month.

That male servant was just an ordinary person, yet he developed near-professional-level "fighting" skills in just one night. This "Miss's Late Night Class" is truly impressive.

Well, perhaps the servant's own talent also played a part. He didn't slack off at all; he practiced diligently all night.

Let's continue "fighting" tonight. Even for superhumans, fighting is an important course. Low-level superhumans have only mastered some techniques with limited power.

If we observe him for a while longer and he has no problems, perhaps we can guide him onto the path of the extraordinary.

Setting down her teacup, Elisa glanced at the weather outside the window. The overcast skies had shielded her from the summer heat, making it the perfect time for a walk.

She stood up, but then remembered that Simon liked to wander around the manor, so she sat back down.