The Undead Knight's

Teachers and Students

It looks like deep green water from a cup made of ceramic on the table.

"Drink. . This is just green tea with a little extra herbs to relieve fatigue and help you relax."

The grandfather explained, then took out his drinking cup.

Gillian took her glass and drank it in one gulp.

Rainhart was fixated, silent for a moment seeing Gillian drinking like that.

With an upright sitting position, Rainhart then took her cup, brandished her little finger holding the handle of her drinking cup, and carried her mouthful tea cup gently without bowing.

After seeing Rainhart drinking the noble manners, the Grandfather glanced at Gillian silently expressionlessly.

"Ke. .why see me like that old man? Is something wrong with me?"

Gillian put on an innocent face.

"Haa. . maybe I should train your attitude before training the others."

The grandfather held his forehead as if resigned to Gillian's attitude.

With a small drink of his tea, he then asked Rainhart, looking at her seriously.

"Son Rainhart why are you interested in that thing?"

"It's nothing grandpa, I'm just curious."

His answer tilted his gaze a little.

Although it felt that there was a reason Rainhart had hidden, but the grandfather did not want to ask any further.

"So why did you get around here?"

Grandpa repeated the question.

Rainhart, who was calmer after drinking the herbal tea made by grandfather, began to retell the story.

"After some distance into the forest, I heard a sound like the pounding of a sword and followed it. I then saw Gillian from afar fighting with the Treants (tree men). I observed their fight and felt that there was something strange about Treant's movements being improper."

Rainhart stopped telling stories because she saw Gillian as if she was ready to hit the old man in front of her.

Gillian ignited her frustration at Grandpa Druid for feeling underestimated by his training.

Grandfather's arrogant laughter went to Gillian who was upset in front of him.

"Just look at you rancid old geezer, someday I'll make you regret retracting your words!"

Gillian muttered softly.

Rainhart laughed softly attracting the attention of the two, and then continued her story.

"I didn't expect that deep in the forest to see the White Light Slash sword technique even though it wasn't as perfect as the original White Rose's technique."

"Do you know my mother?"

Gillian asked who was becoming interested in Rainhart.

"Son Rainhart, you better introduce your true self before this brat gets much more misunderstood."

The grandfather cut off Gillian who asked.

Although he looked a bit disinclined, Rainhart had to follow the wishes of the grandfather.

"Rainhart Pendragon, second son of King Richart Vermilion and Queen Elizabeth, Prince and Deputy Commander of the Knights of the British Empire."

"I think I've heard that name before."

Gillian looks mediocre despite knowing the person next to her is a prince.

"I don't mean hiding the truth about myself. I just feel like the princely title from birth doesn't suit me. I would rather learn sword arts than government. You could say the reason I joined the knight army was because of Lady Esthelle."

"Ja. .so you used to join the royal knight because you liked my mother?"

Gillian rose from her seat away from Prince Rainhart.

"Foolish boy, you better think about what you say."

The grandfather lectured Gillian.

"Hahaha it is true that the beauty of my mother Queen Elizabeth is not inferior to your late mother Lady Esthelle who can make everyone fascinated to see her. But what I'm more interested in is his elegant sword technique that's unmatched."

Rainhart tries to explain Gillian's misunderstanding.