A skele-fun reincarnation (Roxy x M. reader but sans)

Becoming the teacher

You were looking through the window of the carriage admiring the view. You look back to Ghislaine and take a deep breath.

(F): "Umm, Ms. Ghislaine, my father didn't"

Ghislaine: "Just Ghislaine. Drop the 'Miss'."

(F): "Okay."

She throws a letter in your face, you catch it.

Ghislaine: "Read this. I can't read, so do it out loud."

Letter but your reading it: "My beloved son, (F), I'm sure you have no idea what's going on. I'd tell you to ask that musclebound strongwomen but she's got muscle for brains, so you won't get a decent explanation from her."

Ghislaine: "What was that?!"

(F): "Oi! Calm down! Pleas take a seat, Ghislaine. That was a joke."

Ghislaine: "Oh."

(F): [Paul you absolute fuckwit! Your ass almost got me killed!]

Letter but your reading it: "I'll cut to the chase: I got you your job. You'll tutor a nine-year-old noble girl in Roa!"

(F): [A job! The one I asked him for. Finally. But in this case, what did he have to knock me out for?]

Letter but your reading it: "The women with you is her family's bodyguard and sword instructor. I hear she wants you to teach her too, in exchange for training you. Don't laugh at her for asking just because she's got muscle for brains."

Ghislaine starts to un-sheath her sword.

Ghislaine: "What did you say?"

Letter but your reading it: "But she is a Sword King. I can promise that you won't find a better sword instructor. I've never beaten her even once, except in bed."

(F): [Some things are better left unwritten, stupid dad! He really is a hit with the ladies.]

Letter but your reading it: "For the next 2 years, until you turn 12, You'll teach reading, writing, arithmetic, and magic there. During that time, I forbid you to return, send letters, or make any contact whatsoever."

(F): "The hell?"

Letter but your reading it: [That's because I sensed you were beginning to depend on Silf. I decided that that wouldn't be good for her.]

(F): [You've done it now, Paul.]

Letter but your reading it: [You'll work, earn money, and live independently. I can't wait to see the person you'll become. Your wise, awe-inspiring father, Paul.]

(F): [You sent me off by brute force. What's wise about that?]

Ghislaine: "Paul sure loves you."

You shrug.

Letter but your reading it: "P.S. The young lady is fair game, but hands off the strongwomen. She's mine."

(F): "That's it."

Ghislaine: "I see. Send that letter to Zenith."

(F): "Will do."

(F): [I have my reservations, but this is fine for now. Yeah, it's for the best. Silf might be all alone now, but she'll never grow if she doesn't solve her problems for her-Silf. Hehe.]