Someone named Lopili was telling how he got to hear rumors about the people of the south."

  "Hemm……"

  It was Clerivan who lost words to my unobstructed answer.

  I asked with an innocent expression that I didn’t know anything.

  "Did you come here because you want to read this book? Would you like to borrow it?"

  I handed the thick green book to Clerivan and said.

  "I’m curious about what’s behind it, but I can read it later."

  "Hmm. It’s not like that. I’ve already read it, so you can keep reading it."

  "Ah, that’s good!"

  I laughed, holding the book in my arms as if I was really happy.

  It was so fun teasing him like that, it was great to see those cold human eyes fluttering wildly.

  He was embarrassed for a while.

  Clerivan, who came back with a blunt face, asked me another question.

  "There are three rumors that Lopili heard. What is it……?"

  "Wait a minute, Uncle Clerivan."

  "……Why?."

  "You were wrong."

  I laughed as I rolled up the tail of my mouth.

  "Lopili is not ’he’. It’s ’she’."

  "Yes?"

  "If you look at the page in front of the cover, it’s listed. The full name is Abane Lopili. She a female scholar."

  "Well, what is that now……"

  Confused Clerivan opens the book and urgently reads the preface down.

  Oh, it’s fun.

  I put one more word toward Clerivan, who couldn’t hide his embarrassment.

  "You already read it. You read it roughly."

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  I had to bite the flesh on the inside of my cheek in order not to laugh.

  Cleverly, who covered the book with a sound, said with fear, looking at me sitting with a relaxed expression.

  "At first, it will be difficult to keep up with the class."

  "You will learn a lot of new things!"

  I nodded and said brightly as if welcoming.

  "We do not treat you special because you are young. You will be taking classes with your cousins who are older than Florentia."

  "I think it will be fun!"

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  I would look smarter next to them!

  Excitedly, seeing me running around with my short legs, Clerivan sighed a little and said, as if giving up.

  "…… And not uncle. Call me a teacher."

  Finally, permission has run out!

  Before Clerivan changed his mind, I quickly replied out loud.

  "Yes, teacher!"

  You’re taking classes at the age of seven!

  Perhaps the fastest in Lombardy history?

  How is Clerivan going to report what happened today to my grandfather?

  The imagination made me feel better, and I laughed at Clerivan.