Retired Knight: Miss Loli's Personal Butler

The magic of bestowing vitality to living beings that Lane taught Nanali was actually the most basic healing magic of the Elven race, the Healing Spell.

Although its healing effect was not as good as the most basic healing magic of the Human race, the Holy Healing Spell, the characteristic of this magic of the Elven race was that while treating small wounds, it could also bestow a certain amount of vitality to other living beings.

The most intuitive manifestation was that it could make plants grow.

Moreover, the Holy Healing Spell could only be learned by magicians of the Holy Light profession, but the Healing Spell had no restrictions on any profession.

Even the Demons could learn it.

However, this skill of the Healing Spell could only exert the most excellent effect when it was in the hands of an Elven Mage.

Nanali was very smart. After Lane simply taught it once, Nanali had already learned it.

Lane took out the flowerpot, planted the seeds of Sayoran in the flowerpot, and then placed the flowerpot in front of Nanali:

"Come and give it a try. Be careful not to bestow too much vitality at once. This feeling of bestowing vitality to other living beings, you will definitely like it."

Looking at Lane's confident expression, Nanali nodded, then raised her small hand and began to guide the magic veins.

Soon, a small, emerald green light ball the size of a little finger appeared in Nanali's palm, looking very lively.

Just by looking at that emerald green light ball once, Nanali was stunned for a moment.

Inside the light ball, Nanali could clearly sense the life breath it contained. It was very warm and hard to put down.

It was as if the magic power surrounding her had life itself.

Then, Nanali looked at the flowerpot and let the light ball in her hand gently float into the seeds in the flowerpot.

Although there was no change in the seeds, Nanali could clearly sense that from the seeds, waves of cheerful emotions were being transmitted.

With a smile on her small face, Nanali happily looked at Lane:

"The seeds seem very happy."

"Of course. Now it should like you very much. Take good care of it, Nanali."

"Yeah."

Nanali nodded, then stared at the flowerpot excitedly.

After a moment, Nanali whispered: "Originally, I thought that using magic to make it survive in an environment it was completely not adapted to would make it very painful."

"We can compare this seed to a village girl."

Lane said with a faint smile: "Even in a poor and difficult environment, she can still survive. But if you bring that village girl to the comfortable environment of the nobles and give her enough materials and protection, then not only can she continue to survive, but she can also live more happily. But in return, she will become more vulnerable. So Nanali, you must protect her well."

"Yeah, I know."

Nanali nodded. Even if Lane didn't say it, she would take very good care of this seed.

Nanali was looking forward to the day when this seed germinated and blossomed.

"And also, remember? I said not to bestow too much vitality at once."

Lane continued: "If we continue to use the example of the village girl, if you give her too many materials at once, it will instead destroy her innocent nature and make her more and more greedy, eventually becoming a completely different person from her original self."

Nanali understood the first half of Lane's words very well, but when she heard the second half, Nanali was a little confused.

Nanali could understand the example of the village girl that Lane gave, but when applied to the seeds of Sayoran, Nanali was a little confused.

Anyway, it meant not to give it too much vitality, right?

"Do you want to move the flowerpot to the bedroom to take care of it?"

Looking at Nanali staring intently at the flowerpot, Lane asked.

"Just... leave it here."

Nanali opened her mouth, then turned her head with a slightly red face and said:

"You like Sayoran too, don't you? And the suggestion to buy the seeds was also made by you. You can't just let me take care of it alone, can you?"

Although Nanali said so, Lane, who was in perfect harmony with Nanali, immediately understood Nanali's true meaning.

— She wanted to take care of it with Lane all the time and watch it blossom together.

Nanali did think so, but she was too embarrassed to say it.

If she really said it, wouldn't it seem like she was being coquettish to Lane?

Lane didn't expose her either. Instead, he nodded and took the initiative to say:

"Then leave it here. Let's take care of it together until the day it blossoms."

"... Humph."

After taking care of the seeds, Lane and Nanali took a short rest, and then began to practice swordsmanship in the courtyard of the mansion.

After just seeing Nanali use the Healing Spell, Lane completely determined Nanali's swordsmanship training path.

— Elven Swordswoman.

Although it sounded a lot like the cannon fodder swordswomen of the Elven race, in fact, the profession of swordswoman was quite a rare profession among the Elven race.

Because the bodies of the Elven race were quite fragile. In melee battles, barriers or magical creatures summoned by magic were used to hold the front. Once the body was involved in melee, it could be said to be completely powerless. The relationship between the Elven Swordswoman and the Elven Mage was not significant. Although Nanali's magic followed the summoner path, it was not in conflict either.

However, the Elven Swordswoman focused on magic primarily and swordsmanship secondarily. If it was in a pure swordsmanship practical battle, Nanali might still have a hard time getting a high ranking.

Lane didn't care about the ranking at all. Lane would only choose the most suitable path for Nanali and pave the way for her future.

But to consider Nanali's emotions, Lane told Nanali about this in advance.

Hearing this, Nanali shook her head and replied:

"Just the Elven Swordswoman."

For Lane, Nanali chose to trust, trusting the path Lane chose for her and also believing that Lane could help her achieve this path.

So, from sunset to nightfall, Lane had been guiding Nanali's swordsmanship hand in hand in the courtyard.

During this process, it was inevitable that some overly intimate physical contact occurred. If it were on an ordinary day, Nanali would definitely blush and dodge Lane.

But this time, Nanali devoted herself wholeheartedly to the practice of swordsmanship and didn't pay attention to these minor details at all.

Because Nanali's talent in swordsmanship was really poor, Lane also guided Nanali's swordsmanship wholeheartedly.

Under Lane's guidance, Nanali could clearly feel that this was completely different from her usual practice of swordsmanship.