Nervous Teachers

A few days later, the entrance examination of the Mystic Arcana Institute of Magic officially started...

Aethelwolf was combing Olivia's hair in front of a mirror. "Do you want me to braid your hair?" He asked while looking at her reflection in the mirror.

Olivia shook her head. "No. I don't want to tie my hair." She replied.

Aethelwolf smiled and patted her head. "Alright. Have you studied the notes I prepared for you?" 

Olivia nodded eagerly. "Yes! Aenwyn also taught me how to control my strength and I even learned noble etiquette from her." 

"Oh? You two seem to have grown close. You even call her by her name now. Aenwyn is older than you and she is also the princess of an elven kingdom so you have to treat her with respect, okay?" 

Olivia raised her head and said. "Papa, Aenwyn told me that I can call her by her name. She said that other people might be suspicious if we talk to her politely."