‘Just how standard is this family? I don’t even have anyone to ask.’

When I slightly tilted my head with a puzzled expression, my plump cheeks jiggled.

“So, what should we do?”

The education officer, who had been staring blankly at me, muttered while clutching his heart.

“Adorable… those cheeks… like a tiny baby’s…”

Did someone finally appear in Mirmod who appreciates my cuteness! I cocked my head cutely and tried making a pout towards him.

“Huh?”

Then the dazed education officer opened his eyes wide and yelled.

“No! Let’s read a fairy tale, a fairy tale book quickly!”

That was the moment.

“Do not involve trivial emotions in your work.”

The disciplinary officer, holding a large book, took out the book tucked under his side and commanded.

“Lord Cien. Originally, fairy tales are for twoyearold children.”

“Two years old?”

“Yes. Lord Cien is five this year. It’s not an age to read trivial fairy tales.”

He looked down at me coldly. His eyes were frozen cold.

‘It seems my cuteness attack won’t work on this man.’

The disciplinary officer was clearly ignoring me.

He has a reason to ignore me. In his eyes, am I nothing more than a country bumpkin? From my perspective, it was rather strange that he was so considerate.

‘Still, isn’t that old man ignoring me too openly?’

“Since you’ve come from the countryside and know nothing about manners, it would be best to start reading this book.”

Looking at the thick hardcover book with a gold rim he offered, I widened my eyes.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a basic etiquette book of the empire.”

“No, that’s too—”

“No, it’s not. Lord Eled did it all.”

“He did, but unlike Lord Eled, Lord Cien is still—”

“Are you disregarding Lord Cien now?”

“Shouldn’t I help you read it first, and then adjust the difficulty level?”

The education officer, who was clearly gentle, seemed to be pushed back.

‘I’d better just blend in this family like an average child. It’s troublesome to stand out too much, or to be looked down upon too much.’

One disciplinary officer, one education officer. And a mysterious boy next to me, who kept staring at the side of my face with a mask on.

After several rounds of argument, the disciplinary officer finally showed a victorious smile.

He extended a large book to me, his lips curling up into a smirk.

“Here it is, Lord Cien. Give it a read.”

“Hmm.”

I cocked my head looking at the book on the table. The education officer handed me a small pencil and muttered.

“With this pencil, you just need to solve the first page. If it’s too hard, you don’t need to do it.”

“Of course, you will solve all of them.”

“Uh, it seems quite difficult.”

It seemed like if I solved half of it, I could meet both of their expectations.

So I started filling in the squares, humming a song.

[This is a time separator.] The disciplinarian, Rilmi, was a young child who had been admitted to the family not long ago after the banishment was lifted. She snickered looking down at Sien.

Consistently showing a displeased expression, she was inwardly ignoring Sien.

‘Damn it. I thought I was going to teach the child of a powerful person!’

She was a scholar from a prestigious academy.

When she first heard that she was invited for the role of disciplinarian in the Count’s house, she was inflated with ambition for power. She thought she would at least be teaching some fifteenyearold young lords and ladies.

‘But one side is the daughter of a past successor with a snapped thread, and the other is an adopted child wearing a mask who might die anytime. They’re all losers.’

She thought she would teach the young lords and ladies closest in the line of succession!

She was angry that she would have to teach such shabby children.

So it was reasonable to think that she had chosen a difficult book that even adults couldn’t decipher properly out of sheer spite. If they couldn’t solve it properly, she would ridicule them.

‘Though it’s not their fault, I am quite irritated.’

The current most powerful in the Mirmod family was Axel and Delfia Mirmod, who were marked as powerful Duke candidates.

One should fawn over the children who have a close emotional relationship with such powerful people, but one can torment an insignificant adopted child and a stupid little kid from the countryside.

‘That’s the law of the jungle.’

Looking down at Sien’s round head, she decided to vent her anger.

‘……But, wait a minute.’

However, at that moment, she was slightly startled by the gaze of the adopted child, who was glaring at her as if to pierce her face.

Whether it was Leonhart or Reinhardt. Anyway, he was a boy with a delicate name. He was known to be gloomy and quiet.

‘He has a sly look in his eyes, like a snake.’

How audacious for an adopted child.

Rilmi thought that she would have to lower Sien’s selfesteem through proper education and then win over Leonhart.

But it was strange.

Sien shook the book with a bright and vibrant voice and laughed as if showing off his rabbit teeth.

“I’m done.”