New World, New Life: I Became A Bigshot In The Ancient World-Chapter 181: LOOKED LIKE YOU WANTED TO CRY

Dinnertime.

Aristia was the first to arrive at the dining table. She had arrived a few minutes before the official time for dinner.

She gently placed Millie on the plush pillow cushion on the floor between her chair and the chair beside hers, then headed to her seat.

The door opened just as her butt touched the seat and her brother and Owen came in.

"Tia!" Alaric smiled widely. He hadn’t seen his sister much today apart from during the training and breakfast as she hadn’t been out of her room much.

His parents had told him to leave her be so that she could rest and he had done so. He also had classes with his teacher in the afternoon, so he hadn’t seen her much.

Therefore, he was both happy and excited to see her now.

Aristia smiled at him. She could tell what Alaric was thinking.

She got down from the table and spread her arns, causing Alaric to rush over to her.

[No, I forgot!] She yelled in her mind, while her body fell backwards.

She had forgotten that there wasn’t a wide difference between herself and. Alaric and now the both of them were about to meet the floor.

However, a few seconds later, the collision Aristia expected did not happen.

"Hm?" She opened one eye to see Owen standing beside her.

"Phew!" She let out a breath in relief. "Thank you," she straightened up, also holding Alaric up.

"You’re welcome," Owen smiled.

The door opened.

"... I tell you, she’s happier now." Catherine’s voice sounded from the entrance.

The three children turned to see Catherine and Wilson entering the room.

[Who’s happier?] Aristia had caught Catherine’s words. She had a small guess.

Seeing that everyone was in the dining room, Wilson spoke.

"Let’s take our seats."

Everyone obeyed, moving to take their seats.

Like always, Wilson, the head of the family, sat at the head of the table. Catherine sat at his right, and Aristia was on his left.

Alaric was now seated beside Catherine, while Owen was seated beside Aristia, making it a total of five people eating at the table.

Even then, the food at the table was enough to feed eight people. It had noticeably reduced compared to when Aristia had first arrived in this world, as she had complained about the food being wasted.

"Papa, I’m going to see the new building after my classes tomorrow." Aristia said. "I’m taking Owen with me."

She had been working on something after getting permission from the king.

It wasn’t a common idea, but Fedor had agreed.

It wasn’t hard for her to convince him— she didn’t even have to give logical answers.

All she had to do was hold his sleeve, blink multiple times and say in a saccharine sweet voice,

’Favorite uncle in the whole world~’

And Fedor would be hooked, ready to stamp his royal seal.

Aristia inwardly shuddered. [It’s so weird acting cute.]

A second later...

[Nope. I’m actually getting the hang of this. What’s wrong with acting cute? I’m just acting like my, no Aristia’s, age. Plus, it would be bad to let this face to to waste when it has so much potential.] She justified.

Wilson nodded. He of course knew about what she was talking about. "Alright."

Even then, his eyes held amazement. How was his daughter so thoughtful? And her ideas. Where did they come from? Even Catherine was amazed.

The rest of the dinner was eaten with some light discussions between the family and Owen.

After dinner, Aristia immediately headed to her room after wishing her family goodnight.

"That work took three months to complete." She said to herself as she lay on her bed.

She was talking about a new project of hers.

"I can’t believe there is no orphanage in this world." Her brows furrowed.

Dahlia and Dorothy’s story made her aware of the fact that there was no sort of thing as an orphanage in Amberale.

She had even asked discreetly if there was a place where children with no place to go could stay, but had found out that those children would either be taken in by relatives or anyone who was willing to.

If not, they would live in the streets or in abandoned houses. Some who had advanced in age would quickly find a way to work in a wealthy family as a servant.

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Things had become levels better ever since they began to work at the restaurant and the children’s living condition had greatly improved.

But when she visited Dorothy at her home when she was sick, she had made a decision— she would build an orphanage large enough for a lot of children to stay, so that they would have a roof over their heads, good food for their stomachs and good clothes on their bodies.

Dahlia and Dorothy couldn’t take care of all the homeless children, especially in their small house. It didn’t seem to occur to the sisters to expand their small house.

But an orphanage would take care of all this.

Aristia was not a saint. She just felt like doing it because she felt moved to do so.

Besides, she had a way to ease the financial burden of taking care of all the children. The aristocracy would prove to be very useful, she thought with a smile that was more of a smirk.

The next day.

Aristia headed to the training grounds the next morning, taking Millie with her. The captain was already there, standing with his back to her.

"Good morning, sir Hugh."

Hugh turned around to see her.

"Good morning, princess." Hugh nodded, then asked of her well-being. "Did you have a good sleep last night?"

"I did." Aristia nodded.

"Today, you’ll try controlling your aura again." High said.

Aristia paused, then nodded.

"You know what to do. Or should I repeat what my brother told the prince?" He asked.

Aristia shook her head and closed her eyes.

She concentrated and sensed the aura inside of her.

There it came again. That surge of energy inside her.

But just like before, Aristia controlled it until it became calm.

However, the weakness did not come as heavy as before.

"Since it’s not your first time of succeeding in controlling your aura, you won’t feel as exhausted as the first time." Hugh explained.

"As you keep controlling your aura, you will reach the point where it doesn’t surge wildly anymore."

"Got it, Captain." Aristia gave a mock salute to Hugh’s amusement.

"So, just as we did before, we will be training your connection with your daemon."

Aristia nodded.

As the training progressed, she could feel the captain’s piercing gaze as his voice rang out.

"The first step to do this to learn how to sense them," Captain Hugh said, his gruff tone laced with seriousness. "Close your eyes, focus on your daemon, and clear your mind."

[Alright.] Aristia knelt on the cold, damp grass, her hands resting lightly on her knees.

Don’t ask her— she just felt like doing it.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

[Don’t mind me, doesn’t closing the eyes make other senses sharper?]

The training ground was eerily silent except for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind.

Millie sat a few feet away, her purple eyes fixed on Aristia, as if she was waiting for something.

"Your aura is the bridge between you and Millie. Go through that bridge and feel your daemon."

[Again with speaking in riddles.]

Aristia took a deep breath. The world around her dimmed as she tried to focus inward. She could faintly sense Millie because of the natural connection between them, but the more she tried to feel her daemon, the farther it slipped away.

Her brows knit together and she pushed harder.

"Princess." Captain Hugh’s voice cut through her concentration. "Relax and do it again."

Aristia clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, and tried once more.

This time, she felt a faint thread of connection between her and Millie, but it slipped away just as quickly, leaving her gasping for breath.

"That’s enough," Hugh said with a small sigh. "You’re forcing it too much. This isn’t something you can achieve with sheer willpower. Patience and calm will get you farther than brute determination."

Aristia scoffed inwardly. Patience? Calm? She was patient. She was calm.

She stood up from her kneeling position, dusting her knees.

[This whole thing is crazy.]

Captain Hugh suddenly crouched in front of her. They now faced each other, standing at the same height.

His stern expression softened slightly. "You won’t sense your daemon overnight, and you shouldn’t expect to. What matters is that you’re trying. Every step forward, no matter how small, is progress. You’re already far ahead most boys your age." Hugh wasn’t joking.

Aristia became amused.

She smiled brightly up at Hugh. "I didn’t know you could say something so sweet, sir Hugh." She teased.

Captain Hugh’s soft expression faded immediately and he straightened up, clearing his throat.

He looked her straight in the eyes.

"You looked like you wanted to cry, little girl." He said seriously, leaving Aristia speechless.

Her mouth was agape, looking at Captain Hugh in disbelief.

[What— I did not! And I am not a little girl!]

But before she could defend herself, captain Hugh interrupted.

"Let’s move on to the next part of the training."

"Hmph!"

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