They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 503: How About Using a Better Tone?

"You still have a few things to revise before Monday," he said calmly. "You’ll be putting everything you’ve learned over the last five months into action today."

He paused. "I’ll make things simple for you. All you have to do is defeat me."

Nnenna blinked. "Wait... what?"

He didn’t flinch.

"Defeat you?!" she half yelled. "Haha, very funny."

Arthur said nothing. His face was unreadable, his tone deadly serious.

Nnenna gave a nervous laugh. "This is the part where you say you’re joking."

Still no smile. No reaction. Just that sharp, focused gaze locked on her like a predator watching its prey.

Her laugh died in her throat.

"...You’re not joking?"

Arthur’s silence said it all.

At this point, Nnenna finally realized, he wasn’t joking.

Her heart dropped. "Wait... how am I supposed to defeat you?" she asked, voice rising. "I don’t even know a quarter of what you know!"

Arthur finally responded, calm as ever. "I know," he said simply. "That’s why I’ll only use moves from the Year Two and Year Three curriculum. Nothing advanced."

"That’s what you call fair?" she gawked. "Arthur, you’ve been using those moves since your Year Three"

"High school," he corrected smoothly.

"Exactly!" she snapped. "That proves my point even more! You’ve known those techniques since high school! That’s years of experience over me, even if you’re limiting yourself."

Her voice grew louder with each word, frustration and disbelief bubbling up.

"And the fact that you can choose to limit yourself already shows how far ahead you are! If this is what you call fair, then you and I have very different definitions of the word, Arthur."

She laid out her arguments one by one, her eyes sharp, her voice firm.

Arthur went silent for a beat, speechless for once.

But he quickly recovered, and his expression darkened. His jaw tightened.

He didn’t like being questioned, especially not about his teaching methods. He had thought this through. In his mind, this was the best way to test her overall knowledge and application: by sparring with someone experienced.

"Rule number two, four, and seven," he said coldly, voice sharp like a blade.

Nnenna blinked, caught off guard. "What about them?" she asked slowly, her voice cautious. She could sense the shift in his mood.

"You broke them," Arthur snapped.

That’s when it hit her.

She had. She really had.

She called him by name, Arthur, not sensei. She made him mention something personal, high school. And her little excuses earlier had derailed the training into casual small talk.

Her stomach dropped.

"I’m sorry, Sensei," she said quickly, bowing her head. Her tone was genuine, her voice quiet with regret.

But Arthur didn’t respond to the apology. His face remained unreadable, gaze distant.

"Any more questions?" he asked stiffly, not looking at her.

Nnenna straightened, sensing she had pushed far enough.

"No, Sensei," she said firmly.

Only then did his expression ease slightly.

"Let’s begin," Arthur said as he shifted into position. His stance was casual, too casual, like he wasn’t taking her seriously at all.

Nnenna narrowed her eyes.

Is he mocking me?

But before she could say anything, a voice called out from behind.

"Yo! So this is what you’re like when you teach, huh?"

They both turned their heads sharply.

Somto and Carl strolled into the training ground, side by side, each with a relaxed expression like they were arriving at a casual show. Behind them, two servants followed, carrying chairs.

Nnenna blinked. What... was happening?

This was the first time anyone had ever entered their training space uninvited. And it wasn’t just anyone, it was Somto and Carl.

Arthur’s expression darkened immediately, like burnt charcoal. His brows drew in, lips thinned. He looked like he was holding back a storm.

Nnenna instinctively glanced at him, then winced.

There goes Rule Number Three... and Seven.

Just the presence of those two broke both rules without question.

He must be absolutely fuming right now, Nnenna thought quietly.

And she was right.

"This place is off limits till 7 a.m.," Arthur said coldly, his tone like ice cracking.

"Oh, really?" Carl replied, already settling into the chair the servant had placed for him. He stretched out like he owned the place. "I didn’t know that."

He turned lazily to Somto. "Did you know?"

Somto gave a slight, nonchalant shake of his head. "Nope."

"Great," Carl said, turning back to Arthur with a smug grin. "The ignorant are innocent."

He showed zero intention of leaving. noveldrama

Arthur’s jaw clenched. "Get out." The words were sharp and cut through the air like a blade. "Both of you."

Carl froze for a beat, then tilted his head slightly, as if gauging the seriousness in Arthur’s voice. His playful air dropped, but his smile remained like he was teasing Arthur.

"Oh please," he finally said, waving a dismissive hand, "we both know that even if Somto and I did know this place was off limits, it wouldn’t have stopped us. If we want to come, we’ll come."

He leaned forward, a sly glint in his eye. "And I would love to see you try and make us leave. It’s two experts... against one."

He gave a little shrug.

"Even you can’t handle that."

"Today’s Nnenna’s last day of being tutored by you before her exams," Carl said, folding his arms like he had every right to be there. "And we want to be here for her. You should be grateful we even gave you any privacy these past five months plus."

He leaned back in his chair, relaxed, but every word he said was like a match to Arthur’s already fraying patience.

"Now go on with your teaching," Carl added smoothly. "And by the way, that’s my little sister you’re talking to. So how about using a better tone?"

His voice was gentle, but the warning underneath was sharp.

Arthur’s jaw tightened, his hands curling slightly by his sides. His gaze burned. He didn’t say a word back to Carl, but the fury simmering under his skin was loud enough.