Private Tutor to the Duke’s Daughter: Volume 8 [Parts 1 to 7] by Riku Nanano

Author:Riku Nanano
Language: eng
Format: epub

After a meal of delicious fruits whose names I didn’t know and tea brewed from native herbs, we returned to the bedroom and immediately began preparing for our journey.

“Atra, come here,” I called.

The girl stopped excitedly inspecting the violet ribbon tied at the front of her head and her new shoes in the full-length mirror and walked up to me.

“You should wear this,” I said, helping her into the lovely white coat I’d found on the chair. “It’s summertime, but the nights might still be chilly, and it’s dangerous to go barefoot. Linaria picked this out for you too.”

Atra’s ears and tail twitched happily as she raced around the bedroom, eyes shining. I set about changing my own clothes while I appreciated her heartwarming antics. Then, dressed in the brand-new white shirt and black trousers that Linaria had picked out for me in her last moments, I donned the robe my mother had given me. Even tattered as it was, I couldn’t bear to part with it.

Atra energetically hopped onto the bed and started stealing glances at me. It looked like she wanted to play.

“Hey now,” I chided. “Don’t do that with your shoes on.”

With a happy chirp, she burrowed under the covers and out of sight.

I packed a cloth bag I’d found after breakfast with several of those nameless fruits and a flask of herbal tea, as well as a small medicine case and a few rolls of linen bandages. Then I walked over to the bed, seized the blanket, and, with a little whoop of effort, mercilessly commandeered it. I swiftly folded the blanket and added it to my sack, leaving a discontented Atra on the bed.

I chuckled as I lifted the enchanted sword Cresset Fox from its place against the chair and belted it around my waist. Then I lifted the enchanted rod Silver Bloom. Both weapons were of such superb quality that I shrank from even touching them.

“The sword will be better off in Lydia’s hands,” I murmured to myself. “I can’t possibly make the most of—”

A twinge of pain from the ring on my right hand cut my musings short. I supposed it was finding fault with me.

I shouldered my bag and called, “Atra, time to go.”

With a musical peep, the girl stood up on the bed and leapt lightly to my side.

“All right. Off we go!”

Atra sang her agreement, and we marched off toward a door I’d not yet tried. I waved my right hand over its heavy, dark-brown surface and sensed faint traces of mana, followed by a shink as it unlocked. One gentle push, and we were on our way.

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