Did the villainous professor survive today?

"Is this the one I'm holding?"

Lola was startled at first, then, like a bear protecting its honey, she clutched the book tightly to her chest.

"No! Your Highness! This...this is absolutely unacceptable!"

Seeing Lola's strong reaction, Isabel's doubts deepened:

"Professor Kroenke, are you familiar with the contents of this book?"

Kroenke shook his head. He only glanced at the illustrations in the books Sophia had chosen before immediately closing them.

"It's okay, let's choose another one."

Judging from Lola's performance, at least, my choice was right.

Isabel nodded, then casually picked up a book and began browsing.

But after reading only two pages, Isabel's breathing became involuntarily heavy.

This was the first time she had ever read a book like this, and the things described in it were still too impactful for someone who had been confined to her room since childhood.

As expected, the red light in Isabel's hand suddenly went off.

Almost simultaneously, Krenk felt Lora cast a deathly gaze upon him.

The implication is clear: if you dare to tell anyone about this, you'd better watch out.

Kroenke adopted a calm and composed demeanor:

"Your Highness, be careful to control your magic. Don't forget our original goal was to be able to control our magic freely even when our emotions are fluctuating," Krenk reminded him, while also trying to salvage his reputation.

"Yes, Professor!"

Isabel snapped out of her daze, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and composed herself.

Then, she began to read the words in front of her carefully again.

Then, on the next page.

Deng!

The red light came on again.

"It's okay, keep going," Kroenke said, whether to encourage or to cover up his embarrassment.

A few minutes later.

Deng!

As the bracelet flashed red, Isabel's eyes widened, and a deep blush crept onto her face:

"How come Ellen's brother Glenn and she... he's her own brother!"

Krenk was stunned when he heard Isabel's surprise.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Lora was looking at him with a strange expression.

Recalling Lola's intense reaction earlier, Krenk understood.

What kinds of works did Sofia recommend to herself as "masterpieces"?

Fortunately, this was a private setting, so there was no social death involved. Otherwise, Kroenke felt he could have started preparing to go to another world the next day.

Kroenke kept his head down, meticulously taking notes in his notebook, as if he didn't care about such things at all:

"Your Highness, your ability to control your emotions still needs improvement. Once you can read the entire book without changing your expression and maintain a continuous input of magic, then we can move on to the next step."

"I'm sorry... Professor."

Isabel pursed her lips, feeling that this kind of thing was particularly embarrassing.

"It's alright, Your Highness, let's stop here for today."

Seeing Krenk packing his things, Isabel's lips moved, but she still made her request:

"...Professor, would you be interested in having dinner here? I'd like to try again tonight."

Yes, it's all for training.

It's definitely not because she wanted to see it.

"……good."

Kroenke actually planned to change the subject matter and then give it to Isabelle again.

But since the other party has already spoken, it's not easy to refuse.

"Let's go, Professor, the food should be served by now."

Isabel looked out the window.

The manor boasts an exceptional view, stretching as far as the eye can see to the deep blue sea, the pure white marble buildings, and terraced fields planted with tulips. Beside it lies a steaming hot spring, and in the passing sunset, one can vaguely see, behind the thick curtain of steam, noblewomen dressed in white veils sitting on the side, smoking pipes and exhaling clouds of smoke.

Kroenke left the study with Isabel.

Tonight's dinner is not complicated: pan-fried braised lamb slices, quail slices, asparagus, flavored pies... served with royal accompaniments like caviar, and desserts like egg and milk pudding. That's all.

During the meal, Lola stayed behind Isabel, glancing at Krenk with barely perceptible eyes, like a parent who had seen their daughter bring her friends home to play.

Dinner time soon ended, and after a short rest, Klenk went to his study.

As before, Isabel began to peruse the books provided by Kroenke.

However, compared to the bracelet that would frequently sound alarms before, Isabel's control over her magic input was noticeably better when reading the second book.

Krenk observed Isabel under the moonlight while recording the intervals at which the bracelet issued warnings in his notebook.

Perhaps we could consider increasing the intensity of the training?

Krenk silently observed Isabel's expression and her reading speed.

When a person enters a state of immersive reading, their reading speed will be about 30% slower than usual.

During normal reading, most people unconsciously skip over details such as conjunctions and modifiers. However, when immersed in the story, they rarely do this because they are completely engaged and emotionally resonant, making it less likely for them to skip ahead.

"Your Highness Isabelle."

Just as Isabel was engrossed in reading, Krenk called out to her.

"professor?"

Isabel looked up instinctively.

The bracelet on my wrist didn't make any noise.

Kroenke nodded and continued writing:

"Your Highness's ability to resist interference is also quite good. You have made such remarkable progress in just one night. Now, you can try to continuously strengthen the infusion of magic while reading."

If maintaining a stable amount of magic power is like running a background program in your mind, you can do it subconsciously once you get used to it.

So, raising the bar now, requiring a continuous increase in magic input, forces you to multitask.

Isabel nodded:

"Yes, Professor Krenk."

Although it might not sound nice to say, she genuinely believes that this teaching method is effective.

She increased the amount of magic she was channeling while keeping her attention focused on the story in the book.

But unlike before when she could quickly adapt to this rhythm, this time the bracelet's alarm frequency was even more frequent than when Isabel was training for the first time.

Within just ten minutes, the bracelet had already rang dozens of times.

"I'm sorry, Professor Krenk," Isabel said, frowning as she looked at the bracelet on her right hand.

"It seems a gradual approach is a bit difficult for me."

"It's alright, Your Highness."

Kroenke comforted her,

"There's still plenty of time, let's rest for today."

"Does Professor Kroenke have time tomorrow?" Isabel asked, then paused for a moment before asking herself.

Isn't this just making it obvious that they're very interested in this kind of vulgar taste?

But then I thought, I've already spoken, so there's no harm in continuing:

"I want to try again."