I Am the Tutor of Count’s Daughter

ing heart at the thought of wanting to speak with a beautiful man and greeted her.
I tried not to do that, but my voice kept trembling.

“Please take good care of my daughter.
Let’s eat.”

There was an atmosphere in which further conversation would not be tolerated.
I felt the pressure of taking pictures of the people around me.

Elin, who died of great prosperity, quietly took up a fork and a knife.
The only sound in the dining room was the rattling of dishes.
Elin, who is naturally suffering from heavy and stuffy air, opened her mouth to break the awkward atmosphere.

“Amber is very unique compared to her age.
The level of book selection is very high.”

Parents were proud of their children.
Unlike usual, Amber is nervous and

I watched Birch’s reaction breathlessly.
It was surprising that Amber, who seemed to be steaming the world by herself, looked at her father.

Amber, you too are ordinary in front of your father.

I’m a kid.
I know you’ll be nervous.
Let’s look at the child-like Amber

An emotion rushed into Elin’s chest.
Kerner’s gaze slowly ran from Elin to Amber, then returned to Elin.

“Compared to the children the teacher taught, she must look clever.
I don’t expect much from the teacher.
Please teach Amber how to communicate safely with others.”

He was also Amber’s father.

As an adult, your skills are insufficient