The children who had returned to the academy quickly went back to their daily lives.
"Ha, another test!"
The students who had finished the engraving class all had their mouths sticking out.
The Magic Academy was a continuous series of tests every day.
There was almost no subject that didn't have a test that week, and at the very least, they always had to take a quiz.
"Hey, after doing this much, shouldn't you be used to it by now? You know the engraving professor's personality, don't you?"
"No, but still! Isn't this too much?"
"That's true. It was a formal test last week, but it's a formal test this week too? It's not even a quiz."
Complaints from the students burst out from here and there.
"Ha..."
Skir also couldn't stop sighing.
"No, why are you sighing again?"
"Engraving is too difficult for ."
"Hey, is there anything that's not difficult for you?"
Skir pouted his lips at Pola's nagging.
"But this engraving test is going to be really difficult."
"The last iron sword engraving was also really difficult. Ha, orichalcum engraving."
Lucas also nodded his head at the children's words.
'It's going to be difficult.'
In the case of engraving, the difficulty varied depending on the material of the object on which the engraving was carved, even if it was magic of the sa level.
Therefore, it was inevitable that iron would be more difficult than leather, and leather would be more difficult than parchnt.
But orichalcum, which was famous for being hard among minerals. An extrely difficult level was expected.
"Phew... this is a really big problem."
"I know..."
Shadows fell on the children's faces.
"Don't worry too much. You can do it. Let's go eat lunch first."
Lucas gently comforted the children.
"Okay."
The children who had arrived at the restaurant received their food and sat down.
"That's the eldest son of the Rodrigo family, right?"
"Oh my, look at that black hair."
"Look at the second son of the O'Neil family. I heard that the eldest son of that family went crazy for so reason..."
"Don't believe those rumors. He showed his face at a social gathering last ti."
They were no longer bothered by the murmuring voices coming from behind.
"Hey, Skir. Don't mind them. It's not the first or second ti we've heard those things."
"Hmph. I don't mind. It's just the sound of fools chattering."
"Oh~ you've grown up a lot?"
Pola playfully ruffled Skir's hair.
"Sister, shall we go to the library later?"
"The library? Why?"
Pola tilted her head at Nella's question.
"We have to prepare for the engraving test. Let's look for so materials in the library."
"Hmm... you're right. Okay. Let's go together."
"I'll go too."
"Okay, Rookie, you want to go too?"
As Skir also joined in, Pola asked Lucas.
"No."
"You're so firm. Okay, whatever."
As Lucas imdiately shook his head, Pola shrugged her shoulders once and started eating again.
In fact, Lucas had been reluctant to even go near the library since Brandy's death.
'It was such a pitiful death.'
Lucas felt that Brandy's death was his responsibility.
The thought that if he had paid a little more attention, if he had looked after him a little more, never left his mind.
"Then let's go to the library after class."
"Okay."
***
After class, the children went to the library.
"Hey, Kir. Where did you say you found that book?"
"Over there."
At Pola's question, Skir stretched out his hand and pointed to a place.
"Guide . Don't just point with your finger."
"Ha, I'm also looking at a book right now..."
As Pola proudly gestured with her chin, Skir let out a deep sigh and got annoyed.
"I said guide when I'm talking to you!"
But that annoyance ended when Pola raised her fist.
"P-Pola! Didn't I tell you that such behavior is bad for a lady!"
"Shut up! Do you want to show you what really bad behavior is?! Huh?!"
As Pola trembled one leg like a back-alley gangster, Skir also trembled.
"I really don't know where you learned such bad behavior... ugh! Violence is not allowed. Pola!"
"Sister, brother. You have to be quiet in the library."
At Nella's reprimand, Pola and Skir covered their mouths with a 'hup'.
As the children were bickering and raising their voices, Pala pricked up her ears in the librarian's room inside the library.
'Pola...?'
As a na she knew so well ca out, Pala barely stopped herself from opening the door and going out.
'No, the na Pola is a common na.'
And so, Pala repeatedly grabbed and let go of the doorknob several tis.
'Right, it's probably not her. And there's no way Pola would be here. This is a magic academy.'
Pala, who had nodded her head slightly, collapsed back onto the bed.
***
The Rodrigo County.
"Count Cibie. A guest has arrived."
"A guest?"
At the head butler's words, Cibie put down the docunts he was looking at.
"She said her na is Caitlin Maclaine. In fact, she is the young master's guest, but since the young master is currently away..."
"Lucas's guest? I see. Show her to the drawing room."
"Yes."
A guest who had co to see his son, not him?
Cibie was worried and at the sa ti curious.
'Hmm... judging by the na, it seems to be a woman.'
As Cibie walked to the drawing room, a novel was already being completed in his head.
'My son is handso. Of course. Of course.'
A smile spread across Cibie's face.
'But... by any chance...'
Then, as a thought ca to him, Cibie's expression quickly darkened.
'No, it's probably not. My Lucas is not that kind of kid. Of course. Of course.'
Cibie's face, who was nodding his head, regained its composure.
'No, no. My son is not, but that woman might be a bad person...!'
A face that was darkening again.
'No. My son's judgnt of people is probably not that bad...'
Even in that short mont of heading to the drawing room, Cibie's expression changed from mont to mont.
-Clack.
As he opened the door and entered, a woman with dark green hair and green eyes was waiting for him.
'Hoho... she's a beauty. As expected of my son... no, that's not it.'
The woman's appearance was beautiful enough to elicit a brief admiration.
"Hello. I am Caitlin Maclaine."
The woman's appearance, who was introducing herself, was not very neat.
The leather loafers were worn out here and there, and it was doubtful whether they were fulfilling their role, and the clothes she was wearing were also patched up here and there.
"I am Count Cibie Rodrigo. I heard you ca to see my son."
"Yes. That's right."
"Hmm... may I ask how you know my son?"
Cibie's eyes were sharp as he looked at the woman.
"I am indebted to your son. Your son saved when I was about to be in a difficult situation."
"Hoho... my Lucas?"
At the woman's words, the suspicion in Cibie's face was no longer visible.
'My son helped soone outside!'
Just the fact that his son had helped soone outside was enough to make Cibie's shoulders swell with pride.
"Yes. In fact, I didn't hear his na, but I was able to tell by the words to co to the Rodrigo County and the fact that the person with black hair and black eyes was the eldest son of this place."
"Hohoho! That's right. Now, please sit down. You must have co a long way."
"Thank you."
As Cibie quickly stretched out his hand and offered her the front seat, the woman sat down hesitantly.
"Right. Let's hear how my son helped you!"
A broad smile hung on Cibie's face.
"Ah, yes. In fact, it was a few years ago. I said I would definitely repay the debt, so he told to co here... I'm so sorry that I've only co now."
"Hohoho! To have not forgotten what happened a few years ago and to have co here like this, my son must have a good eye for people. Head butler! Please bring so tea and refreshnts here!"
Cibie, who was in a very good mood, called the head butler and began to welco the guest.
"Now, then, let's hear where and how my son helped you!"
At Cibie's excited urging, the woman began to open her mouth.
Cibie's expression changed from mont to mont as he listened to the woman's words.
It was surprising that his son had given out a large sum of 150 gold a few years ago, but the place where he had t her was none other than Rita village, a border area of the Raskan Kingdom?
When did his son go all the way there!
"Rita village? The Rita village I know is in the Raskan Kingdom..."
"Yes. That's right. It's not that far from here. And yet to have co after so many years... I'm so ashad and sorry once again."
"Ahem. Ahem. Not at all. Please continue your story."
Cibie quickly hid his flustered expression and urged the woman.
"This is all there is to the story..."
"Ah, I see."
"Yes. And this..."
The woman took out a small bundle from her bosom.
She, who had placed what looked quite heavy even from the outside in front of Cibie, bowed her head.
"At that ti, your son helped with 150 gold, and I've added a little more interest, although it's not much."
"Hoho..."
As he opened the bundle, it was full of small-denomination gold coins, not large-denomination ones.
Just by looking at that, he could tell how hard the woman had worked to save this money.
"Thank you, but I can't accept this money."
Cibie pushed the bundle back in front of the woman.
"...Pardon?"
"My son must have had a reason for helping you. And there must also be a reason why he didn't tell you his na and told you to co to the county. So I'll have to ask my son directly."
"But..."
Cibie got up from his seat and approached the bookshelf.
"It's a crystal ball. Let's see... it's perfect. By now, he should have finished his classes and have returned to the dormitory."
The Count, who smiled brightly, took the crystal ball and returned to the drawing room table.
"Now, please talk to my son directly."
The crystal ball was soon connected to Lucas.
[Yes. Father.]
"Oh! Lucas. How was class today?"
[It was the sa as usual.]
Even at his son's rather stiff answer, Cibie smiled brightly and continued.
"A guest has co to the county to see you today. Her na is..."
"I am Caitlin Maclaine."
"Oh, right. She says her na is Miss Caitlin Maclaine."
As the woman's voice and na were heard, the expression of Lucas in the crystal ball quickly hardened.
"She said you saved her a few years ago. My son is so righteous and upright! Hahaha!"
[I-I have sothing urgent to do...]
"Now, Miss Caitlin! Please co this way."
The Count, who had ignored Lucas's words, gestured to Caitlin.
"Hello... huh?"
Caitlin's face, who had approached the crystal ball, hardened for a mont.
'This is not the person?!'
Because the appearance of Lucas reflected in the crystal ball was different from the appearance she had seen a few years ago.
[It's been a long ti. Did you solve the problem with your father well?]
But at the sight of Lucas, who was continuing to speak calmly, Caitlin, who had noticed sothing, hid her perplexed expression and continued.
"Yes. Thanks to you. It took too long to repay the debt. I'm sorry."
As Caitlin bowed her head, Lucas smiled faintly.
[Your skills have improved. I'll be there soon, so let's talk then.]
"What do you an? You're coming here?"
Although Cibie asked, only darkness remained in the crystal ball.
"My goodness... Miss Caitlin. My son...?!"
As Cibie took his eyes off the crystal ball and raised his head, Lucas was standing there.
"S-son?!"
"Father."
(End of Chapter)
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