Since then, he also began his tutelage under Diana, his mother.
Other than his sword and magic training, Arnold also deemed it necessary for Yoro to continue his education. Arnold set the bare minimum to the standard of the academy so he could at least support himself independently when the time came.
When the time came….huh, the way he said it was honestly really disturbing. It was as if Yoro would go far away later in the very long duration of time, additionally, without any help or protection from his guardian.
Well, at least Yoro could understand Arnold's reason and concern, so he complied anyway. On the other hand, it was really interesting to learn new things about this world. They were just like having some kind of charm that made you enamored with any new revelation it opened and brought to you, so no hard feelings..
Although... his mentor Diana, or in other words, his own mother, was nothing similar like Chadrac or Arnold in her teaching. Oh you are very mistaken if you think she is a kind and caring teacher who taught her students in a patient and amiable manner.
Nope
She was the complete opposite of it.
She taught him with an iron fist, and what she did was nothing less than literally hammering all the knowledge into his head. He was in utter mess right at the end of his first day under her care. But what was more frustrating about all those was the gaze that Arnold and Chad were giving to him. It was as if they knew what he was going through and yet, couldn't help or do anything about it. That was when he realized he needed to take care of this problem himself.
And when he realized it, four days had passed since the first day he transmigrated here.
Right now, Yoro was sitting in front of the mirror. He bet that the price was hundreds of golds from it's appearances and decoration alone. His family was just that rich after all.
What reflected on that beautifully made mirror was a familiarly sick, pale face. His own face actually. However, it looked pale not because his illness relapsed again. No, obviously not. It was because of Arnold's instruction to make the information about his recovery a secret, and he needed something to hide it from their own servants. If there was one thing Yoro agreed with Arnold, then it was his saying about the higher position one was in, the harder he/she would be in trusting someone.
Yoro didn't do this alone, of course. More accurately, he couldn't. Well, naturally it's because he was a male in both of his lifes. Never did he apply makeup that professionally. Even if he was in fact, did it one or two times in his past life, it only for the sake of certain events only.
That's why he had one very trusted person on his side, holding a brush of a whitening makeup in her hand.
"It's been some days, what do you think about your recovery, Yoro?" Diana said to break the ice in the atmosphere.
"More energy, more activity, and more workload. Can't say I am happy about the last one though. But overall, I am fairly happy about how things progressed. I mean, to life without any burden and dread if I could live tomorrow or not was actually very relieving, you know?" Yoro answered his mother and moved his head slightly to the right. Now Diana was working on his left part of face.
"It must be hard for you, right? But you have to worry about that no more though" She said, a kind smile was on her face. "You are well and healthy now, after all."
Yoro knew she was just trying to tell him the positive side of things and made him forget about the dark-hour he had been going through. But what she didn't know was the fact that Yoro went through two hell instead of one. Not only the dark memories about his last time on earth, he also had memories about the original Yoro and all the things he had gone through. One just couldn't watch himself from when he was born until he came to what he was now without harboring a sentimental feeling after all.
Yet, he didn't consider that as a bad side-effect, not at all.
A smile crept up on his face when he saw Diana was done. He should really say that her work in the makeup field was top notch. He couldn't even tell the difference from the face he had when he was ill and the fake one. It was all perfect and similar without any slightest bit of mishap, or at least noticeable one.
It reminds him about the first three days he was here though.
On the first day, he recalled that everyone was giving him a pitying gaze and literally avoiding him while only doing the bare minimum courtesy a servant should do to their master.
However, on the second day, their gaze changed into a strange one. They noticed that Yoro was somehow… getting better. They didn't know if the change was permanent or not, but flattery and all sucking up started to happen around him. Well, all except Cecilia though. She was just an odd one, always caring about his well-being and his feelings regardless of his condition or usefulness…. hmm, is she perhaps-
Nope, let's not jump into a conclusion just yet.
It was on the third day that all of those were being reverted back to the initial situation. The servants saw their young master getting better only for a day and not actually 'cured.' It was the very day when Arnold instructed him for 'recovery secrecy' and also the day when Diana started applying whitening makeup to his face, which in the turn, reverting their treatment back to the avoiding and distant one almost immediately.
Oh such an irony.
"Well, I think it's about the time. Let's get some breakfast, shall we?" Diana beamed him a cheerful smile and ruffled his messy hair. Her motherly figure and her warm hand was transmitted through her touch, averting Yoro's eyes to the side out of embarrassment.
In the end, Yoro's lips involuntarily curved into a helpless smile, a warm feeling washed over his chest without his permission or control upon it at all.
Yes, one just couldn't watch one's memories being played for years without harboring sentimental feeling after all. These feelings weren't artificial, Yoro knew. These were a real one, growing unconsciously over years watching the memories upon memories unfolded before his very own eyes.
These were his feelings now. They were his families now. And here was his home now.
Even if it wasn't HIS beforehand, it's HIS now. He inherited it all, and not a thing was left out.
He was grateful, really. At the end of the day, he got everything he craved the most in his past life. Everything he had lost before, he basically got it all back now. And there Yoro realized how important these things are. He couldn't imagine how he would respond if he lost it all for once again, not anymore. And so will he treasured all this moment wholefully, savoring all of it's moment.
So even if these feelings were fake, he didn't think it was a bad thing.
The only thing he wished was for it to continue as long as it can, not any more than that.
'This is enough' he thought. 'This alone is more than enough for me, I won't ask for anything more.' Because for him, this was enough to make him happy. Enough to make his heart satisfied.
'I won't ask for more.' He thought with a smile as he followed his mother out.