Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

The girl's voice was as soft as a mosquito's. "I don't know."

Perturabo was not surprised by this answer and took a half step forward. "Sister, have we met before?"

Caliphonie shook her head. "Yesterday was the first time I saw you."

Perturabo: "So, my harm to you is neither in the past nor in the present. The answer lies in the future."

Caliphonie's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is this possible?"

Perturabo: "But when you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how implausible, is the truth."

The girl lowered her eyes thoughtfully. "Very philosophical."

"He taught me this." A complex emotion flashed in Perturabo's eyes.

Caliphony's lips parted slightly in surprise.

Perturabo looked out the window at the jagged mountains in the distance. "He talked a lot on the way to Rocks, and the knowledge entered my mind in a new way."

Caliphonie: "Why are you telling me this?"

“Because it’s twisted.”

The girl blinked in confusion.

Perturabo: "He's a complete screw-up, and he claims I'm a screw-up too."

Caliphini suddenly understood something. "So, the more he hides things, the more you should be honest?"

Although it was right to be honest, Califani felt a subtle sense of disharmony in her heart.

If he keeps it in his heart, it will prove his twisted nature.

If he told the truth, it would be a counter-attack to Wop.

This seems to be an unsolvable dilemma.

To admit one's mistake would be to submit to Wop's authority, but to insist on one's own opinion would confirm the accusation of treason.

Wop had imprisoned Perturabo in an invisible cage, and no matter how he bit the bars or cowered in a corner, he could not change the nature of his prisoner.

Perturabo: "Using bronze as a mirror, one can adjust one's attire; using the past as a mirror, one can understand the rise and fall of things; using people as a mirror, one can understand one's gains and losses."

"Did he teach you this?" The girl's voice was filled with undisguised surprise.

Wop's education contains profound philosophy, and his every move reveals the calmness of a wise man, but he does absurd things in the name of being twisted.

Wop doesn't look like a twisted person at all, but why is he so twisted?

Perturabo: "Just yesterday, Wop apologized to your... our father for his offensive words and actions."

Caliphony tilted her head slightly. "So, as long as you can find the reason, he will also admit his mistake to you?"

Perturabo's eyes showed a rare admiration. "You are indeed very clever, sister."

The girl's slender fingers lightly covered her lips, but she couldn't hide her little pride. Of course she was smart!

Perturabo: "He made no promises to me, but I sensed the implication in his words."

Caliphony frowned slightly. "But if this happens in the future, how can you find the truth?"

Perturabo: "The answer lies within us, and we must seek it out."

The girl tilted her head in confusion, "But how do I find it?"

"Sister, have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet."

"I suppose you eat bread in the morning."

The girl pursed her lips helplessly, "I eat bread every morning."

Her eyes suddenly widened. "You want to deduce the trajectory of the future from the patterns of the past?"

"That's right." Perturabo said confidently.

"But we just met today."

Perturabo: "Thoughts determine actions, actions determine habits, habits determine character, and character determines destiny."

“Some stories have not yet happened, but the ending has already been determined.”

"Sister, you are very smart and kind. The fault is not yours, but my character."

Caliphonie blinked slightly, "What if I'm pretending?"

Perturabo: "That's why I came here to confirm it myself."

Califani looked at the overly precocious boy in front of her, and an indescribable sense of discomfiture lingered in her heart.

Perturabo's analysis was clearly correct, but the more rationally he analyzed it, the more Caliphini felt...

Perturabo: "What have you discovered, sister?"

"Maybe I saw it wrong." Caliphini's voice was as light as a feather.

Perturabo took a half step forward. "Sister, if you really wanted to help me, you should have told me."

"I think..." Caliphine hesitated for a moment, "You are very twisted, and you are getting more twisted."

Perturabo's pupils shrank slightly. This sentence was like a key, instantly unlocking a certain suppressed emotion in Perturabo's eyes.

Wop said the same thing. He was very twisted, and he denied it from beginning to end. He didn't want to become a person like Wop.

"Just like now," Caliphini mustered up the courage to continue, "You clearly care about my opinion, but you pretend not to care."

Awkward, stubborn, weird, contradictory, these descriptions are not as accurate as twisted.

Perturabo is just very twisted.

"Don't take it to heart," Caliphini's voice gradually became softer. "Maybe I'm wrong. I don't have any basis for this. This is just my guess."

Perturabo's voice was filled with relief. "Perhaps you are right, sister."

"He's very twisted, but he admitted his twist. In that case, I won't deny it either."

Perturabo's simple statement contained too many complex emotions, a kind of frankness that was almost stubborn.

Carly Fanny blinked gently and asked, "Are you really not father and son?"

Since you are already like this, why do you still want my father to be in the middle?

Califani pondered the issue but couldn't find the answer, and ultimately could only attribute it to her own frustration.

……

"You came."

"I am coming."

"you are late."

"I won't quibble."

The morning light gilded the Rocks Palace with a pale gold. Wopso asked for the west tower of the palace as his residence, a request that was insignificant compared to the palace.

Perturabo was late, followed by his sister, whose black hair flowed like a waterfall.

Caliphini looked at this father and son who were closer than father and son and blinked.

They are really screwed.

But, it doesn't seem bad, it's quite cute.

The girl lifted her skirt and saluted gracefully, "Good morning, Mr. Wop."

Wop: "Caliphony, you've come just in time. From today on, you will be attending classes with Perturabo."

Caliphonie looked at her brother beside her in surprise, who was also frowning.

Perturabo: "Why?"

Wop: "No reason, I'm happy."

Perturabo dropped his eyes in silence. "As you please."

Wop asked, "Caliphini, what else are you worried about?"

Caliphony hesitated for a moment, her voice cautious and tentative, "I'm afraid my father wouldn't agree to such an arrangement."

As a royal princess, she was never educated in the same classroom with men, not even with her brother.

The eldest brother, Heraclon, is the eldest son, has a reckless personality, and is also the heir to the throne.

The second brother, Andos, is gloomy and shy and loves art.

Caliph is a princess and she is destined to get married.

Maybe he is a prince from another city-state, or maybe he is a great noble from Rocks.

Dammecus would not neglect his daughter's education, otherwise when she got married people would think she was uneducated, which would be a disgrace to him.

She had a good education, but it was limited to etiquette and manners, which was not what she pursued. She wanted to get the same education as her brother.

But as a royal princess, she knew only too well how difficult it was to cross the high walls built by those complicated etiquettes.

Caliphini's eyes were filled with restrained anticipation. She admired Wop's wise conversation. Wop's profound wisdom and Perturabo's extraordinary talent were like a ray of light that penetrated her world imprisoned in a golden cage.

She yearns for the starry sky of wisdom, but is afraid of touching the barriers of the world.

Her father, Dammex, had always been a man of tradition.

The girl's eyes flickered across Perturabo's tense profile, then quickly retracted.

She also worried that her brother would reject her.

If she were Perturabo, she would probably hate the person who stole her father, even if the father and son did not admit it.

Wop chuckled at this, "I'll convince Dammex. The choice is yours."

Caliphony blinked her clear eyes and asked, "Even if he doesn't give it to me?"

"I'll just give it to you."

Caliphony folded her hands in front of her skirt and bowed. "I am honored to study under you, Master."

Perturabo's voice was filled with obvious impatience. "What are we learning today?"

Wop: "Let's review first, why did I ask you to apologize yesterday?"

Perturabo bowed his head in silence, kneeling before Dammecus not in submission but as an atonement for his earlier disrespectful behavior.

Although he still disliked Woppe's irritating teaching methods, he also recognized the philosophy contained in them.

So why did Wop make him kneel down before Culliphant?

Wop didn't tell him, but he had already seen through Wop's twisted nature.

Perturabo also guessed that Wop would ask this, so he went to find Caliphony.

So, what is the answer?

"There is only interest between Dammecus and me. He adopted me in order to use my power to realize his ambitions.

"And I accepted his adoption in order to gain a foothold. We each get what we need and owe nothing to each other."

"As for my brother, Heracles, destined to inherit the throne, I have no interest in him; Andros is obsessed with art, and we have nothing in common."

"There is no grudge or debt between us."

"But I owe it to Culliphany, perhaps because at some point that has yet to come, I will hurt her."

"Is it physical injury? Or emotional trauma? Or both?"

"She is my sister. There can't be such a shallow emotional entanglement between us, and you wouldn't test me with such a vulgar reason."

"She is so kind. I can't think of any reason for me to hurt her. What exactly is considered true harm?"

"Perhaps the most extreme possibility is that I ended her life with my own hands, but why? We are siblings."

"Unless, an irreconcilable conflict arises between us, and the conflict escalates to the point where death is the only solution."

"What made me make such a big mistake?"

Perturabo's voice was cold with introspection. "It is a flaw in my character that will lead me to commit an irreparable atrocity at some point in the future."

Wop: "What's that?"