January 11th, clear weather.
Xiu Yuan was still working very hard today, although he still couldn't say his surname or his past, and his name was still just the single character Xiu Yuan (it's possible he's hiding it; harmless).
My older sister said Xiu Yuan's swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds; on his first day practicing, he threw the sword, almost impaling a Holy Knight sitting nearby.
Initially, the Holy Knights called him a genius swordsman whose skills rivaled a newborn baby.
Now, he can fight my older sister to a standstill using only sword techniques.
If Xiu Yuan's physical abilities were on par with my older sister's, she might even lose.
The Church State's priest also said Xiu Yuan is a smart and hardworking student, diligent, inquisitive, polite, and humble.
He truly wished all students could be like Xiu Yuan.
It genuinely surprised me that this priest, known for his strictness, would praise someone so highly.
My older sister, at the time, was scolded quite a bit by this teacher.
In just over 20 days, he has already learned most common vocabulary and can even construct sentences, which is truly impressive.
Especially in the general knowledge class about the continent, he not only understands the Slane Theocracy but also has knowledge of demi-humans.
Did he really lose his memory?
He still needs to strengthen his spoken language practice; he should interact more with others.
However, he can now communicate in short phrases and understand what we mean, which is also good.
Calko occasionally comes over in her free time to inquire about Xiu Yuan's learning progress, and her frequency of visiting the Holy Knight Order to offer condolences has noticeably increased these past few days.
Is she raising Xiu Yuan like her own son?
My older sister is the same; she now wakes up an hour earlier than usual, going to the Holy Knight Order to practice swords with Xiu Yuan as soon as it's light.
In her words, she has never seen the effects of training manifest so quickly.
At first, she felt it was truly terrible, but now she genuinely enjoys it.
According to my older sister, Xiu Yuan has now begun practicing sword and shield coordination, and if she doesn't take it seriously, she will suffer a great loss.
Every afternoon after lunch, Xiu Yuan arrives promptly at the temple's reading room for lessons on continental language, writing, and general knowledge.
If the teacher responsible for the class is delayed by work, he will quietly pick up a book and read it alone, not disturbing anyone.
Speaking of something strange, when Xiu Yuan first learned Calko's and my names, his expression subtly twitched.
Why was that?
In summary, he still possesses extremely high observational value, is harmless or of low danger, conceals certain secrets, and is worth thoroughly investigating.
Quirat closed her notebook and casually placed the exquisite quill on the table.
This was one of her few hobbies: observing and documenting special individuals.
This behavior effectively satisfied her excessive desire for observation.
“So, dear Xiu Yuan, have you finished your apology letter?”
Quirat held her notebook in one hand and slowly rose, walking towards Xiu Yuan's seat.
With each step, her high heels made intimate contact with the moon-white stone tiles of the temple, a sound that made a certain student in his seat even more apprehensive.
“I wonder whose fault it all is.”
Lu Xiuyuan grumbled in Chinese, his head down.
He had made rapid progress in learning the language and writing, but he still unconsciously mixed in Chinese.
This was a deep-seated habit that would take a long time to adapt to.
“Teacher, it’s finished, please take a look.”
Lu Xiuyuan stumbled through these words in the human language of this other world.
25 days of study were not enough to enable him to speak a fluent crosstalk routine of this other world.
His name, following local custom, was simply the single character Xiu Yuan; a surname was unnecessary, as he certainly couldn't be called Xiu Yuan Lu.
Quirat took the paper with one hand and stood beside Lu Xiuyuan, reading it carefully.
“People in this world, enjoying the convenience of automatic translation, yet no one has created language translation magic.
Seriously, what if someone like me, who doesn't belong to this native world and didn't transmigrate from YGGDRASIL, appears again?”
Lu Xiuyuan grumbled to himself.
When he learned that the person who had helped him that day was the Holy Queen of this country, the first female Holy Queen, named Calko Bessares, his mood was truly like a rollercoaster.
Initially, knowing his benefactor's name brought move, then after thinking, he realized something was off, and finally, after completing his thoughts, it was a deep sense of powerlessness.
“Family, I’ve transmigrated to the world of Overlord!
Good news: I no longer have to worry about my employment.
Our Holy Kingdom just needs to wait for the Overlord to save us, then we can eat the Sorcerer Kingdom's relief food and work at Xiao Di's Happy Ranch, contributing to the Sorcerer Kingdom's scroll industry.
Bad news: The benefactor who gave you a meal is someone the Sorcerer Kingdom must eliminate to establish its eternal reign.”
“So the hero's target is the Great Tomb of Nazarick, a famous large guild in the game.
This is truly a huge joke.”
“Me, fighting Nazarick? Is this for real?”
Lu Xiuyuan felt a pang of stomach pain.
Not to mention Nazarick's countless monsters above level 60, there are several level 100 NPCs, plus world-class items and cash shop consumables.
This is truly not a job one person can handle.
However, after experiencing it firsthand in this world, I also discovered that the real world and the anime's portrayal are still very different.
Remedios, who appeared like a clown in the theatrical version, fully displayed ignorance, arrogance, stupidity, and impotent rage.
But in these past few days of interacting with Remedios, Lu Xiuyuan found that although she is impulsive and brainless, she is more like someone who thinks, 'I believe you can do it, so you definitely can.'
She will overlook her own superior talents compared to others and believe that since she can do it, so can you.
To be honest, as a leader, she is indeed unqualified, but as a friend, they get along quite well.
As for Calko, she is a consistent lady, gentle and kind.
Her ability as a queen is qualified, but precisely because of her gentleness, she is almost unable to take strong measures.
For a king, mercy should be limited.
In any other position, Calko would be an undeniably excellent talent.
Quirat?
How dare a mere Headless General bark and snarl in front of the hero?
Just you wait, I'll tear you to pieces later.
“Hmm?”
Quirat's seemingly puzzled voice drifted lightly over Lu Xiuyuan's head.
Lu Xiuyuan stopped his wild thoughts.
Lu Xiuyuan started sweating profusely.
Just like a bad student under a teacher's close observation, he was trembling with fear, not daring to sweat.
“It's not bad.
I will read it carefully.”
Quirat tucked Lu Xiuyuan's apology letter into Xiu Yuan's observation diary and firmly stroked Xiu Yuan's silver hair, feeling like she was rewarding a docile puppy.
The origin of this apology letter started with a thank-you letter.
At that time, Lu Xiuyuan was still learning the continental script, and the wicked Quirat used her superb rhetoric to trick the ignorant Xiu Yuan, replacing the word “thank you” with “I love you” and demanding that Xiu Yuan write a thank-you letter to her.
Our Xiu Yuan was foolish.
He only thought back to when he was in elementary school and his teacher also required essays in the format of a thank-you letter.
He never expected a teacher to replace the meaning of “thank you” with “I love you,” which led him to use many words of praise and even look up words in an otherworldly dictionary for it.
It was truly heartfelt and genuine.
As a result, when he loudly read out the words, “I love you, Quirat…” in front of the two vice-captains of the Holy Knight Order, his older sister (the person involved), and even a few passing Holy Knights…
When he said those words, everyone's expressions went through shock—surprise—incredulity—suppressed laughter—loud laughter—mocking laughter.
Remedios even patted his shoulder and said it was impossible, advising him to give up early and not have such thoughts, hahaha… She couldn't stop laughing.
Quirat even clutched her stomach, laughing in a heap, curled up in a corner.
Lu Xiuyuan remembered her shoulders shaking uncontrollably at the time.
Lu Xiuyuan wished he could find a hole to bury himself in then.
By the time Lu Xiuyuan properly explained everything, the matter had spread to the point where almost all Holy Knights knew about it.
He had become a laughingstock in this other world in less than a month.
Fortunately, the kind Lady Calko swiftly prohibited such behavior.
These are living people, not something that can be explained by a few lines in a setting book.
“If there's nothing else, you can go back.”
Quirat neatly arranged the teaching books on the table and quietly began tidying up.
After all, as a priest who had received formal education, she would ensure the tidiness of her desk.
“Happy birthday to you, Quirat.”
“Unfortunately, my birthday isn't today,” Quirat said flatly.
“I remembered wrong.”
Lu Xiuyuan lowered his head.
He remembered the setting saying it should be today.
Did that user in the comments get it wrong?
“I was tricking you, you fool.”
