Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

Class A quickly completed their 'warm-up phase' and were woken up again by Atwood before they could rest for long.

"Two hundred push-ups on the spot, and ten more for anyone who dares to lie down!"

Push-ups—Domi did them so easily when Altaïr was torturing him.

In his spare time, he also has time to observe his surroundings.

Nats's whole body turned red from working on it, like a red-hot branding iron. It was clear that he had really tried his best.

When it finally ended, I felt like I had just been pulled out of the water, and I sat on the grass, panting heavily.

On the other hand, Domi didn't blush or sweat, as if they were doing something completely different from the others.

Where exactly is his limit?

Nats's competitive spirit was ignited.

"Dominic, let's settle this once and for all!"

"Huh? What do you mean by a decisive battle?"

"I challenge you to a race! Let's see who falls first!"

"Can I not participate? Because you definitely can't beat me."

"Who knows if you haven't tried it yet?"

"Okay, okay~"

There's always that hot-blooded kid who makes this already hot day even hotter; it's good to let him calm down.

But after the push-ups, today's physical training ended, and Atwood said that they should proceed gradually, so he gathered them together again.

"Next, you will be divided into pairs, and I will teach you military combat techniques. After that, you will practice with each other until you can use them proficiently."

Domi unsurprisingly teamed up with Nats. This kid may not have much else to offer, but he gives off a very tough vibe.

He watched intently as Atwood taught the technique, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

After the instruction session ended, it was finally time for sparring. His long-suppressed competitive spirit burst forth, and he couldn't wait to practice with Domi.

He sighed, then assumed a standard fighting stance.

He had already learned this fighting style before learning assassination techniques from Altaïr, and he had also dabbled in various other styles, but this was the one he was most proficient in.

Natz is destined to lose if he tries to compete with an 'expert' using the sloppy techniques he's just learned.

As expected, all of his attacks were neutralized by Domi, who easily evaded Nats's punches and kicks.

He gritted his teeth, throwing punches repeatedly but missing them all, as if hitting him even once would be a success.

Then Domi grabbed his fist, followed by a sweeping kick that broke through his lower defense, causing him to lose his balance. Finally, he was thrown over the shoulder and lay on the grass in a sorry state, looking at the sky and contemplating life.

The series of short combos flowed smoothly and without any hesitation, making it a delight to watch. Even the teacher frequently turned his head to look at it.

But he still greatly underestimated Nats's resilience.

He was knocked down, got up, knocked down again, and got up again. He was beaten like this one-sidedly until the end of get out of class in the evening, when he was so exhausted that he could no longer stand up.

Even Domi sat wearily to one side, next to Natz who was lying down, watching his classmates supporting each other's backs and shoulders as they left the playground.

"Why can't I hit you? Not even with one punch..." Natsu looked at the clouds rolling by, unable to understand, simply unable to understand, why there was such a huge gap between them, even though they were all the same age.

"I am superior to you in terms of skill, physical fitness, and combat experience. It's not surprising that I can't beat you."

"You talk as if you've been through so many battles, even though you're a child from a noble family."

Domi chuckled softly, a flash of memories crossing his eyes: "Don't let my appearance fool you, you probably can't even imagine the battles I've been through."

"for example?"

"You wouldn't believe it even if I told you; it's a story only I know."

When Nats got no answer, he turned his head back to face the sky and shielded his eyes from the light with his hand: "I concede defeat in this contest. You have won."

Domi pursed her lips, then stood up and stretched her waist:

"To be honest, I only accepted your challenge to calm you down. There's no need for this kind of competition, and I don't care about winning or losing. It's a meaningless thing."

Hearing this, Nats clenched his fists even tighter, and the more Domi spoke, the more he seemed like a clown.

"But in your constant falling and getting up, I saw the meaning you put into this matter. You proved to me with your perseverance that you are not a weak person. In my opinion, a person who perseveres is as strong as a person who has strength."

At this point, Domi came to Nats's side and extended a hand to him.

Nats paused for a moment, then grabbed Domi's hand and stood up again:

As the evening glow painted the sky, the young man regained his spirits: "One day, I will make you admit defeat wholeheartedly!"

"Then I will wait for that day to come."

"Nats!"

"Domi!"

Just then, a voice came from outside the playground. The two looked towards the entrance and saw Nancy and Ivy, who were also leaving school, with Edward and Argyle beside them.

The two jogged over.

"What brings you here?" Domi asked. "Isn't the magic teaching building a bit of a distance from here?"

Edward shrugged: "I'm asking you to have dinner together, what other reason could I have?"

On the other hand, Nancy did the same, inviting Natsu to dinner. She felt that with Natsu's straightforward personality, he probably wouldn't be able to make friends through normal means.

Through this subtle twist of fate, two people who had no connection before miraculously came together, became acquainted on their way to the cafeteria, and were already friends when they left the cafeteria.

Because they lived in the same dormitory building, after parting ways in front of the cafeteria, Natsu still hung out with Domi and the others.

This peer from a remote mountain area realized for the first time that the hobbies and interests of children from top aristocratic families were so simple and unpretentious.

Edward loves collecting strange and unusual things, whether ancient or modern, as long as they have strange functions.

Argyle was more unassuming; his room was filled with books, and recently he had acquired many more about the Central Plains, which revealed his recent research focus.

Domi was the most baffling thing to him. There was nothing special in the room except for a few pieces of paper with scribbles on them scattered on the desk.

We know nothing about his hobbies or interests, but according to him, he likes older women. I wonder if that counts as an interest...

In the process of getting to know each other, the distance between us has been reduced quite a bit without us even realizing it.

The next morning, as usual, it was another day that started at 8 a.m.

In his sleep, he heard a noise coming from the window, but he really wanted to sleep a little longer. To keep the sunlight out, he huddled in the blankets like a maggot, wriggling in the shadows...

But Domi isn't some white-haired beauty who would whisper sweet nothings in her brother's ear, "Brother, it's morning, wake up~". Instead, he'd kick Natsu and show him what the harsh realities of life are like.

"Get up quickly, you're going to be late."

"What?!" He sat up in shock from his deathbed, looking at Domi with a horrified and bewildered expression, then at the newly bought mechanical alarm clock on the bedside table—7:49, which instantly changed to 7:50 a second later, almost causing his heart to stop.

Without saying a word, Nats threw off the covers and rushed into the bathroom like a madman, giving himself a thorough shower. Then, he dressed and tied his tie at the fastest speed he had ever done.

By the way, Nancy spent two hours teaching him how to tie a tie yesterday after dinner; otherwise, we wouldn't have stayed until dark to get back to the dorm.

The last step is to grab your handbag, and then you're ready to go!

Then he saw Domi leaning against the wall as if nothing had happened, writing and drawing in a small notebook.

"Professor Stewart said we can't use teleportation arrays anymore, Domi, aren't you worried at all?"

"What's the panic?" Domi asked, looking bewildered.

"You're late!"

"But there's still an hour until eight o'clock."

"What?! Just now everything was clearly..."

He looked at the alarm clock, and upon seeing the bizarre-looking minute hand, his cerebellum nearly atrophied:

"This...this...this...this is a ghost!"

"Pfft!" Domi finally couldn't hold back anymore: "Actually, I put an illusion spell on your alarm clock. Weren't you afraid of oversleeping? So I personally provided you with a wake-up service. Isn't that thoughtful?"

Although Nats was grateful to Domiken for waking him up, he didn't know why he had this urge to hit someone...

177. Chapter 174, Section 173: Daily Life with Shia

A new day begins, and it's also their first day of school.

The morning class meetings have since been replaced by Stewart's 'regular classes'.

He called all the students to the laboratory in the teaching building, where he taught them how to make various poisons using a large number of bottles, jars, test tubes, and colorful reagents.

Some people were puzzled because the other homeroom teachers taught normal knowledge such as magic, mathematics, and physics, but Stewart taught them how to make poison.

"Teacher, what's the use of learning this?"

Stewart said impatiently, "You'll come back to thank me when you absolutely need it."

Domi expressed his understanding of this.

Stewart is currently teaching non-lethal functional poisons, such as those that can paralyze, hallucinate, cause diarrhea, or induce lethargy. These poisons are also insidious and stable, making them difficult to detect, and the materials used to make them are easy to find.

If it could be used in a competitive scenario like a class ranking competition, the scales of victory would tip heavily in their favor!

Because it was sculpted by hand during the competition, it will absolutely not be considered a foul.

Domi studied with exceptional care, and the herbal knowledge she had memorized before came in handy, making her achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Soon, the original one-to-many teaching method turned into a one-on-one lecture between Stewart and Domi.

When Domi asked if a certain part of the formula for a poison could be replaced with other materials to achieve a better effect, the others were completely bewildered, having no idea what the two were talking about, as if they were talking to a brick wall.

Unfortunately, the cow turned out to be themselves.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Stewart's eyes. He was surprised to find such a talented person in his class. Some of the questions were so tricky that even he, a poison expert, had to think about them for a while.

However, now is not the time for in-depth discussion; the courses for ordinary people must continue. So he said to Domi:

"Dominic, please sit down. Write down any questions you have in your notebook and come back to me when you have time. Now, let's continue the lesson..."

[Villain rating from classmates +666]