\'Oh, my brother, where are you going out?\' Sylvia, the half-elf sorceress, speaks to the orc warrior. Yes, to my master. I have some matters to discuss with him. Gordon, the orc warrior, replies. Master? You mean, the enhancer? Gordon and Sylvia are from different races, but they are siblings. They are both warriors and sorcerers with completely opposite skills, but both are trained as sages and are registered at the Academy of Wise Men. Both of them are in a position to teach students as a somatic arts instructor and an associate teacher. (Your brother\'s teacher? ....... He must be a very respectable person. He must have a lot of experience in teaching.) May I join you? (I can\'t believe that your brother is more popular than you. (I don\'t understand why your brother is more popular than you.) For some reason, as a teacher at the school, the rugged Gordon was more popular with the kids than the dainty looking Sylvia. He said, \"・・・・・・, though I wouldn\'t recommend it. If you wish to come, we can join you.\" Sylvia did not notice the subtle expression on her brother\'s face. Oh, Gordon, how nice of you to come! They were greeted by a bald-headed old man who was reading a magazine on the porch. He was reading a magazine on the porch. He looked to be over 70 years old, but his body, which was well-trained for his age, showed no signs of aging. The afternoon sunlight reflected off his forehead as he smiled. Master, it\'s been a long time. It has been a long time. Gordon bowed politely. Hm, you seem to be in good health. You\'ve improved your arm again. And your daughter? The old master, who had seen Gordon\'s growth at a glance, turned his attention to Sylvia next to him. My name is Sylvia, sister of Gordon, and associate minister of the Institute of Wise Men. I look forward to working with you. Master.\" \"Hmm. .......\" Gordon did not miss the momentary narrowing of the old master\'s eyes, which had the air of a good-natured old man. Master. Sylvia has something she would like to ask you to teach her. Mm......, good heart.\" The master closed the book he was reading and put it on the porch. Then, let me give you a little rubbing. The magazine on the porch was a very plain book. What are you doing, you little erotic man? What are you doing, you old man! The old master moved behind her as if he had moved instantly and touched her buttocks, causing Sylvia to scream out. She was a little uncomfortable. Isn\'t it worth a little rubbing! Petit! I\'ll kill you! \'Mana, become lightning and strike down my enemies! Lightning! Sylvia\'s lightning bolt, unleashed with fury, closes in on Master Ero. Sylvia\'s lightning bolt, unleashed with fury, struck Master Ero. You could make a living as a masseuse, girl. The Master Eroko leans back against the lightning and squints pleasantly. Master. \"Master, will you forgive him for that much? Gordon, unable to bear the sight, intervened. Sylvia, if you are so distracted, they will not understan