True God In Another World (Tensura x Tbate)

Chapter 57 - Unwelcome Assignment

Rimuru POV

"And that's all for today, keep up your training, and we'll see you tomorrow," Art said, his deep voice resonating in the spacious classroom. The sound of the bell echoed through the room, signaling the end of the class.

I sighed with satisfaction as I rose from the cozy recliner and experienced a gratifying soreness in my muscles. Sylvie hopped from my lap and settled herself on my shoulder, her little weight comforting me. I said, "Ahh, this is really stressful," with a voice full of fatigue.

Art narrowed his focused look and turned to face me. "From what I have seen, it seems like I'm the only one doing the work here, teaching the student."

I couldn't help but shrug nonchalantly, a carefree grin playing on my lips. "Oh, come now, Art. You know I'm putting in just as much effort, if not more, than you are."

We began marching out of the classroom, the rhythmic sound of our footsteps booming across the empty hallway. Suddenly, I felt a delicate touch on my other shoulder, and I turned to see Avier descending gently on it. A frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I murmured, "Ugh, what does Cynthia want from us now?" Avier hopped from my shoulder to Art's, a silent message that both of us were to accompany him to Cynthia's office.

Letting out a weary sigh, Art mirrored my sentiments. We adjusted our course and made our way towards Cynthia's office, our steps becoming heavier with each passing moment. Cynthia rarely called us into her office unless something of utmost importance or troublesome had occurred.

"Did you do anything again?" I queried Art, unable to help but tease him with my skeptical tone. 

"Why do you think it's me every time? You're portraying me as a disruptive child," Art shot back, crossing his arms protectively.

I sneered at his comment, a cheeky smirk tugging at the edges of my lips. "Oh, kindly. My darling brother, you are aware, just as I am, that problems always seem to make their way to you."

Art rolled his eyes. "Oh please, like you're the epitome of perfection."

I scoffed at Art's remark, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. "Oh, please. I never claimed to be perfect, but at least I don't go around stirring up trouble like you do."

Art rolled his eyes, clearly unamused. "I don't intentionally stir up trouble. It just seems to gravitate towards me."

I raised an eyebrow, unable to hide my amusement. "Sure, Art. Trouble seems to have a magnetic attraction to you. It's quite the talent, really."

Sylvie, sensing the playful energy between us, lazily interjected, 'You're not one to talk, Papa'

'Go to sleep, Sylvie. Go to sleep,' I replied, my voice laced with affectionate exasperation.

'Hmph!' Sylvie frowned before settling back into her slumber, her soft purring filling the air.

As we reached Cynthia's office, we exchanged a knowing glance before knocking on the door. "Come in," her voice called from inside, the sound carrying a mix of warmth and authority.

As we entered Cynthia's office, the heavy scent of ancient tomes and aged parchment enveloped us, mingling with the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the blinds. The room was a sanctuary of knowledge, shelves overflowing with books that seemed to whisper secrets of centuries past. With papers and scrolls arranged in an orderly jumble all about her, Cynthia was seated at her desk, a bastion of academics. Her glasses rested atop her nose, and her gray hair was pushed back in a tidy manner.