He knew that this miraculous child from heaven was smarter than his peers.

He read books with the letters he learned from his mom, and now he had reached the point of reading difficult books alone.

�And that was a little pitiful.�

It wasn�t easy to raise enough money for hunters to educate their children.

The only thing Vincent could teach him was his lifelong hunting skills.

�The most stable life for the son of a herbalist is to be a herbalist, and for the son of a hunter to be a hunter.

Because even the most trivial job required knowledge and tricks that couldn�t simply be spoken of.

But Vincent couldn�t bring himself to say that.

�No. Good job, Shirone. No matter what you do, you have to learn to succeed. I�ll buy you a book when I go into the city next time.�

�It�s okay. I�ve read the books you�ve bought me, but there�s nothing special or interesting about them.�

Vincent laughed at his son�s boast.

Popular books were expensive, so he couldn�t even think about buying one of those. So he would go around the antique shops and buy books that were used and thrown away by the nobles, which were a bit cheaper.

He did guess that the content was not enough for a child to digest, anyway.

�What a considerate boy.�

Vincent was moved to tears by Shirone�s thoughtfulness, who was considerate of his parent�s situation.

�Right! Anyways, what do you think? Do you want to go cut some trees with me? It�s important to learn, but you also have to have the physique and stamina. Today, dad will teach you how to chop some wood.�

�Wow! Then, are you going to be giving me an axe?�

�Of course! Just you and me, why don�t we go cut down all the trees!�

Vincent presented Shirone with an axe, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

�After all� I guess he�ll become a mountaineer.�

In any case, it was important to build some muscles in his tiny body from now on.

�But is it really?�

He had a sudden doubt.

�Shirone looks like a child from a wealthy family, with his soft face and hair. Maybe he was the child of a noble family?�

Vincent shook his head. Whenever he had such suspicions, he felt overwhelmed. He felt like he had received a precious gift, but on the other hand, he suffered from guilt.

�It�s a useless thought. Shirone is my child. Not a child brought in from the stables, but a child who has my blood flowing through him.�

With a firm heart, Vincent headed for the logging area, a kilometer away from the cabin.

�I�ll give you a demonstration, so watch carefully and follow along.�

Vincent spat on his palm and began to chop the tree with ease.

Not long after, with the sound of splitting wood the tree crashed down with a snap. JrNovels.com