Chapter Five


    Today is the day I get my first tutor.


    If you can call them a tutor, that is.


    All in all, she’s more of a glorified babysitter, the same as my maid, but this one will actually talk at me.


    Quite a strange woman.


    I thought she was a Dwarf at first, she is so short and stocky.


    It was the lack of a beard that told me she was human.


    I must say, though, that those are very impressive sideburns.


    As she barreled into the room, she kept gesticulating while exclaiming something.


    “Bevan Athrawes!”


    You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    “Bevin athe-waws?”


    The woman chuckled as she clapped a bit.


    “ie, Bevan Athrawes!”


    Bustling around, the woman, Bevan I guess not certain if that’s her first name or a title; reached into her satchel and pulled out an excessively plain wooden box.


    Kinda anti-climactic.


    “Amser dygsu!”


    Thus proclaiming, she opened the disappointing box and drew out various slates of wood.


    One of the slates had a somewhat crude burn-drawing of a very familiar animal, a cow.


    “Gwartheg”


    “gwawthed”


    “ie”


    “Gwartheg yn dweud?”


    I tilted my adorable little head so cutely as my pretty eyes looked on questioningly.


    “Moo”


    Oh, she was asking what a cow says.


    “moo.”


    I thank any deity in this world that cameras haven’t been invented yet, because I’m pretty sure that the lady would have gladly recorded me.