BRBRP06

**Episode 6**

It wasn’t the kind of thing you’d expect someone to say about a woman who had just gotten married a few days ago.

“What do you mean?”
Edvin frowned, not quite understanding. But the broad back of the man who had started walking again remained calm and unreadable.

It was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

“Sharie and I have already met.”

That surprised Edvin too.

“When was that?”

“It was an important moment, so I don’t want a third party to know.”

Then why even bring it up?

A vein bulged on Edvin’s forehead from genuine frustration.

He had asked sincerely, only to be denied. It felt like he was being toyed with.

‘Seriously, you can never tell what he’s thinking.’

Whether his loyal subordinate grumbled internally or not, Caissa turned to face him, the corners of his mouth lifted.

“By the way, Edvin. About that game you mentioned—does it have a next level?”

The cheerful smile that accompanied the questionable remark made Edvin question his superior’s sanity.

Watching this side of his usually composed master, Edvin grasped the gravity of the situation.

‘This is bad.’

It was clear that the master Edvin revered had finally gone off the deep end.

Time passed after the wedding.

Naturally, the festive air surrounding the event faded away.

Everyone returned to their daily lives, focusing on their own matters.

Even Sharie, who had stood out as a stranger, slowly grew familiar with the people she saw each morning, like the head chef.

“Today’s meal was really delicious. Especially the fish—it just melted in my mouth.”

“Thank you, milady!”

She had wanted to express her gratitude to the always-smiling chef who explained the meals with enthusiasm, and seeing how thrilled he was, she was glad she’d spoken up.

Thanks to that, they now shared friendly chats each morning—so much so that she could proudly say he was the person she was closest to after Caissa.

“It’s been quite rough on me, but it seems you’re adapting well. That’s a relief,” Edvin said, his eyes darkened with fatigue.

Each morning, being forced to witness the couple’s sweet interactions was taking a toll on him.

Caissa, always acting clingy and soft-tongued, reminded him of a lovesick undead.

“You seem very interested in my wife.”

To top it off, his lord’s cold stare—one that said “Why do you care?”—was another source of exhaustion.

“As your aide and the steward of the estate, I’m simply making sure I understand the situation.”

“That’s how it always starts.”

Even with this reasonable explanation, the suspicious look didn’t disappear.

At this point, it was starting to look like jealousy.

Though their marriage was political, they still lived together as husband and wife—what was he so insecure about?

It was as if he’d tricked her into marrying him.

Knock knock.

A knock on the office door snapped Edvin out of his thoughts.

A mountain of documents already covered the desk—could it be more?

Looking slightly pale, Edvin stepped out and returned with a letter.

“A message from the Rabbit Tribe’s chief, my lord.”

It was sealed with the family’s insignia pressed into wax.

Caissa broke the seal and scanned the contents with indifferent eyes.

The usual flowery greetings and formalities—he skipped right past them to the main point.

And then he froze.

“…As the chief of the Rabbit Tribe and Sharie’s grandfather, I—Macakin Rosebin—will soon be visiting Barhad.”

If you have no talent, you don’t even deserve to learn.

The strict and cold teachings of her grandfather had been deeply instilled in every member of the family.

And since Sharie had been born without a tail, she naturally didn’t deserve to learn.

But even in her past life, Sharie had loved reading novels.

After reincarnating, her love for books remained unchanged.

“You dare enter the library without my permission? From now on, reading is forbidden!”

That had been the end of her education after her grandfather found out.

Still, Sharie had always thought to herself:

If she ever got another chance, she would study hard.

“My name is Anette Satin, and I’ll be overseeing Lady Sharie’s education in a broad and comprehensive manner. I look forward to working with you.”

So when she met her first real “teacher” in Barhad, she wanted to make a good impression.

Anette Satin was a sharp, intellectual beauty with a monocle.

Tall and slender—she looked every bit the serpent-tribe member she was.

“I hold a first-class scholar’s license recognized throughout the continent, so I assure you I’m fully qualified to instruct Lady Sharie.”

Her voice, though polite, was curt.

“However, I’m not fond of teaching others. So, I have a proposal.”

Her crimson eyes, sharp behind spotless glasses, locked onto Sharie.

“During our lessons, I will treat you not as the lady of the house but simply as my student. Is that acceptable?”

“Yes!”

Sharie, who rarely raised her voice, replied with enthusiasm.

Her heart pounded with anticipation, and her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Ever since her grandfather had banned her from the library, she hadn’t even been able to read.

Now she could learn—really learn—from a professional tutor, one-on-one.

It felt like a dream. She almost wanted to pinch herself.

“You’re more academically motivated than I expected.”

Anette’s expression softened for the first time, almost smiling.

“To start, I’ll need to assess your current knowledge with a simple test.”

Covering her mouth with one hand, Anette handed over a test sheet.

It had basic knowledge questions—cultural differences among tribes, simple calculations, mixed language from ancient Unos, and more.

After grading it…

“Hmm…”

Anette looked at the test with a serious expression. The faint smile from earlier had completely vanished.

Was it really that bad?

‘Just how terrible is it…?’

Time passed in tense silence.

Finally, Anette looked up and gave Sharie the results.

“You didn’t get a single question right. Not one.”

A storm of red marks covered the page.

“It’s honestly hard to mess up this badly even on purpose. Impressive.”

Her tone was unreadable—was she being sarcastic or sincere?

All of Sharie’s earlier excitement had vanished into thin air.

She already knew she wasn’t smart, but the real problem was Anette.

If her new teacher decided to give up on such a hopeless student, then no matter how hard Sharie tried alone, it’d be over.

As Sharie looked up at Anette with anxious eyes, the woman, deep in thought, suddenly flipped the test paper over.

“Alright, let’s begin the lesson.”

Wait—really?

“W-Wait a second!”

Sharie, flustered, raised one hand like a good student.

“Is this really okay? I mean, as you saw… I’m way below average…”

Was it really alright for her to start lessons without any preparation?

“What a ridiculous thing to say.”

Anette, watching her with a lifted brow, spoke calmly.

“Knowing your own limitations is the first step in learning. That test was just to assess your level, so don’t worry about the results.”

This was the first time she’d heard something like that.

She was always told she was “born lacking” and scolded and criticized for it.

“You’re a foreigner, and there are cultural differences. Of course you’ll need time to adjust. Don’t worry—I’ll do my best to support you. Just trust me and follow along.”

Even though Anette’s gaze was sharp as an eagle’s, Sharie’s heart fluttered with excitement.

Even if she had disappointed others before, this time, she truly wanted to succeed.

“As I said earlier, since this is the first lesson, we’ll be focusing on gauging your general knowledge. Please follow along diligently.”

And so Anette continued testing various aspects of Sharie’s abilities.

“What’s one plus one?”

“…Two.”

Mathematics.

“Try drawing this image exactly the same.”

Arts.

“At the dining table, should your elbows be on the table or not?”

“…They shouldn’t.”

Etiquette and moral education.