An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

Perhaps the great magician had other important matters to attend to and couldn't spare the time, which is why she was needed to take care of all his daily needs?

"No, I just want to be a gigolo and live off a woman," Ya Feng said, lying on the sofa like a big shot.

"..."

Oh well... whatever. Anyway, it sounds like it's just being a nanny, at most it'll be a bit tiring.

Moreover, Ilsa had another idea.

No matter how strange Ya Feng is, his strength is real, while my own power is almost gone. The only thing I can rely on is myself. I must increase my own strength in order to have a chance for revenge.

However, Ilsa is not a skilled magician. In the past, she spent more time on politics, history, and etiquette classes, and her current level of magic is only at the bachelor's level, which is quite low.

My past knowledge of magic was too weak. At sixteen, I passed the basic mage exam briefly and then didn't pursue it further.

At that time, she felt that she needed to inherit the throne and should learn more about the art of governing a country. She believed that wisdom was more important than powerful magic.

But now, when she is alone, she realizes how important individual strength is.

She had studied various chess manuals in hopes of winning a game, but as soon as she sat down, her opponent smashed the chessboard over her head.

Ilsa pursed her lips, clenched her fists, and looked at Ya Feng:

"Ya Feng, I have a request."

Ya Feng was looking at Huanwangtong, but didn't even look up when she called out.

“Mr. Ya Feng?” Ilsa called out again.

Ya Feng remained unmoved.

“…”

"Dad," she had no choice but to call out.

"Oh, what is it?" Ya Feng smiled at her.

“Uh…I…” Ilsa tried to reorganize her thoughts and said:

“I can do those things, but I also have a request that I hope you will agree to.”

"Okay, go ahead and say it," Ya Feng said decisively.

"I want you to be my teacher, to teach me more magic, so that I too can have the ability to fight for myself," Ilsa said with a determined look in her eyes.

Ya Feng leaned back on the sofa, gazing at her. He remembered that during his first playthrough, this princess had said the same thing to him.

Having lost all her support, she placed all her hopes on him, hoping to become strong.

He smiled slightly and said, "So, are you willing to take control of your future?"

"Huh?" Ilsa was stunned for a moment after hearing his words before continuing:

"I...I do..."

“Very good,” Ya Feng said.

"I agreed."

"But before that, you have to do something for me."

Chapter Seven: Ilsa's Struggle to Become a Mother

"call..."

Ilsa wiped her forehead and picked up the freshly squeezed milk.

This is the last cow. After that, today's work will be finished.

After tidying up the cowshed and adding fresh hay, I took out the milk and put it in the cellar for storage.

"Mrs. Mara, the barn is all ready, and the cows have all been milked," Ilsa reported to the dairy farmer.

"You've worked so hard, darling. You've been so efficient in just a few days. With you around, things are so much easier for me now," the woman in her thirties, with an unusually voluptuous figure, said with a smile, her eyes narrowed.

"There's still a lot I need to learn," Ilsa said shyly.

“Sigh… It’s the busiest time of year at the ranch, and my husband is away on a business trip overseas. It’s hard to find manpower around here. Luckily, you’re here to help me with some of my worries…” Mara said.

“It’s alright, Mrs. Mara. Just let me know if there’s anything else I can help with,” Ilsa said eagerly.

"Hehe, darling, you can't help me with the other part~" The voluptuous woman of the Caucasian race slightly revealed her ample bosom and gave her a meaningful smile.

"Uh... I see..." Ilsa said somewhat awkwardly, having just come to her senses.

“But you must be working so hard, having to start working at such a young age. Sigh... How is your bedridden father doing?” Mara asked.

"Ah... um, everything's alright..." Ilsa said guiltily.

When I first came here, in order to be accepted by others, I made up a tragic backstory of needing to take care of my bedridden father. I found that I could get the job without such an excuse, but since I had already said it, I couldn't take it back.

"Here, this is your wages for today. Keep it safe and don't lose it." Mara took out her wallet and handed her a few bills.

“Wow, this is quite a lot more today,” Ilsa said, looking at the money in her hand.

"It's alright, darling, you did a great job. One person is worth two of my workers. We were going to hire another one, but it seems we don't need to now," Mrs. Mara said with a gentle smile.

“Well, alright then, thank you, Mrs. Mara.” Ilsa blushed slightly but accepted the money nonetheless.

After tidying up, she changed into her own coat, grabbed a bottle of milk, said goodbye to Mrs. Mara, and left the dairy farm.

After walking for about half an hour, I returned to my current residence, that old three-story house.

After returning, I went to the chicken coop first, took some cornmeal to feed the chickens, and collected the four eggs laid that day before going inside.

"Ya Feng, I'm back..."

"You don't want your household registration book anymore, do you? How dare you talk to me like that?!"

As soon as I entered, I heard shouts and curses coming from the living room. Then I saw Ya Feng stand up and angrily rush out.

"Hey! Where are you going!" Ilsa quickly grabbed him.

"That bastard tricked me to death and then dared to taunt me! I'm going to follow the magic flow to his house right now and wipe out his whole family!" Ya Feng said angrily.

"Are you a demon?! You'd kill someone for something like this!" Ilsa exclaimed, speechless.

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

"Alright, alright! Let's eat dinner first and then go, okay?" Ilsa said.

“Okay.” Ya Feng calmed down instantly.

"Really..." Ilsa sighed.

After calming him down, Ilsa went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Back when I was in the palace, I would occasionally learn to cook, just as a hobby. Although I wasn't very good at it, I had no problem with the basic control of ingredients.

Soon, a meat, egg, and ham dish with small bread rolls and a vegetable salad were placed on the table, and the two began to eat together.

"Ya Feng, at least eat some vegetables. Being picky about food is a bad habit." Ilsa frowned as she watched him push the fried carrots on his plate aside, while the vegetable salad remained untouched.

"It's not that I'm a picky eater, it's just that I don't like how it's cooked. I would definitely eat it if it were cooked differently," Ya Feng said.

"So what do you want to do?"

"Cut the vegetables into small pieces, coat them with flour, and fry them in oil until golden brown and crispy. Then spread chili sauce on top. Isn't this much tastier than meat?" Ya Feng said, gesturing.

“That’s so unhealthy…” Ilsa said.

"Well then, how about this, you eat it today first, and I'll make it for you again next time?" she said.

Ya Feng frowned as he looked at the vegetables in front of him, but still picked them up and forced them down.

"Mmm, that's great!"

As expected... this guy just needs to be coaxed... Ilsa thought to herself.

After dinner, Ilsa tidied up the kitchen, fed Little Grey, cleaned the living room and porch, and brought in the clothes that were drying. Ya Feng took a shower, then gave Little Grey a bath, and then himself. He then sorted the clothes he had changed out of, to be washed and dried the next morning.

After tidying up, he heated the milk he brought back from the farm, added honey, tilted his head back, gulped it down, wiped the milk from the corners of his mouth, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Her Highness's tiring day has finally come to an end.

She has been here for almost half a month and has found a job on a dairy farm, earning some income. In addition to her daily work and taking care of all the housework, she also has to take care of this guy who is called her father but is actually like an ancestor to her.

She had previously said that she was his adopted daughter, but now she felt like a mother herself.

Well, at least this place is safe, and Ya Feng has promised to teach me magic. Now all I need to do is accumulate strength, conserve my energy, and wait for the day I can strike back.

Thinking of this, she secretly clenched her fist to cheer herself up.

I took a cup of hot milk to the study. Ya Feng was in the study, biting a pen and staring blankly at the ceiling.

She knew this was how Ya Feng usually looked when he was thinking. This guy was still fantasizing about going back to his old profession in the future, so he had never stopped creating.

"The milk is here." She placed the warmed milk on his desk.

"Mm," Ya Feng replied.

"Um, is it the same tonight?" Ilsa asked cautiously.

"See for yourself, and ask me if you don't understand anything," Ya Feng said without even blinking.

"it is good."

Ilsa sat down at the small desk on the other side and opened the thick encyclopedia of basic magic.

Before she can officially begin using magic, she needs to finish studying the theoretical material first. In the past, she was far behind in this area, only having a superficial understanding of many things. Fortunately, she now has Ya Feng by her side.

This guy's expertise in magic is undeniable; he's even more knowledgeable than her previous teacher, the Red Spirit Archmage Sigwayne. Moreover, his teaching is more refined and practical, simplifying complex and tedious theories into simple content that she can quickly understand.

As a result, Ilsa's opinion of him has really changed during this period.

So every night, the two of them would spend quiet moments in the study, one creating and the other studying.

"Ya Feng, there's something I don't quite understand here..." Ilsa picked up her book and came over to ask him a question, but then quickly lowered her voice.

Ya Feng leaned back on the bench, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes dark and unfathomable, lost in his own thoughts.

Seeing his expression, Ilsa had the illusion that he was a wise and shrewd sage, or a strategist who was planning the affairs of the world.

It's best not to disturb him for now.

Ya Feng spoke slowly and in a low voice:

"I really want to bury my face in those black stockings..."

Ilsa: "..."

Well, we really shouldn't have any unrealistic expectations of him.

Chapter Eight: Who did you propose to?! (Seeking monthly votes!)

Late at night, after finishing her studies, Ilsa was finally able to rest. She returned to her bed, lay down, yawned, and fell asleep almost immediately.

In a daze, as if sensing something, she opened her eyes.

Then I saw a dark figure standing by the bed.

It was Ya Feng.

But at this moment he was dressed in formal attire, wearing a travel cloak, and holding a black wooden cane in his left hand.

"W-what are you doing?"

Ilsa immediately snapped out of her daze, quickly got up, and instinctively pulled the blanket tighter around her.

He suddenly ran into my room so late at night...

But then Ya Feng tossed her a jacket and said:

"Put your clothes on, we're going out."

"Huh? Now?"

"hurry up."

Ilsa had no choice but to get up, put on her clothes, and follow him out the door.

I glanced at the time; it was only two in the morning. The moon was bright and the stars were few, with a cool evening breeze blowing.

"Ya Feng, what's wrong? I have to go to work tomorrow," Ilsa said with a yawn.