Private Tutor to the Duke’s Daughter: Volume 11 [Parts 1 to 8] by Riku Nanano

Author:Riku Nanano
Language: eng
Format: epub

Niccolò and I discussed all sorts of things while we waited for the ladies to finish their bath. Linguistics seemed to be his specialty, and he could even more or less decipher Old Imperial—notorious for its impenetrability. I suspected he also had a scholarly bent if he’d made it through the first volume of The Secret History of the War of the Dark Lord. He and Teto were birds of a feather.

Tuna was the first to emerge, wearing a cape over her nightgown and stammering, “H-How could I have kept you waiting?”

“Tuna!” Niccolò cried, racing over to her like an enthusiastic dog. “I...I’m going to try my best!”

The part-elven beauty gave her young master a quizzical look, then broke into a smile. “Of course, Don Niccolò. And I’ll be right beside you.”

“What did you say this time?” Lydia demanded, emerging dressed in her nightgown. She carried Atra snug in her basket, which I took from her.

“We spoke man-to-man,” I replied, petting the fox cub’s delightfully fluffy head. “My lips are sealed.”

“Oh, really?” Lydia pressed closer, her gaze locked on my hand.

“What did you talk about?” I asked, slightly flustered to smell my same soap and shampoo on her.

“We spoke woman-to-woman. My lips are sealed.”

I see. So that’s how she wants to play it.

I looked down the hall after the retreating pair. “Tuna has nothing to worry about. Niccolò is Niche’s brother. He wouldn’t make her unhappy.”

Lydia gave me a half-lidded glare and wordlessly started nipping at my left arm.

“Ow!” I yelled. “No biting!”

“Then stop being too perceptive for your own good!” she snapped.

“What’s wrong with that?!”

I took a break from fooling around to wave at Saki and Cindy, who had been standing guard in the corridor. “Please make sure everyone gets a turn,” I said. “The baths are lovely.”

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I returned with Lydia to our room and transferred Atra from her basket to the bed. The fox cub burrowed under the covers and twitched her ears with pleasure. While I set my pocket watch on the bedside table, I heard the patter of running feet, followed by an “Mm!” from behind me.

“Yes, yes,” I said.

“Only one ‘yes,’” Lydia whined from her seat on the couch. Tiredness must have been making her needy.

I circled around behind her and started brushing her short scarlet hair. A peaceful silence followed.

“Lydia,” I said at last, “as I mentioned earlier, I’d like to sneak in a bit more reading before bed.”

“No.”

“Oh, come on.”

“No!” the noblewoman repeated, turning to look at me like a sulking child. “You say ‘a bit,’ but you’ll go on reading into the dead of night. You ought to listen to me once in a while.”

“I think I do,” I demurred, scratching my cheek. I indulged her whims as much as Caren’s, didn’t I?

The young woman flopped over on the couch, hugging a pillow, and commenced flailing. “You don’t! And you haven’t baked me any treats yet!”

I sighed, stowed the brush in a cloth bag, and moved to the kitchenette. This called for herbal tea.

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