Chapter 505 – Learning From Dragons II (1)
The place where Marey arrived was what could be called an audience room. No, originally, it could have been the throne room of Balter Kingdom. At the far end of the wide red carpet was a staircase, and behind it was a throne stretched high.
Marey walked forward along the carpet as she should, straightening her back nervously as Lauren drew closer. Lauren was sitting on the throne. She had a pattern representing the Fawen family on her back engraved on her back, which seemed to be about three meters high.
“I called after seeing the lights on, are you sleeping?”
“I was talking to Sir Nemua.”
Lauren nodded her head lightly. In front of her was a table with a chessboard on it. It’s strange to even call it an outrageous dress with a higher degree of exposure than at dinner. Marey tried not to take her eyes off her figure, wearing what would have been considered a piece of cloth.
“Sit down.”
Marey sat on a sofa that looked out of place and looked out of place, and looked at the well-arranged chessboard. A square table, chairs and a chessboard. If there were any things that didn’t fit in this large audience room, Marey could confidently name these three.
It seemed she had it for herself.
“Do you know how to play chess?”
“I learned a little.”
Lauren said nothing. She looked at Marey for a while. At the gaze of the purple light, Marei stiffened her body. Although she was a well-dressed Lauren, she looked very bored.
“I can’t.”
Holding Marey’s knight in one hand, Lauren briefly expressed her feelings. Marei could only smile bitterly at the sight of her own piece, which was all that remained of her king.
Lauren didn’t finish the game. She didn’t even know if she was caring at all. The ring on her hand, resting on her chin, sparkled. When Marei thinks that the beauty in front of her eyes belongs to someone, she feels a cold sense of guilt for her own desire to keep looking at her body, contrary to the hot emotion rising up in her heart. Feel it
“I don’t think you learned it from Ravela, where did she learn it?”
“At school… My choir friends told me about it.”
“Is this the place Marcre made?”
Sasha senior’s last name was probably like that. Marey nodded her head.
“Your gaze is too short-sighted. In a passive attitude of just waiting for the opponent’s move, you can’t even read the basic numbers.”
Marey didn’t know what expression to make at Lauren’s grim evaluation, so she had no choice but to bow her head.
“You must practice a lot.”
“Yes…”
A heavy silence followed. Lauren, who was looking at the white knight she held with her fingertips, spoke her out after a while.
“Are you enjoying your school life?”
“Ah yes… !”
Lauren gave her a small nod.
She said, “I made it according to the place that the warrior often talked about. Even though we invested enough equipment and resources, the results were not so good. What do you think the problem is?”
“Yeah… You mean the problem?”
Speaking of her school life, most of her time was devoted to her pregnancy education (?), So it was difficult for her to form an opinion as Marei. She still tells Marey, Lauren’s grandson(?), Who can be said to be the principal, to attend her school.
Marey was able to say at least a few things because there were good souls to express their dissatisfaction with.
“First of all, it’s good to bring the system of the Imperial University as it is… I wonder if there are too many students compared to the number of professors…”
“There are few teachers?”
It was difficult for her to explain Lauren’s aggressive questioning attitude, but Marei had no choice but to try to explain as best he could.
“Because there is a difference between teaching a student and being a prominent figure in the field. Of course, since she is at the forefront of her field, she thinks it’s good to learn more and deepen… Most of the classes…”
Marey gave examples of each of the subjects she was learning, such as swordsmanship lessons, magic, and so on. She ~ She was often told that she was a ka, but she was in a position where she should not speak carelessly about a story she had not experienced.
“She has just been in school, but is too deep for general education… It’s shallow for higher education.”
If it was not for this place, but for her friends or Philia, she would have expressed a more harsh expression. She was just an imitation of the Imperial University. It should be said that it is about the deterioration version.
“Yes, I plan to turn it into an educational institution like the Imperial University when it becomes more stable. Right now, Balter Academy will be at least an affiliated academy.”
Lauren calmly talked about her plans for the future.
“I plan to hire most of the kids who teach classes now as university professors. In the case of things like swordsmanship and martial arts, I plan to support them by creating an academy level or something like a club in moderation. Most of the professors just asked to find out the level of the children before establishing a new university. I know that students and professors are dissatisfied, but I thought it was a necessary process. Next, let’s talk.”
I don’t know about the other professors, but Illien seemed to really enjoy laughing with her children in class, but she nodded her head. She wasn’t even in a position to hold a horse’s tail. In a situation where the subject was quickly changed, it was a meaningless story whether it was a change of mood or anything.
“In school… It seems that there is such a thing as a faction. No, it exists. Pull and push… Everyone seems to be okay, but it seems to me that there is a potential for problems. I don’t think good results will come out if left alone.”
“Yeah, most of them figure it out. I’m glad you didn’t say that the children gathered innocently. The scholarship students are pushed here and there and are constantly being monitored. Friendship and information sharing are understandable, but the handling of those who go beyond that will be handled by the emperor or other ministries, so don’t get carried away.”
Looking at the white knight with sleepy eyes, Lauren’s words were terrifying.
“And then.”
“I don’t know if being a mentor-mentee is meaningful.”
She felt sorry for Celine, but Marey had no choice but to speak frankly.
“Let’s continue.”
“Beyond cliques and all, in terms of effectiveness, I think it would be better for a professor to have a professional person who can manage it in terms of administration or daily life be added or full-time, rather than having a professor concurrently serve as a homeroom teacher or burden.”
Lauren nodded her head unimpressed. It was the reaction she expected.
“Next.”
“There are many subjects that can be taken, but most children tend to follow a standardized curriculum…”
When Marey finished talking, Lauren calmly opened her mouth.
“Next.”
“Regarding the use of academy space…”
It was the same after that.
“Next.”
“About moving between classes…”
As if Lauren were begging her to continue, she continued. Listen to Marey’s story to the end. She didn’t ask questions about him, she just asked her thoughts.
It seemed that the place had become a place to complain about the complaints of the students to the head of the academy, but at Lauren’s questioning, who kept repeating the word “Next”, Marey had no choice but to bring up everything that was and wasn’t there. She tried to be as objective as possible, but she couldn’t even remember what she was saying in the ‘next’ baptism that followed so frenziedly.
“Is it over?”
“…Yes.”
Lauren finally nodded her head. She looked sleepy, her eyes half-closed, she couldn’t tell what she was thinking. In her silence, Marey chewed each word out, wondering if she had made a mistake, but concluded that she was average.
Lauren still said nothing. She didn’t feel the pressure of her not being able to breathe as before, but that didn’t change the fact that she was obviously uncomfortable in this position. It seemed that the longer her time with Lauren grew, the more difficult and unknown she became.
Marey closes her eyes and realizes again that she and Lauren remain alone in her spacious throne room. How long had she been here alone. Lilith, a demon. Recalled her own great-grandmother. She thought of Lauren, who had been abandoned and who had been chosen by the hero.
She opened her eyes again and saw Lauren. She sat on the throne as she was, unchanged. She was the one who stood above everyone’s coveted position, but Marei was just pitiful. Marey tried to see herself in her Lauren.
She erased all traces of Lilith and tried to understand if she deceived and manipulated everyone as if she were the hero’s wife. But she didn’t do well. She just realized that she didn’t know anything about Lauren.
Then, all of a sudden, I realized that the ring on her hand was very annoying. And again, I don’t focus on the existence of Lauren, but on the woman called Lauren. The clothes that were split from the top of her silence followed from the beginning to be called a slit. She’s not wearing panties The presence in front of her with a brief thought. No, women. No, her desire to own a female raises her head.
He’s taller than Ravela, obviously because he’s connected by blood. Wouldn’t her skin be similar? That sticky, tolerant hole. Unlike Ravela, who is considered like an older sister, she looks about the same age as Marey’s biological mother, who is faint in memory. When I recalled her words that Marai was her mother, I involuntarily swallowed her dry saliva.
How would it feel to ejaculate a woman named Lauren de Parwen while calling her mother? First of all, I pushed it down and imagined that insensitive look on her face looking up at him with her affectionate eyes. Marai let out her breath mixed with pleasure involuntarily.
“I heard about hanging out with Romanian guys,” She said.
“…Yes.”
Marey involuntarily swallowed her breath. Like a child caught in her imagination trying to do her wrong, her boy hardened her body and bowed her head.
“Is it the daughter of Asmos…? . I remember that her father was miserable, but that her daughter did not resemble her father.”
“Yes, her name is Philia the Blood.”
Lauren looks at Marey with a sleepy expression. As she snapped her fingers, a wine bottle and two glasses were placed on her table. She filled two wine glasses herself. Marais instinctively knew that the glass barely enough to wet her lips was her own.
“Drink.”
Without saying a word, Marei took her glass with both hands and carefully moistened her lips. It feels slightly astringent, but for a moment, the sweet smell wets her tongue and feels like it is digging into her tongue. Sweet. However, unlike foods full of sugar, it was soft and light. And it was deep.
“Did you think that the principality was better than Balter?”
“No.”
Lauren closed her eyes. She got the feeling that for some reason she was laughing. She opened her eyes again and looked down at Marey. She wanted to forget that she had just imagined her harassing her and mixing her flesh with pleasure.
Unlike before, it was as if she had become naked in front of purple eyes that were looking straight at her. Marei involuntarily forced her hand to cover her body and grabbed her armrest.
“Did you think that Valter could not be yours?”
“…I don’t know what that means..”
Lauren laughed. She let out a small laugh of her own. And with a sneer on her face she looks at the boy.
“…Would you like to have a duchy?”
“No.”
“Then, why on earth are you staying with a princess?”
“Because we are friends.”
Lauren laughed at Marey’s answer. And she tossed the wine glass. Red wine flowed down the wall where the wine glass collided. Lauren covered her face with her right hand and she laughed. The ring on her ring finger kept bothering her eyes.
Friend. Friend. Lauren, who had muttered the words several times, leaned against her back as if her spirits had gone.
