Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

"Ottilia, why...did you come here wearing a skirt? Even if you believe I'm a gentleman, doesn't it feel uncomfortable to have sweaty stockings after exercising?"

Ottilia was still wearing the same dark blue dress she had worn the day before, looking like she was on a picnic that morning. She had only removed her jewelry and hat, probably because she was afraid of losing them and getting scolded by her mother. Otherwise, her outfit was basically the same as the one she had worn that day. Although she looked quite pleasing to the eye, Aaron couldn’t help but complain.

"Is this outfit not good enough?" Ottilia asked, tugging at her skirt.

"Let's skip it today, but remember to wear clothes that allow for easy movement next time." Aaron waved his hand, gesturing for Ottilia to sit down.

Aaron said with a smile, "If it were an ordinary teacher, they would probably be furious, but luckily your teacher is me."

Compared to Ottilia, the little nun's clothes were much more normal. She was still wearing her white nun's habit, but there were many different types of nun's habit. Civita had changed into a style that was easier to move in, and she had taken off her white headscarf. When the breeze blew across her forehead, it ruffled her bangs.

Civita was dragged here by Ottilia. She was supposed to be a novice nun at the church today, but she was inexplicably pulled here to practice. However, this was also Aaron's idea. He also wanted to see how Civita would react after coming into contact with Qi. Although the little nun was a little angry about being dragged back from the church, she quickly returned to her usual expression due to her quiet nature.

"Now that everyone's here, let's begin," Aaron said calmly, waving his pointer.

Training is an extremely serious matter in any country. As the saying goes, "the poor study literature, the rich study martial arts." If a person wants to become an extraordinary being, in addition to talent, the most important thing is to have a strong family background. The cost of training a powerful extraordinary being can frighten some wealthy nobles. But this is still only the foundation. If you want to truly master the art of training, the most important thing is to have a master to guide you. A good master can help his disciple rise to the top, while a bad master can ruin a genius.

Aaron understood this all too well. The amount he spent training Joan of Arc was not small, and that was with the support of the Obsidian Knights and access to various readily available resources. Without those resources, training her would have been even more expensive.

He began to explain various precautions.

As he paced back and forth, he observed their reactions. Ottilia and Chivita listened intently, seemingly trying to comprehend the complex content. Aaron looked at their expressions with amusement, but then suddenly changed the subject: "But that's not what I'm going to teach you."

The most important thing to become a superhuman is the perseverance to wear down a stone. Even if Aaron had extraordinary abilities, he couldn't teach the two young ladies to become top-notch experts on his own. However, Marquis Klein only wanted to improve Ottilia's physical health. Although he didn't expect Ottilia to reach the level of a top superhuman, getting her to the basics was still possible.

As the saying goes, the master leads you through the door, but the rest is up to you to cultivate yourself. Aaron was just following this plan.

He put down his pointer, walked over to the two of them with his hands behind his back, plopped down next to Ottilia, and said, "Ottilia, you've always liked Claire, haven't you?"

The little girl quickly nodded, "Yes!"

"You know that to become as amazing as her, you have to endure a lot of hardship and put in a lot of effort, right? It's the same for doing anything well. If you want to train well, you first have to memorize some books and remember some things. Most importantly, you have to persevere. And coincidentally, I have the same training method as that angel. Do you want to learn it?"

Ottilia stared at me wide-eyed. "Really? Brother Aaron actually has the same cultivation technique as that angel?"

"Really, when have I ever lied to you?" Although they were now teacher and student, Aaron still patted Ottilia's head.

Ottilia appeared full of ambition. If she was only interested in supernatural powers before, she immediately became very interested after hearing that she was training in the same way as the angels.

Interest is the best teacher in any era, and the most important thing is to arouse students' interest.

Although Civita didn't have much of a longing for that angel, her eyes began to look serious under Ottilia's influence.

"I will write down the training methods for you later, but today I will test your other abilities first, such as spiritual power and endurance. If a person's endurance is like a great river flowing endlessly, then he is a first-class master."

"Brother Aaron, is that angel's breath as abundant as the sea?" Ottilia asked, raising her hand.

Aaron smiled and said, "Only she herself probably knows exactly how much, but they all say that her spiritual power can fill the entire world."

"Wow..."

Ottilia seemed to be imagining how big it would be to fill the entire world, and the thought that her spiritual power could be as abundant as the air in the world made her eyes sparkle with excitement.

Chapter 252 You're welcome

Aaron walked up to Ottilia and Chivita, placing his hands on their heads. Ottilia closed her eyes, feeling a refreshing autumn breeze that made her feel cooler and easier to calm down. Aaron's voice rang in her ears, "Close your eyes and feel the spiritual energy within you."

Ottilia immediately felt a refreshing sensation inside her body.

Nourishing and transferring spiritual energy to another person's body is an extremely tiring task, because the spiritual energy transferred into another person's body is often only one-tenth of what it was. Therefore, unless it is someone with a very close relationship, one would not do this.

However, Aaron did it so naturally. He simply placed his hands on the tops of their heads. To outsiders, it just looked like he was touching their heads and standing there, not knowing what he was doing. But after a while, Ottilia's brow twitched slightly. She felt as if something inside her body had been opened up.

Ottilia was overjoyed and wanted to tell Aaron the news immediately, but she heard a gentle voice: "Don't move yet, calm down and continue to clear the rest of the area."

So Ottilia quieted down again. Although the little girl was restless, she had always had a good attitude towards learning. She quickly calmed down and didn't even notice that the wind was blowing strangely for a long time.

A day passed by in the blink of an eye. As the sun climbed to its zenith and then gradually set behind the mountains, Ottilia, who had been standing in the middle of the lawn for almost a whole day, finally exhaled a breath of stale air. When she opened her eyes again, she felt completely different from before. The breathing that she used to take for granted now made her pay unprecedented attention to it.

As Ottilia experienced this strange sensation, she was about to hop and skip a few steps when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her feet, a tingling sensation that spread from the soles of her feet like a current, making her feet numb and almost causing her to lose her balance.

She then realized that she had been standing on the lawn all day.

Staggering back a few steps, Ottilia unladylike plopped down on the lawn. Although it was autumn, after standing on the lawn all day, her dark blue dress clung tightly to her body, outlining her alluring curves.

Ottilia strained her legs slightly, easing the soreness and numbness from standing for so long. Her calves, encased in black stockings, swayed gently. Only then did she notice that Aaron was still standing in front of her, in the same position as in the morning. His hand was still on Chivita's head, his brows slightly furrowed.

Just like in the morning, Civita kept her eyes closed, as if she were fast asleep.

Aaron quickly opened his eyes and asked, "Are you alright?"

Ottilia nodded: "My feet are a little sore."

Aaron said, "You've now entered the field." He paused, then added, "Welcome to the world of the extraordinary."

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Even the most powerful superhumans in the world start from Sequence 9, and of course, Princess Claire is no exception.

Ottilia was overjoyed to learn that she officially possessed spiritual power, but the kind-hearted girl suppressed her excitement and asked, "What's wrong with Chivita?"

"Her talent isn't as good as yours, so it will be more difficult for her to become a superhuman. Why don't you go eat and rest first? It'll be fine tonight."

Ottilia stood up and said, "Then I'll go to the maid's and get dinner. We'll eat here together."

After saying that, Ottilia turned and ran towards the villa. She didn't seem to have been standing there all day. Twenty or thirty minutes later, Ottilia came running over pushing a silver dining cart. Next to the dining table was a bright alcohol lamp with a white pot lid under the white lamp ring.

When Ottilia arrived in front of Aaron, she lifted the pot lid with a "clang, clang, clang," revealing some exquisite roast meat and whole wheat bread. Ordinary commoners could not afford such fine food; Ottilia had brought her own dinner with her.

She also took out a bottle of wine from under the silver table, which she had begged the chef for, probably because she felt it was a day worth celebrating, and what would be a celebration without wine?

After pouring wine into three different glasses, Aaron removed his hand from Chivita's head. Chivita slowly opened her eyes, looking somewhat dazed, but not unwell; rather, she seemed to have just woken up. The little nun covered her mouth and yawned.

There was a white elephant tree lying on the lawn. Because its shape was just right, a rare cylindrical shape, the Marquis of Klein had the craftsmen make it into a shape suitable for sitting on and placed it in the center of the lawn. The three of them leaned against the white elephant tree, watching the stars while eating dinner.

Civita probably felt guilty about eating after sleeping, so she prayed very devoutly before finishing her meal. Ottilia followed Civita's example, putting her hands together in prayer. Aaron, however, didn't care and grabbed a piece of bread and put it in his mouth.

As autumn deepened, a refreshing autumn breeze occasionally blew by, making the lawn shimmer like the surface of a lake. Aaron held a loaf of bread in one hand and leaned against a log with the other, seemingly lost in thought.

"Brother Aaron, you said there are Sequence 9 to Sequence 1. That angel is so powerful, what sequence is she? Is she Sequence 1?" Ottilia asked, leaning against Aaron like a little squirrel and holding her wine glass.

Seemingly pulled back from his thoughts by Ottilia's words, Aaron thought for a moment and then said, "I don't know, but it won't be very low."

'Huh? Does cultivation, like becoming a superhuman, have realms above Sequence 1?' Ottilia seemed quite interested.

Just like how people who have just learned to play basketball will enthusiastically discuss the star players on the court, for children of this era, angels, knights, and sequences are the most popular topics of discussion. However, that is usually among boys. I didn't expect that Ottilia would also be interested in these things.

Ottilia counted on her fingers and said, "I asked Father, but he didn't know exactly what was on it either..."

After thinking for a moment, Aaron smiled and said, "I don't know what level that angel was at, but I imagine he had reached the level of resonating with heaven and earth, which is why he was able to do such an amazing thing."

Hearing this, Ottilia looked as if she could already see the angel's figure, her eyes filled with anticipation. However, she quickly became somewhat discouraged and said, "But I've only just become a superhuman. I still have to climb eight more sequences to reach Sequence 1. When will I be able to become an angel?"

Hearing the girl's innocent words, Aaron chuckled and said, "Your entry into the realm is already very fast. For ordinary people, it is common to become a superhuman in as little as a month or as long as three to five years. You succeeded in just one day, which is a speed that makes people jealous to tears."

Actually, Aaron also provided Ottilia with tremendous help, but Aaron didn't mention it.

“But…” Ottilia looked at the sky, still feeling that becoming an angel was a long way off.

"Why does one have to become an angel? I think it's good to be a powerful superhuman, like Empress Joan of Arc."

“Lady Claire is an angel knight, she’s different,” Ottilia said.

“What’s the difference?” Aaron said. “Once you reach the same level of power as that angel, what can’t you do? You can create your own legend then.”

“I know about Moses parting the sea, but I’ve forgotten the specifics. Can you tell me about it, teacher?” Ottilia asked.

Aaron had only intended to speak casually, but since he had nothing to do after eating and drinking his fill, and Chivita and Ottilia both seemed very interested, Aaron continued speaking.

"A long, long time ago, there was a person..."

By the time Aaron was halfway through his story, it was already late at night. Although Ottilia was engrossed in listening, she was quite tired after standing on the lawn all day. Chivita, on the other hand, seemed to have rested well. Nevertheless, Aaron got up and told them to go back to their rooms to sleep.

"If you want to hear the next installment, get up early tomorrow," Aaron said, waving his hand.

After returning the two little girls, Aaron began clearing away the remaining plates and other items he thought might be useful that morning. Just as he finished setting the plates, he sensed a presence behind him. Turning around, he saw Sarah standing there. Sarah seemed to have just returned from outside, dressed in silver-white knight's armor, a longsword at her waist. Her simple attire stood out majestically in the night, exuding the air of a female knight. However, Aaron sensed something amiss.

Aaron had just extinguished the alcohol lamp on the food cart and was diligently clearing away the remaining plates, his head bowed. He was dressed in a waiter's uniform, his movements light and meticulous. The lawn was pitch black, and Sarah didn't disturb him. Only the occasional chirping of cicadas could be heard. The girl in knight's armor silently watched the uniformed boy. After a while, when Aaron had stacked the last plate on the cart, he finally turned around with a hint of exasperation and said, "Miss Sarah, why are you looking for me so late instead of going to your room? Let me make it clear, today's workday is well past the eight-hour workday. This is considered unpaid overtime; remember to add it to my salary when it's settled at the end of the month."

"..."

The girl frowned slightly, probably slightly displeased that Aaron had started with such vulgar language. However, Sarah was relieved when she thought about Aaron's background and environment. Since the quiet atmosphere had been broken, Sarah simply reached out and grabbed at the air, using some spiritual power. Blue flames appeared in her palm, illuminating the space in front of the two of them.

“I will still pay you your salary, but you also need to teach me everything I need to teach. If I am not satisfied, I will deduct from your salary as appropriate,” Sarah said calmly.

Aaron blinked; he clearly thought the day was over.

"Since Father said you should teach me and Ottilia, then we should definitely learn what we need to learn. It's getting late, let's get started."

Sarah seemed to have read Aaron's mind. She went to the food cart next to her and lit the alcohol lamp. The intense flame illuminated her face, making her look radiant. This young lady was clearly not joking.

After understanding her meaning, Aaron admired this stubborn young lady to some extent. Even in this era, it was rare to see someone who strictly followed the rules like her. He moved his arms helplessly, sighed, and then began to repeat the same rhetoric he had used with Ottilia.

Sarah immediately frowned and said, "This is from that book..."

"You actually knew that?" Aaron said.

"In addition to training believers and knights, Roland Academy also trains extraordinary individuals. It also has renowned lecturers who have come from Aurora. 'What you're talking about' is an important first-year course, taught by great scholars. I got full marks in this course."

Are academies these days really this advanced? A strange look flashed across Aaron's eyes. Who is this great scholar?

"If this is a required course at Roland Academy, and Miss Sarah got a perfect score in this course, then you are now... Sequence 9?" Aaron said.

Sarah said without batting an eye, "My goal has always been to become a divinely inspired knight. I haven't put much effort into training, and our teachers have also said that learning these things is just an aid."

"I understand. It means that although you have a good grasp of the theoretical knowledge, your level is only at Sequence 9. To put it simply, you are still a novice."

Aaron casually said, "That's fine too, it saves me a lot of trouble."

Sarah narrowed her eyes slightly. Although she had been busy with trivial matters, her late arrival to see Aaron was also meant to discourage him. After all, the arrogance of a sixth-tier knight made it difficult for Sarah to accept Aaron as her "tutor." Besides, she had been personally instructed by a great scholar at Roland Academy, and her knowledge and understanding surpassed that of many people from Aurora, let alone a 22-year-old boy. However, Sarah was also a little troubled. Most people would feel ashamed and back down after hearing this implication, but Aaron seemed completely unaffected, looking indifferent. This guy was usually very clever, so why couldn't he grasp this meaning at this moment?

Since things had come to this point, Sarah decided to go all out, but her girlish pride still made her say, "I don't object to Father asking you to teach Ottilia. After all, we'll be going to Roland Academy soon, and it's not a bad thing to lay a good foundation in Lucert beforehand. But are you really capable of teaching me?"

"It seems Miss Sarah isn't entirely satisfied with my teaching abilities," Aaron said slowly.

Chapter 253 Training

Sarah, being a kind-hearted young lady, didn't want to make things difficult for Aaron, but her words were sharp and somewhat aggressive. Combined with her knightly attire and imposing aura, she was quite intimidating. An ordinary person would probably have already cowered in fear under her pressure.

“Miss Sarah, while I admire your talent in spiritual power, you’re only at the beginner level in training. The ‘Grandmaster’ your father brought over said I’m already Sequence 4, more than capable of being your tutor for a summer,” Aaron said.

"you………"

Sarah seemed a little sulky, but seeing Aaron's indifferent expression, although she was angry, she couldn't really show it. She could only snort and say, "Alright then, I hope you won't disappoint your father."

With that, Sarah walked to the center of the lawn, standing ramrod straight, as if awaiting Aaron's judgment.