Submitting to My Lycan Prince Mate

54 Mr. Teacher

Mr. Teacher?

I had never imagined that one day I would address Prince Louis in this manner. My face turned red instantly, and I finally understood why he had been emphasizing that he was fully capable of being a home tutor.

He had planned this!

But by the time I realized it, Louis was already in the car leaving the castle. He needed to deal with an unexpected event within the company. He promised to solve it as soon as possible and come back for lunch.

So, I could only sulk and watch the departing vehicle.

On the first day of moving in, the castle's servants were busy packing and cleaning. Not being accustomed to idleness, I proactively asked Alfred, "Is there anything I can help with?"

"No need, Claire," Alfred tactfully suggested, "You can take a stroll around the surroundings or explore the castle. We'll take care of these tasks."

"But..."

I attempted to negotiate, but I failed in the end. Alfred had his own convictions about this. He firmly believed that these were responsibilities for the household staff, and I, along with Prince Louis as the castle's owners, should just give orders.

But I had no idea how to give orders to the servants.

In my eyes, under Alfred's guidance, everyone was efficiently performing their tasks.

Except me.

Since I couldn't convince him, I went to the lakeside to daydream. I sat on the grass, gazing at the distant scenery when, suddenly, I remembered something—

Hawk had been by my side this whole time!

"Hawk?" I immediately called out, "Are you here?"

A very soft sigh came from behind me. I turned around with delight, looking at Hawk with a silly grin, "You really have been here, haven't you?"

Hawk fell silent for a second. He lowered his head and said to me, "Not really. When Louis is around you, I usually leave. Most of the time, he can sense my presence."

"Oh," I responded and patted the empty space beside me, "It's fine, he's gone now. You can sit here... If you're tired next time, just let us know."

"I don't get tired," he insisted.

But he obediently took a seat beside me.

I was amused by him, "Even as a werewolf, you still get tired sometimes. You're not a deity."

Hawk shook his head gently, not arguing with me. He just quietly accompanied me.

I looked at his pale eyes and suddenly felt a bit sad. I felt regret for him. There were so many wonderful things and beautiful sights in this world, but he couldn't see any of them.

I thought for a moment and started describing everything around us, "In front of us is a lake. I estimate the water is about two to three meters deep. The water here is clear, almost like it's transparent. The lake is surrounded by deep green forests. The sunlight is lovely today. You can take a deep breath and smell the scent of the plants in the forest..."

I kept talking until my mouth was dry, and Hawk hadn't made a sound.

Feeling a bit awkward, I couldn't help but purse my lips and ask, "Sorry, am I being annoying? Your hearing and sense of smell are excellent. You probably already knew all of this."

The wrapped-up face of Hawk shifted a bit. I guessed it was a somewhat inconspicuous smile.

"Indeed, a little," he admitted candidly, "but I don't mind."

"Okay."

I held my forehead, saying, "I must discuss your education with Louis at some point. I don't know how he taught you."

Hawk snorted, "He doesn't have time to bother with me now."

I remember Louis' hurried departure and how his smile faded gradually.

After a moment of hesitation, I asked, "Hawk, could you teach me some self-defense techniques?"

Here, everyone had their tasks, and I didn't want to be the only one with nothing to do. If possible, I wanted to help Louis in some way, even if it was just a little.

Hawk probably didn't expect me to have such a thought. He gave me a careful once-over and then said slowly, "I can, but I'm very strict."

"That's fine!" I immediately responded, "As long as you can teach me how to protect myself, feel free to do whatever you want."

"Alright," he shrugged, saying ambiguously, "As long as you don't regret it."

I stood up, and Hawk led me to a giant tree at the edge of the forest. I couldn't help but look up at the massive canopy of leaves, suspecting that the tree must be hundreds of years old.

"What is this place?" I asked.

"A place I used to go to often," Hawk replied succinctly, "After training, I would meditate here."

I stood on a thick pile of fallen leaves, tilting my head back.

The blue sky peeked through the gaps in the leaves, and birds on the treetops cocked their heads to make eye contact with me.

I have to admit, this was indeed a good place for meditation and inner peace.

"But how does this relate to learning self-defense?"

"Self-defense can be summarized in two categories: defense and counterattack," Hawk explained, "But most importantly, you must find your own rhythm in tense confrontations."

He stood still, beckoning me, "Come, attack me."

I clenched my fist, paused for a second, then swung my fist at his head.

Hawk remained rooted to the spot, merely tilting his head to dodge my attack. His movements were minimal, but his speed was impressive. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my arm joints, followed by numbness that spread through my entire arm.

I didn't even see when he lifted his hand.

"How?" I asked, astonished, after stabilizing myself.

"Nothing special," he answered, "I just tapped your elbow joint. Your body is too tense, lacking flexibility."

He extended his fingers, tapping my head, "Think, Claire, learn to think. The body is a fluid entity. When to be rigid, when to be soft, and how to seize the moments of defense and counterattack — these are matters to be considered with your brain, not your limbs."

I nodded thoughtfully. But at the same time, I shook my right arm behind my back.

Though Hawk hadn't used much force, my arm still felt pain and numb.

"Should we continue?" he asked.

"Of course," I replied.

I didn't expect to become a martial arts master in a short time, but I wanted to have the strength to protect myself and my loved ones. Maybe it was the sixth sense of a woman, but as I listened to the howling wind in the forest, I had a faint feeling.

The days ahead probably won't be as easy as today.