Guide to the Education and Training of Girls with Mentally Abnormalities

The morning sunlight streamed into the room.

Things that are shiny and golden always attract attention.

As soon as Edmund opened his eyes, he saw glittering gold coins leaking from the money bag on the table.

Just because of one glance.

He immediately perked up.

Edmund carefully poked the scattered coins on the table with the pen handle, confirming that it wasn't some kind of black magic illusion, before quickly stuffing them back into his money bag.

He was absolutely certain that there wasn't that much money in his purse yesterday.

You can't exactly say that your house was burgled in the middle of the night, and the thief felt guilty seeing your empty wallet and was too embarrassed to steal it, but instead took so much of your ill-gotten gains and gave it to you, right?

Or is it that the system is giving out rebates again?

Logically, the system should notify you of any rebates.

After searching through the system for a long time without finding any hidden messages, Edmund could only scratch his head, assuming it was a bug caused by a malfunction in the system.

He got dressed and prepared to wash up.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a maid following behind Edith, combing the long hair of the yawning girl.

"Good morning, Mr. Clemens." Willow smiled gently at Edmund. Presumably, this Enfield family guard had received the news from her channels, otherwise he wouldn't have shown such a friendly side to Edmund. "A beautiful morning, isn't it?"

"Of course," Edmund replied in a friendly manner.

"Edmund?" The disheveled black-haired girl in front of Willow rubbed her eyes.

She turned around, tilting her head up at Edmund, trying to give him that early-morning smile, but the lingering sleepiness easily twisted her slightly pursed lips, and she let out a roaring yawn at the young man.

"I'm sorry, my lady didn't sleep very well last night."

"That's how it is in the North. Winter isn't completely over before spring comes in a hurry, raining down in torrents. Before new green and moisture can rise from the wasteland, withered flowers and blazing sunlight announce the arrival of summer."

Edmund nodded; he had also heard thunder last night.

The girl in front remained silent.

Having traveled to many places in simulations, she wasn't so sensitive that the sound of thunder could disturb her sleep.

Edith was just thinking.

"Being an heir means responsibility, and it also means challenges..." Alicia's speech kept echoing in my mind, rather than acting like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum.

She wanted to do something real.

Most of the funds brought by the Enfield family were spent on purchasing this mansion.

Even if she could accept a frugal and simple life.

The remaining funds wouldn't be enough to support all these people living comfortably for the rest of their lives.

Open source and cost reduction are both indispensable; there is no king in this world who could build a palace simply by being frugal and thrifty.

Go down the stairs to the first floor.

Estée was already sitting on the sofa in the living room.

She held the literacy reader, but her gaze seemed somewhat unfocused—she looked like a student who was daydreaming during morning reading.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, the silver-haired girl closed her book and cautiously approached Edmund.

"Esther has started studying hard today..." She looked up at Edmund.

It is said that owners prefer cats that approach them proactively.

Teachers also prefer hardworking students.

"Have you learned any new words?"

"No..." The cat seemed a little disappointed.

Edmund patted her head.

Estée wasn't sure if this was approval or comfort. She glanced timidly at Edith, who was walking in front, and cautiously followed behind Edmund.

The group sat down at the dining table.

On the table were freshly baked, high-quality bread, warm milk, and a salad made with fresh vegetables bought from the market that morning and dressed with sauce.

"Edmund," Edith said bluntly. "I want to start a business."

"Pfft—" Edmund, who had just taken a sip of milk and was about to swallow it with his bread, almost choked on his words.

A noblewoman who has never walked outside her family's home.

Letting her take the money to start a business is no different from letting a little kid carry a bag of gold around the city center.

He swallowed the food with difficulty and took a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"Miss Edith, why do you have such thoughts?"

"Now that I've left the protection of my family, I should at least accomplish something." Edith dipped a piece of bread in milk and bit off the warm, milk-soaked part with her lips.

"Otherwise, I'll truly become a useless piece of trash who will accomplish nothing after leaving the family."

"and."

Edith counted on her fingers, mimicking the old butler's mannerisms from her memories, speaking somewhat clumsily.

"Maintenance of the house, living expenses, the wages paid to you according to the contract... money is needed everywhere."

"If I just rely on the money I brought from the family, it won't be long before I run out of it. If the family were in this situation, my father would definitely say, 'Let the lords and people below suffer a bit,' and they would get through the crisis in a year or two."

"But I have no lord or subjects; my only subordinate is you, Edmund."

She rested her chin on her hand, her lips slightly pouting.

"I can't very well make you suffer, can I, Edmund?"

"Miss Edith, what kind of business are you planning to start?" Edmund tore off the crispy crust from the outside of the bread with his hand; he liked to eat this part separately from the soft bread inside.

Edith stirred the milk, recalling her experience in the system simulation.

"I want to take my adventure party to the dungeon."

Underground city.

"What's wrong, Edmund?" The girl looked at the young man who suddenly stopped. In her memory, Edmund, the adventurer who conquered dungeons, deserts and yellow sands, should have shown a cheerful smile that only the protagonist of a classic adventure manga could have when he heard "explore the dungeon".

However, the Edmund before them was somewhat 'different' from the one in the simulated CG.

Edmund did not speak.

Before becoming Alicia and Eyarn's teacher, Edmund, who had not yet established himself in high society, was just a guy who frequented adventurers' taverns every day.

To disguise himself as a "veteran adventurer," he would spend some coins every day to buy snacks to go with his drinks, generously sharing them with others. Then, under the guise of "having a drink together," he would mingle among the adventurers who had narrowly escaped death in the dungeons, listening to their adventure stories during casual conversations.

"Why are there always only a few people with me when I go out?"

When asked this question, the adventurer, whose face was divided into two halves by a hideous scar, gulped down a beer.

"The dungeon is full of deadly traps. The guild leader is unwilling to send us, the core members, to the front lines. So, what can we do but send the temporary recruits and unpromoted adventurers to scout ahead?"

"Let them fill the traps, then we can get through, hey, and we'll save a few people from sharing the spoils, right?"

"Take a word of advice, brother. You look quite good in terms of your clothes and speech, and you are generous and magnanimous, unlike us who toil in the mud and wouldn't part with a single penny to give to others."

"I've seen too many nobles who acted on a whim and ended up dying tragically in the dungeon."

"Adventure is just something to have fun with; don't actually get carried away and jump into it."

"If you want to benefit from it, you either have to gamble with your own life or with the lives of others."