Just as Miss Elisa’s fist was about to land on Simon, a notification screen appeared.
[Hitting Students Is Prohibited!]
What hitting? This is just a necessary part of the lesson. If you want to learn combat, you have to learn how to take a beating first!
Miss Elisa conveniently twisted the definition and kept swinging her fist.
Huh?
Her fist passed straight through Simon’s body, just as if it had passed through the screen.
“Teacher, what are you doing?” The male servant took two steps back and stared at her in astonishment.
Teacher? This dream classroom even comes with its own setting? In here, we’re not mistress and servant, but teacher and student? Elisa pondered.
Dreams were an extremely important field in mysticism, as well as one of its most mysterious. Elisa didn’t know any dream-related spells, but she had learned some basic knowledge about them from her teacher.
She raised her fist again. “Be a good student and stay still. Teacher won’t hurt you… Hey, don’t run!”
Elisa chased after Simon, trying punches, elbow strikes, knee strikes, leg sweeps, takedowns, shoulder throws, armbars, Kimura locks, ankle locks, rear naked chokes, triangle chokes, and guillotines, but not a single attack managed to hit him.
Damn it! Can’t you at least let me land a couple of punches?!
[Hitting Students Is Prohibited!] wasn’t merely a warning. It was a rule.
Being able to manipulate the rules of a dream at will is kind of terrifying, Elisa thought.
And while I was chasing and attacking him, I could clearly feel the strength in my body and every movement of my muscles.
This was a dream, after all….a twisted, bizarre world! Even keeping the scenery consistent inside a dream was difficult, much less making everything exactly the same as reality!
This is practically another real world!
Reluctantly giving up on beating her student, Elisa began seriously exploring [Young Lady’s Late-Night Lessons] and teaching him properly.
To her delight, she discovered that while she couldn’t simply beat up her student here, reasonable strikes made as part of the lesson were perfectly allowed.
She immediately revised the lesson plan, adding plenty of high-intensity sparring sessions. Rubbing her hands together, she turned to Simon with a beaming smile.
Striking techniques, throws, joint locks, and even her beloved chokeholds…Simon was getting the full course.
[This lesson has ended.]
What? Already?!
Still wanting more, Elisa reluctantly released him and watched as the grayish-white space slowly faded away.
She opened her eyes to the ornate canopy above her bed.
Elisa sat up and drew back the bed curtains. It was already morning. She had spent the entire night teaching Simon.
But it had felt like much longer than a single night…..at least a full day. Time flowed differently inside [Young Lady’s Late-Night Lessons] than it did in reality.
She had no idea just what level of power this screen possessed. Calling it demigod-level might actually have been an understatement.
As her personal maid helped her change, Elisa was in an excellent mood.
That felt great!
Compared to all those elegant activities befitting a young lady, this kind of bare-knuckle action suits me much better.
She opened the screen and glanced at [Simon’s Log].
[Simon woke from his dream feeling sore all over, despite not having a single injury on his body.]
[He seems to have had a dream in which a golden-haired, red-eyed dog chased him around and bit him for an entire day. Somehow, he has acquired a set of combat techniques.]
Elisa nodded slightly. Just as she had expected, the male servant retained no memories of the dream. He had merely gained the combat skills.
However, what happened in the dream still carried over to the male servant in the form of sensations like phantom pain, for instance, and that golden-haired, red-eyed… Wait, what golden-haired, red-eyed dog?!
Miss Elisa glanced at the dressing mirror beside her and met the gaze of the golden-haired, red-eyed girl reflected within. Her expression froze.
Damn you, Simon. Just you wait! Tonight, this golden-haired dog… Pah! This young lady will show you what I’m capable of!
Elisa suppressed the urge to punch him and let her maid help her wash up. Another notification appeared.
[The nightmare has severely affected Simon’s mood. Even delicious food cannot make up for it.]
[Intimacy -1]
“!!!”
My Intimacy!
You bastard! Why are you deducting my Intimacy just because some golden retriever bit you?! It wasn’t me!
Miss Elisa felt entirely justified.
Still, only losing 1 point for getting to beat him up wasn’t such a bad deal.
After getting dressed and washing up, Elisa went to the dining room for breakfast. While eating her favorite pudding, she suddenly realized something.
That wasn’t a loss of 1 point… it was a loss of 3! Simon normally gave her a steady +2 Intimacy at breakfast, but today that +2 was gone!
Beating him up cost me 3 whole points of Intimacy!
Elisa’s heart ached so badly that even the pudding in her hand no longer tasted good.
She let out a melancholy sigh.
Beside her, Maria was overcome with worry. Lately, the young lady’s moods had been swinging wildly, keeping her constantly on edge.
She had no idea what could possibly have happened. Nothing had gone wrong anywhere in the manor.
Reluctantly, Elisa abandoned her plans for another brawl that night and opened [Young Lady’s Late-Night Lessons].
She had completely forgotten that last night had actually been a lesson and hadn’t even checked the results yet.
[Under your hellish training, Simon completed a combat lesson. His combat proficiency has increased.]
What do you mean, hellish?! How rude!
[Simon has acquired the skill: Combat LV2.]
Straight to LV2? As expected of me. I’m practically a born teacher!
Wait. Something’s not right!
Elisa looked back at her own skill levels, and her composure nearly shattered.
My Etiquette is only LV2! I paid Lady Helen three pounds to teach me for two weeks, getting up early and staying up late every single day, and only then did I reach LV2. Yet you got to LV2 after studying for one night?
How is that fair? How does that make any sense?!
Give me back my tuition! At least fifty pounds!
At that moment, Elisa desperately wished she could trade places with Simon. She wanted a male servant’s late-night lessons too!
After drinking two cups of black tea to calm herself down, Elisa sighed again.
Oh well. Her own male servant becoming stronger was ultimately a good thing.
Judging from the level of my [Etiquette], LV2 should be close to professional level. I only managed to learn Etiquette to LV2 within half a month because I’m a Transcendent.
That male servant is just an ordinary person, yet after a single night, his [Combat] is already close to professional level. [Young Lady’s Late-Night Lessons] really is incredible.
Hmm, perhaps Simon’s own aptitude deserves some of the credit too. He didn’t slack off at all and trained seriously the entire night.
We’ll continue with [Combat] tonight. Even for Transcendents, combat is an important subject. Low-rank Transcendents only have a few relatively weak spells at their disposal, after all.
After observing him for a while longer, if Simon proved trustworthy, perhaps she could guide him onto the path of the Transcendent.
Setting down her teacup, Elisa glanced at the weather outside. Clouds had blotted out the summer heat, making it the perfect time for a stroll.
She stood up, then suddenly remembered that Simon liked wandering around the manor and sat back down again.
What if I run into him while I’m out walking?!
His powers of observation are terrifyingly sharp! Yesterday, I pretended to drop my pen, and he actually saw right through me!
Even when she eventually guided him onto the path of the Transcendent, she couldn’t do it by meeting him directly.
What I intend to do is far too ambitious. No one but madmen and schemers would ever support me.
Elisa gazed out the window, her mood turning melancholy.
“Miss Elisa.” A maid handed her a letter.
Elisa opened it. It was from Miss Mabel, the baron’s daughter whose chest was actually even flatter than hers and who faked her figure with breast pads. She wrote that her family’s geraniums had bloomed and invited Elisa over tomorrow to admire the flowers and have tea.
Elisa picked up pen and paper and happily accepted the invitation.
After having the head maid deliver her reply, Elisa rose to her feet and twirled around in delight, her golden hair fluttering through the air.
Now that she had established a connection with Miss Mabel, she already had one foot in high society. In the circles of the nobility!
And it was all thanks to that male servant.
If I train him well and then send him over to wander around my enemies for a while, I’ll be able to gather quite a bit of valuable intelligence!
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