45 Gentleness or Brutality

"Daisy's character... is a bit unpredictable. Originally, I thought Daisy's mood would only be low for a short period of time and would get better soon. But I didn't expect this issue to have such a big impact on her."

Speaking of the later part, Darrie sighed.

Lane couldn't help but ask: "Hasn't Daisy... ever left this mansion since childhood?"

"... Yes."

Darrie nodded: "Daisy has been living in this mansion since she was sensible. She was given the mission to take care of the young lady. Until now, every time I go out to buy things, it's only me. Daisy has never stepped out of the mansion's gate."

Hearing this, a wry smile appeared on Lane's face: "Your protection of her is a bit excessive."

"Who let me be the elder sister?"

Darrie smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if Daisy doesn't understand anything. I'll just take care of her. I'll take care of her for a lifetime. Even if she gets married, I'll follow along."

—Although it's very difficult for these maids like them to have the chance to get married in their lifetime.

But this was also what Darrie wanted. Because in this way, she could always protect Daisy like this.

"If Daisy is still like this tomorrow, what will you do?"

"... "

Darrie fell silent, and the smile on her face quickly faded.

Seeing this, Lane sighed: "Anyway, it's because Daisy read the story I wrote that she became like this. Let me think of a way."

Hearing this, Darrie suddenly raised her head: "Mr. Lane, what way?"

Lane silently untied the money bag at his waist and handed it to Darrie:

"There are still many silver coins inside. Tomorrow, you and Daisy go buy some wheat together. Then take Daisy to the places where there are more poor people and give out porridge."

This was the simplest and most direct method. Because in such places, there were "little match girls" everywhere.

After Daisy saw the scene there, she would presumably understand the meaning of the story "The Little Match Girl".

Moreover, unlike the story, as the giver of the porridge, Daisy became the bird and the hunter for the little girl. In this way, Daisy's knot in her heart could almost be untied. Darrie took the money bag and was stunned for a good while before reacting: "Mr. Lane, I can't take this money..."

"Just take it. It's anyway money that came from the wind."

Lane waved his hand and said indifferently.

Darrie: "... Eh?"

Came from the wind? What does that mean?

This money was actually the gold coins that Lane borrowed from Rowling before. After spending some, it became a bag of silver coins.

Later, Lane successfully paid off the debt with a simple bento. It was indeed no problem to say it came from the wind.

"Even so, but Daisy she..."

"You can't keep her cooped up in the mansion all the time."

Lane interrupted Darrie's words again and gently persuaded: "Being carefree is indeed a good thing. But being too carefree, isn't that being stupid? Take Daisy out more. Let Daisy see more things."

"... "

Darrie was silent for a moment and finally nodded.

Just like this, in a silent and quiet atmosphere, the two silently finished washing the dishes.

"Mr. Lane."

When they finished washing the dishes and were about to separate to do their own things, Darrie finally spoke.

Lane turned his head: "What's wrong?"

"Although I don't know what Mr. Lane has experienced before, I feel that if you hadn't experienced those things, Mr. Lane should be a very gentle person."

After saying this sentence, Darrie quickly left in a hurry, leaving Lane alone in a daze.

Am I... gentle?

Lane twitched the corner of his mouth. Such a character didn't seem to have much to do with him, right? At least before this, no one had ever said these two words to him.

There were many people who called him a brute.

It might also be related to adapting to the identity of a butler? After all, he had always wanted such a peaceful life before, so he adapted very quickly.

After resting for a while, Lane brought Nanali and Ivette to the yard and started the swordsmanship practice in the afternoon.

At the beginning of the swordsmanship practice, Nanali said that Lane should teach Ivette first, and she could just continue to practice the basics.

After all, when Ivette went to the academy for classes on weekdays, she definitely had no time to come to her mansion to practice swordsmanship with Lane. So Ivette could only receive Lane's teachings on these two days of Sunday.

And she could practice with Lane every night.

Ivette nodded gratefully to Nanali, then looked at Lane, recalled the feeling of casting magic for the last time at noon, and raised her right hand.

As Ivette moved her mind, a tenacious small flame appeared on the index finger of Ivette's right hand.

Seeing this, Lane nodded in satisfaction: "Summon it a few more times for me to see."

Hearing Lane's words, Ivette tried several times again. This time, Ivette seemed to have found the feeling. Each time the summoned flame was about the same, and the proficiency of controlling it also increased visibly.

"OK."

Finally, when Lane saw that it was almost enough, he said:

"Ivette, you learn very quickly. Next, let's start the next step."

Ivette put away the flame, faced Lane squarely, and listened attentively. "Do you remember the way I taught you to guide the magical veins of the Magic Swordsman?"

Lane's expression rarely became serious: "Use that set of magical guidance method, and then when the magic is still in your body, convert the magic into elemental force!

Because your dominant hand for swinging the sword is the right hand, let's start from your right arm."

"During the guiding process... convert the magic into elemental force?"

Ivette looked up at Lane, her little head not yet understanding.

Lane nodded: "Yes. That's exactly why I taught you to summon a stable fire elemental flame. Because if you convert the magic into fire element in your body, once the fire element is too fierce or unstable, then it might damage your magical veins!

Also, this process is very painful, extremely painful! You must be mentally prepared!"

Hearing this, Ivette was stunned for a moment first, then took two deep breaths. After her small chest rose and fell a few times, she said firmly to Lane:

"Master, I'm ready. Let's start!"

Seeing Ivette's determined gaze, Lane's serious expression turned back into a faint smile. He nodded, waved his hand and summoned a green light ball that entered Ivette's body.

At this moment, Ivette could clearly feel that she seemed to have been blessed with some protective magic.

"Just start directly. With me here, your magical veins won't be damaged. But the pain suffered during this process can only rely on your own willpower."