36 Sunday

Back at the mansion, Darrie, as always, came up immediately and said respectfully:

"Miss, the bath water is ready."

Nanali nodded, then said indifferently: "There's no need to prepare the bath water in advance next time. From now on, I will practice swordsmanship when I come back. It's not too late to take a bath after practicing."

"I understand."

After Nanali went to take a bath, Daisy suddenly pounced over, holding a piece of paper in her hand:

"Mr. Lane, Mr. Lane! Did you write this story?"

Lane was stunned for a moment. He put Daisy, who was hanging on him, back on the ground, and then took the piece of paper in Daisy's hand.

Darrie spoke apologetically:

"This was seen by Daisy when she was cleaning your room. Both she and I like this story very much and have read it over and over again for the whole day."

At this time, Lane also saw the content on the paper.

On this piece of paper was exactly what Lane wrote last night when he couldn't sleep.

— The fairy tale in the memory of that hapless time-traveler, Cinderella.

Lane still liked this kind of fairy tale. It didn't just blindly pursue beauty but chose to face the dark background at that time directly and pursue the light under the dark background, creating one beautiful redemption after another. Even if it was tiny, it was enough to light a lamp in people's hearts.

Such stories might not be suitable for the era where that hapless time-traveler was, but in his background, it was just right.

After taking a glance, Lane returned the paper to Daisy:

"This is also something I saw in other books. I thought it was interesting, so I copied it down. If you like it, just keep it yourself."

"Mr. Lane, you are so nice!"

Daisy took the paper as if she had received some treasure. Her flaxen twin ponytails swayed, and her face was filled with a smile.

After holding the paper and looking at it for a moment, Daisy looked at Lane again: "Mr. Lane, will you write other stories in the future?"

"If I have free time, it's fine to write some."

Lane smiled and poked Daisy's forehead: "These are all for children. Why are you so excited?" Daisy covered her forehead and pouted: "I'm only fourteen years old..."

"..."

Lane's movement of poking Daisy's forehead suddenly froze.

This silly girl is fourteen?

Although Daisy did look a little young, Lane thought that Daisy should be at least sixteen or older, right?

By the way, if even Daisy is only fourteen, how old should the seemingly mature Darrie be?

It seemed that Darrie wasn't much older than Daisy, right?

"Mr. Lane, Mr. Lane?"

Darrie's voice gradually brought Lane back to his senses. Turning his head, he saw Darrie smiling at him:

"Have you decided what to have for the afternoon meal?"

"Ah? Oh, I've already decided. Let's go to the kitchen."

Lane and Darrie went to the kitchen to prepare the afternoon meal. Daisy went to fetch the changeable clothes of Nanali.

After making the afternoon meal, drying Nanali's hair after she took a bath, and enjoying the afternoon meal, Lane and Nanali rested for a while and took care of the seeds of Sayoran.

The growth cycle of Sayoran wasn't long. Plus the reason that Nanali bestowed vitality, just after one day, sprouts had already grown in the flowerpot.

Nanali carefully sent the green light ball summoned by the Healing Spell into the sprout. The sprout quickly absorbed it completely and swayed twice.

Seeing this, a sincere smile appeared on Nanali's small face.

After the rest, it was time for today's swordsmanship practice.

It seemed that old Lamb hadn't instructed Nanali in swordsmanship before. Fortunately, old Lamb hadn't instructed Nanali in swordsmanship. After all, that torturous experience wasn't something that ordinary people could bear.

Compared to that, Lane's swordsmanship guidance could be said to be countless times milder. Besides being a little tired, there was nothing else.

And Nanali didn't feel tired at all either. In the blink of an eye, she entered the state and time flew by.

When Lane was guiding her, Nanali could clearly feel her progress. This was something that had never happened before.

Soon, it got dark.

"Let's stop practicing here for today."

Taking the wooden sword from Nanali's hand, Lane said.

"OK."

Because of the lesson from yesterday, Nanali didn't push herself anymore.

Between being drowsy yesterday, Nanali vaguely saw that it was Lane who carried her back to the mansion...

Because she felt a little ashamed, Nanali had been pretending to have no idea about it until now.

Back at the mansion, after washing her face, Nanali went back to her room and rested early.

Lying on the bed in his own room, Lane thought for a moment. Then he turned over and got out of bed, found pen, paper, and a kerosene lamp, and started writing stories again in the night.

Lane wasn't unable to sleep tonight. He just felt like writing.

He wrote Cinderella last night. Tonight, how about The Little Match Girl?

I don't know how long it passed. As the rustling sound of writing in the room stopped, Lane put down the pen, extinguished the kerosene lamp, stretched, and went to sleep.

Just leave the finished story on the table? I believe when Daisy sees the new story tomorrow morning, she will definitely be very surprised. With a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, Lane slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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The next morning, Lane was awakened by the bells ringing around Atel City.

The bells rang?

I'm going to be late!

"Why didn't you wake me up!"

Hearing the bells, Lane suddenly sat up in bed. After murmuring a complaint to no one knew who in a low voice, he hurriedly ran out of the room.

Pushing the door open forcefully, he saw the two sisters, Darrie and Daisy, doing the cleaning as usual and also looking like they just woke up.

"Good morning, Mr. Lane. Why are you in such a hurry?"

Seeing Lane, Darrie smiled and greeted.

"The bells rang. Nanali is going to be late. I have to hurry and send Nanali to the academy!"

Looking at Lane's anxious appearance, Darrie couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh:

"Mr. Lane, today is Sunday. You don't need to go to the academy."

"Uh..."

Lane froze on the spot.

The knight career with no concept of time and the routine life of the past few days made Lane forget about Sunday.

Daisy also leaned forward and said with a giggle:

"Today is Sunday! Mr. Lane, you big dummy!"

You are laughing at me too?

Lane angrily reached out and pulled Daisy's small face. "Ouch ouch, Mr. Lane, I'm sorry!"

Daisy waved her hands and decisively chose to admit her mistake.

Darrie watched the interaction between the two with a slight smile on her face that never faded.

After playing around with Daisy, Lane went to the washroom to wash up.

Coming out of the washroom, the door of Nanali's room was still closed and quiet. It seemed that Nanali hadn't woken up yet.