Demon King's Mentor

The spell was on the tip of his tongue, as long as he opened his mouth, the servant's internal organs would rupture. Eastero was very upset. He felt that he had endured long enough, and he gradually gained strength, but he still could only do so at the coming-of-age ceremony. Watching your mother cry and being unable to do anything?

"Esterloh!"

The familiar voice came from behind, making Estero tremble all over. He turned his head and saw Eric walking here.

The young prince withdrew his hand immediately, and couldn't help but took two steps back, lowering his head and not daring to look into the other's eyes.When Eric came to him, Eastero could hardly hold back the desire to run away.

"It's not polite to turn a blind eye to a lady's crying." Eric glared at the squire. "You're dishonoring your master."

The attendant couldn't find any rebuttal for a while, so he just kept his mouth shut.

Eric grabs Estero's arm and takes him away from there.Along the way, he didn't speak. Estero felt that he must be angry. He had never seen Eric angry, so he had to keep silent at the moment.

Eric didn't let him go until they got back to the room, Estero only felt pain in his arm being grabbed by him.

"You promised me just now, Eastero." Eric sighed, "Every time you go to see the king, it makes me terrified."

"I hate him." Eastero said calmly.

Eric turned his head and looked at the young prince's face, "You should comfort your mother, Esther, I saw her crying."

"Teacher, I find it very strange..." Eastero looked at the pattern of the carpet, "I don't know how to comfort her, I just found out today that I don't even know how to talk to her, I don't know if I should Should I touch her...Teacher, am I abnormal?" He looked at his hands, "I feel sorry for her, but also feel that she deserves to be blamed. I keep thinking, why is she my mother?"

When Eastero looked up, Eric slapped him across the face.

Eric never scolded him, let alone hit him.Estero stood there in disbelief, his blue eyes widened, his lips trembling: "Teacher..." He looked at him, "Am I wrong?"

"I don't deny that Mrs. Eluchil was at fault, maybe she wasn't a sensible mother," Eric said, "but shouldn't you, as an adult, learn how to comfort her from now on? And that servant, if you really kill him, have you thought about the consequences?"

"Esther," Eric looked at him, "you should try to comfort your crying mother and reprimand that servant like an ordinary grown-up nobleman." He took his hand, "You shouldn't Lose your mind because of your power, let alone think that you can surpass ordinary people because of your strength."

"Teacher..." Estero's fingers trembled, "But I..."

The man touched his red cheeks and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, East, the teacher hit you on your birthday, I know you are not good at arguing with others, I am always asking too much of you, I should have beaten the servant, but I was late..."

Eastero's tears suddenly slipped out of his eyes, making him feel at a loss, he shook his head: "No, it's not the teacher's fault, teacher I... I don't want to cry... But I, I I really didn't mean to cry..."

Eric stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly: "The teacher never thinks there is nothing wrong with a man crying. The road ahead may be even more difficult. Remember to know how to restrain yourself when you wipe away your tears, okay?"