"Vier!"
Dorothy also walked out of the sword-testing ground and came to Octaville.
The moment she saw Octaville, Dorothy noticed something unusual about Octaville:
"Vier, what's wrong with you?"
"No, I'm fine."
Octaville responded indifferently and subconsciously glanced at Lane.
Dorothy looked at Octaville and then at Lane. It seemed as if she suddenly discovered something, and a mischievous smile like a little devil flashed across her small face.
"Vier, where's my water?"
Octaville was stunned for a moment: "Water? What water?"
Dorothy pouted and pointed at Lane's side: "Look, Tutor Lane prepared water for Ashe in advance."
"Uh... It's my fault."
Although being demoted to an attendant wasn't Octaville's intention, she was still willing to take good care of Dorothy. The moment Dorothy finished speaking, she turned and fetched a cup of water for Dorothy.
Watching the interaction between Octaville and Dorothy, Lane became even more curious about Dorothy's identity.
What level of nobility could have a Five Demon General serve as an attendant to take care of her?
And let her come to Orcutt College to study?
Lane always felt that there seemed to be some element of conspiracy in it, but looking at the two of them, it didn't quite seem like it.
After thinking for a while, Lane decided to ask Rowling: "Is Dorothy's family of high status in the demon realm?"
"Maybe? It seems to be the granddaughter of a certain grand duke. I don't know the details exactly. She was inserted into my class by the dean. Only the dean knows her identity."
Rowling looked at Dorothy and replied.
Apparently, with her small brain, she couldn't think at this level.
Hearing Rowling's reply, Lane stopped overly obsessing over Dorothy's identity.
Anyway, Duchess Fina knows. She also knows better what to do than I do. If she's not worried, why should I?
Over there, after Dorothy finished drinking the water holding the cup, she said to Octaville again: "From now on, communicate more with Tutor Lane? Learn from him how to be a qualified attendant."
"Ah?"
Octaville looked very reluctant. Communicate more with Lane on how to be an attendant? It should be on how to cut people!
"I don't care."
Dorothy put her hands on her hips and said willfully:
"Anyway, I'm envious of Ashe. Do as you see fit!"
Although extremely reluctant, for her young lady, Octaville still chose to agree: "...Yes, my lady."
"Hey!"
Dorothy turned around, giggled, and showed a triumphant expression on her face.
After a short break, the second half of the swordsmanship class began.
All the students returned to the sword-testing ground and started practicing with their swords.
After watching Dorothy return to the sword-testing ground, Octaville came close to Lane again, looking very reluctant.
Seeing Octaville approaching, Lane smiled slightly: "Not afraid of me anymore?"
"Who's afraid of you! Don't talk to me!"
After coldly scolding Lane, Octaville stopped talking.
Lane was full of confusion.
You on your's own initiative approach me and yet don't let me talk to you?Are you awake?
Then, the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.
After Octaville finished saying not to let Lane talk to her, her dark purple eyes stared straight at Lane's every move, as if she wanted to eat Lane, making Lane's back feel a little creepy.
"You..."
"Hmm?"
Lane just wanted to ask Octaville what she meant, but Octaville suddenly raised an eyebrow, causing the words on Lane's lips to be swallowed back.
But on second thought, Lane felt something was wrong again.
No, why should I be afraid of her?
However, looking at Octaville's appearance, if Lane dared to tease her again, she might really ignore the manager's warning and swing the huge sword to fight Lane.
Lane didn't want to lose face for himself and Nanali because of such a trivial matter, so he ignored Octaville anymore.
You watch yours. Can you stare me to death?
After observing Nanali's swordsmanship for another class, Lane finally planned the training route for Nanali's swordsmanship in his heart.
Estimating that the time was almost up, Lane took out a handkerchief from the inside of his clothes and placed it on his raised forearm.
"Why do you have a handkerchief?"
Seeing Lane's action, Octaville, who had been staring at Lane intently, finally spoke coldly.
Lane gave Octaville a sideways glance and withdrew his gaze.
Just when Octaville was about to lose control of her shame and anger and explode, Lane said indifferently: "Nanali has practiced swordsmanship for such a long time and must have sweated a lot. Taking out the handkerchief in advance is to facilitate wiping Nanali's sweat."
Octaville blinked, indicating that she learned, and quickly took out a dark purple handkerchief.
Lane glanced at the handkerchief in Octaville's hand and smiled:
"This handkerchief suits you well."
As Lane's words fell, Octaville's body suddenly tensed up, a blush emerged on Octaville's pretty cheek and gradually spread to her snow-white neck.
Uh... System crash?
Lane felt like he might have found a way to deal with this female demon general.
Soon, the second half of the swordsmanship class was over, and this was also the last class of the day.
When Nanali put the wooden sword back on the weapon rack and came to him in small steps, Lane, who was holding the handkerchief, squatted down, took the handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat on Nanali's small face:
"Let's wipe the sweat first, and then we'll go home."
"I... I can wipe it myself!"
Nanali blushed and snatched the handkerchief. After wiping the sweat off her face, she returned the handkerchief to Lane.
Lane just took the handkerchief when Nanali suddenly remembered something and blushed, scolding Lane coquettishly: "Don't smell it!"
Lane: "..."
What kind of person do you think I am?
On the other side, Octaville also successfully restarted. After watching the interaction between Lane and Nanali, Octaville also squatted down like Lane and used the handkerchief to wipe Dorothy's small face.
However... Octaville used a little too much force and directly distorted Dorothy's small face.
"Uh-wah-wah!"
After mumbling indistinctly twice, Dorothy quickly snatched the handkerchief, rubbed her small face that was reddened by Octaville, and looked at Octaville speechlessly.
Octaville also lowered her head in shame. Although she was Dorothy's attendant and was responsible for taking care of Dorothy, she was merely performing the duties of a knight.