Chapter 3

Jienuo Zou Dike glanced at him, his face expressionless as he picked up a piece of meat and began to eat.

As Jienuo Zou Dike started eating, the others also began to enjoy their dinner.

Ilmi picked up a chicken leg and placed it on his plate, eating casually. However, what the others didn't notice was that Ilmi was currently in a special state.

Ilmi slightly raised his head and looked at Kichu Zou Dike, who was sitting opposite him. Pink mist was rising from her, and those pink mists seemed to have a life of their own, swirling around her.

"Envy."

Ilmi sensed the hidden emotion in Kichu.

Recently, he had always been able to see these colored mists emanating from others, and he could perceive their psychological changes from them, even deducing their mental activities.

This ability seemed to be innate, something he had had since birth.

As time passed and he grew older, his initial sensitivity to emotions had evolved into the ability to see the colors representing various emotions with his naked eye.

Emotion Perception, that was the name he had given this ability in the past.

But now, it had another name—The Seven Deadly Sins.

"Is she envious that my relationship with Grandpa Jienuo Zou Dike is closer than her relationship with me as her mother?"

Ilmi looked at Kichu, who was very young now, at 20 years old, still possessing the qualities of a traditional Japanese woman, quite different from the neurotic woman she would become years later.

But now, Ilmi also understood why she would become that way in the future.

"Ilmi, Irimi."

"Three days from now, the training will begin. Are you both prepared?" Shiba looked at the two of them and asked calmly. Shiba was 24 years old and had just become the head of the family.

"Uh-huh."

Irimi nodded listlessly, while Ilmi nodded slightly, indicating that he was ready.

"Then, in three days, Ziba Nian will be in charge of your training."

During the entire dinner, the family of five only exchanged these two sentences, and no one said another word until everyone had finished eating.

Grandpa Jienuo remained silent throughout, quietly eating his meal. He was only 45 years old, still in his prime, not shorter than Shiba, and even more robust.

"What a cold family atmosphere."

Ilmi watched as Shiba, Jienuo, and Kichu left, then jumped off his chair and returned to the room with Irimi.

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The fourth day, 7:00 AM.

After breakfast, Ziba Nian led Ilmi and Irimi to the training ground.

The Zou Dike family had set up a training ground in this forest specifically for training butlers and new members, covering an area of about 1600 square meters.

Of course, if one was confident in their abilities, they could also train in the primitive forest of Kukurosu Mountain.

"Master Ilmi, Master Irimi."

Ziba Nian and Wutong stood in front of the two, Ziba Nian with a kind face, while Wutong remained expressionless.

"Let's start with the most basic physical and endurance training."

Ziba Nian picked up the black children's jacket and black wrist guards from the wooden table beside him and handed them to Ilmi and Irimi, instructing them to put them on.

"Heavy."

Ilmi took the jacket from Ziba Nian, and his hands immediately felt the weight, causing him to lean forward and almost fall over.

"Thud!"

A light sound, Ilmi looked to his side, where Irimi was lying on the ground, looking bewildered, blinking her eyes.

"Ugh... Why did I fall?"

"Ho ho ho..."

Ziba Nian smiled, first looking at Ilmi with a slightly surprised expression, then speaking to Irimi, who was lying on the ground.

"Master Irimi, these are weighted props to enhance your physical strength, endurance, and power."

"Starting today, you are not allowed to take them off except for bathing and sleeping."

Irimi slowly got up, put on the heavy black jacket, and then put the wrist guards on her ankles. She looked at Ilmi, who had already put his on and was waiting for Ziba Nian's next instructions.

"The jacket weighs 10 kg, and each wrist guard weighs 2.5 kg. Once you get used to them, we will increase the weight."

Ziba Nian introduced the weight of the equipment to Ilmi and Irimi, then led them to the training ground, looking at the butlers who were already training.

"Master Ilmi and Master Irimi, go and train with the apprentice butlers."

"Once you catch up with their progress, we will move on to the next level of training."

Ilmi looked at the butlers who were training, some running, some practicing shooting, and some practicing killing techniques.

"All of these are training methods I don't like."

Ilmi lowered his eyes, and as he lifted his foot, it felt as if his shoes were filled with water, and he was stepping into a swamp, making it very difficult to move.

"This weight is not to be underestimated."

Ilmi gritted his teeth and struggled to take each step. At this rate, he couldn't even walk normally, let alone train.

"Thud..."

His small feet stepped on the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust. Ilmi and Irimi slowly moved toward the training ground.

Ilmi looked at Irimi beside him, who, despite the difficulty, still maintained a listless expression, as if it wasn't taking any effort at all.

But in reality, Irimi's calves and thighs were trembling, clearly struggling to keep up.

After all, it was only the first day.

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Evening, the sun set, and the training ended.

For the entire day, the two of them had been adapting to the weight, and apart from walking, they hadn't done much training.

But even this had made them sweat profusely and pant heavily.

That night, they were so exhausted that they felt like vomiting during dinner, but they forced themselves to eat for the sake of their health.

And this training was just the beginning.

Three years later...

Two figures, one large and one small, were rapidly moving through the forest.

"Thud thud thud..."

Ilmi's small body darted through the jungle, and behind him, Ziba Nian was quickly jumping from branch to branch.

"Whoosh!"

A whistling sound came from behind, and Ilmi immediately dove to the left. A branch "thud" pierced the ground straight ahead.

"This is trying to kill me."

Ilmi looked at the branch deeply embedded in the ground, his face grim.

"Master Ilmi is becoming more agile."

Ziba Nian leaped down from a branch, stopping three meters away from Ilmi, and smiled as he watched Ilmi quickly get up from the ground.

"But, still..."

Before he finished speaking, Ziba Nian suddenly rushed at Ilmi, punching him in the abdomen.

"Too relaxed!"

Ziba Nian shouted, and the sound of the punch hitting flesh echoed as Ilmi's body instantly bent and flew backward.