Chapter 1211 Menil and Catherine

"Menil, be careful! Don't run to my training place every time!"

After the roar, Catherine, who was wearing a blue silk dress, hugged the delicate elf child again and gently touched the soft silver-white hair.

"You didn't get frostbitten, did you? If you got hurt, I would be thrown into the crater."

"I'm fine." Menil was in Catherine's arms, and then took advantage of the big sister's inattention to secretly kiss her smooth skin.

"Who, who taught you to do this?" Catherine was shocked. She had heard about Prince Draknir's childhood anecdotes a long time ago, but she didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a story made up to encourage childbirth.

Otherwise, it doesn't make sense that a three-year-old child would take the initiative to do such a thing.

Menil's innocent purple eyes were free of dirt: "Mom said that if you want to get close to someone, just give them a kiss... But she didn't allow me to kiss Uncle Creon or Aggsel..."

"Can I kiss your grandfather?"

The familiar but slightly unfamiliar voice made Catherine immediately loosen her grip and let a pair of big hands take Menil away. She nodded and greeted the visitor: "Your Majesty the Phoenix King."

Imric nodded, and then focused his attention on his grandson Menil. While teasing him with his fingers, he said: "Catherine, are you used to living in the Dragon Court? Because of some special reasons, we can't let... irrelevant humans enter. I hope you can adapt to Miranda's arrangements."

"Everything is fine." Catherine recalled that the princess who had stayed in Naggaroth for a while had time because the big event in Ulthuan ended, and Belannar, who was supposed to guide her, also had time.

The Princess of Kislev who came to Tal Kaled later thought she would have to spend a difficult time as a proton...but she didn't expect that the mistress of the Dragon Palace would raise her as a daughter and said she would find a companion for Menil.

The process was not bad, and she liked the silver-haired elder sister very much, but... Phyllis seemed to have some complaints about this matter, thinking that her toy was taken away.

Katerin paused several times, as if she had something to say.

Imrick glanced at him and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. Now that I'm in a good mood, maybe I can let you go back to Kislev."

"Your Majesty, I heard from the prince that you are going to participate in the joint summit held by the empire..."

"Don't worry, my promise is always valid... If Constantine attends and suggests changing the order of succession to the Tsar, I will tear off his head in Altdorf and give it to Sigma as a companion.

Petrov's words... someone will pay attention to it."

"Thank you for your understanding."

Imrick didn't want to talk to the little Tsar about this. He swung his grandson in his arms, his face full of kindness and smiles.

The little guy inherited his mother's appearance, with very soft silver hair and star-like lavender eyes, which made Phyllis sure that this was simply her and the Phoenix King's offspring... He said he would quit the affairs of the royal court and return to the Dragon Palace to be a wet nurse for Menil.

The Phoenix King was also very curious about this. How can a woman who is not even pregnant be a wet nurse?

Imrick didn't care what the child looked like, because his family inherited a bunch of stinky faces anyway... Even if the child was cute when he was young, he would probably live with a cold face in the future.

But before that...

Imrick's old face was pressed against the child. Compared with the way he treated Draknir, he still had some fatherly majesty and had to keep some distance. The Phoenix King now doted on his grandson.

"I haven't seen you for three days. Do you miss your grandfather, little guy?"

I haven't seen you for three days... Catherine's forehead was cold. After the birth of his grandson, the Phoenix King returned to Caledor countless times more frequently than before. If it weren't for the strong rebuttal of a group of ministers, especially Eltharion, Imrick would have moved his office from Lothern to Tal Kaled.

During this period, because the teleportation was used too frequently, the maintenance mage fainted, so the Phoenix King had no choice but to use the dragon as a means of transportation.

Menil resisted and pushed his grandfather's old face, saying in a baby voice: "No, Menil wants to see grandma."

This sentence made Imrik stunned, and then he became furious. Why is only Etila popular with children? Dracniel is fine, but Menil is like this too!

The Phoenix King forced a smile, but the ground was already burning with white flames: "Talk to grandpa, what's good about grandma..."

"Grandma will accompany me to see flowers."

Isn't it just seeing flowers? I can do it too!

Imrik glared and walked towards the garden of the Dragon Palace with Menil in his arms. That posture made Katerin mistakenly think that he was going to burn the flowerbed that Etila and Gladys had carefully taken care of into ashes.

After the grandfather and grandson disappeared from her sight, Katerin wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead.

Although the father and son of Caledor were very kind to her, Catherine was still nervous when facing them. Only after she truly mastered the power of her bloodline could she feel that terrible feeling...

After tidying up her clothes, Catherine wandered to Belanna's residence.

For some unexplainable reasons, Belanna was forced to move from the small courtyard to the palace to stay temporarily under the strong persuasion of his students... While conducting some more unspeakable research, he also guided Catherine's magic learning.

Before knocking on the door, Catherine first combed her long hair meticulously, then tidied her clothes again. After she felt that there was indeed no problem, she knocked on the wooden door gently: "Teacher."

"Come in."

Pushing the door open, Catherine found that Belanna was still staring at a pair of iron-eating beast eyes, bending over the table to study various data.

With Belanna's permission, she took away a data sheet, which was about the chaotic energy that the northern wasteland radiated into the mortal world.

When a long list of data was mixed with profound and difficult terminology theories, and data variables caused by the uncontrollability of chaotic energy... Catherine, who was called the most talented in the past thousand years, found herself a fool.

Belanna did not look back, and pointed the feather pen at another table full of books, indicating that Catherine should stay alone first.

This is the tacit understanding formed between teachers and students in the past three years. Belanna would not make a course schedule with great effort like guiding Draknir, and change it at any time according to the real-time situation of the students.

His way of guiding Catherine was simple. In the morning, she went to the magic academy to audit theoretical courses, and at noon, she cast frost spells alone in a specially built training ground.

In the afternoon, she stayed in the old wizard's office, studying the books specially prepared for her, and finally took two hours to solve the recent puzzles.

Every other week, she conducted magic release training...

As for the swordsmanship part that was supposed to be taught, Belannar thought that since Masno agreed to accept Catherine as a student, he didn't need to worry about it. (End of this chapter)