"Eh, Lord, are you going to the Royal Capital these days?" Lily was taken aback and felt a tinge of joy in her heart.
She had no idea how to repay the handso lord who had saved her life.
Although she was fortunate to beco Mr. Luxius’s student, after staying in the Royal Capital for a long ti, she realized that the world of the Nobles and that of commoners were two entirely different systems.
And the lives of commoners and slaves were like two parallel lines.
The biggest gamble of her life was, after the death of her parents, to set off to the Royal Capital to study without hesitation, bringing all her family possessions with her.
Then, quite fortuitously, she had beco a freshman at the Secret Scroll Mage Academy with an admission rate of rely one in two thousand.
There was no doubt that this was a stroke of luck.
Once inside the Secret Scroll Mage Academy, Lily knew that this path would be a long journey for anyone who wished to go far.
Compared to those Nobles who had access to abundant resources, she was unfortunate because she had nothing to rely on behind her.
But she was also very lucky.
Because she had sothing most of her classmates did not—astonishing learning ability, comprehension, and the efficient capacity to construct Magic Models.
This was the only thing fate had bestowed upon her, which she could hold tightly in her Heart.
So, after entering the academy, she studied desperately, absorbing any Magical knowledge, experiences of past Masters and Monarchs of various Magic Schools, ideas for developing Magic Models, and research on erging Magic ...
She tried to grasp all of it in her hands.
For this, she also lost many things.
Like the sporadic invitations for afternoon tea from a few friends in the academy, like social interactions with various Nobles and magical prodigies, like the pleasure of being praised by a variety of people outside the academy.
But it didn’t matter because she had a clear understanding of herself and always rembered the Secret Scroll Mage Academy’s motto:
"Every spell knowledge and philosophy I learn may not necessarily be used in the future, but I believe they will rge into my bones, my blood, my spirit, and then one day they will quietly sprout. That might be the day when my Magic Flower blossoms."
The more she grew in the academy, the more she sensed what the Nobles really ant to commoners.
The more she feared, the more she sought sothing to entrust her sense of security to.
Becoming an excellent Mage was, for her, the most readily graspable "sense of security."
So, when Mr. Luxius stood before her and told her, "You’ve made it, welco to the Sculpting Departnt," she was overjoyed…
Then in that little house back in her hotown, which had lost all warmth, she felt utter despair.
On the night she was captured, she thought she heard the footsteps of the Death God, as a cold gaze swept over her neck from ti to ti.
She even anticipated her own end—
Stabbed multiple tis, carved up into bloody pieces, her corpse discarded in the wilderness. The headline of Lancaster’s newspaper the next day would read, "A girl’s body found in the wilderness, murder ruled out after investigation."
Oh wait! Lancaster didn’t even have newspapers!
As she felt hopeless, watching those ferocious Barbarians drawing closer, she suddenly found it all pointless.
Ah, how boring the people are, how ludicrous the life is!
Though dying here seed sowhat tragic, upon reflection, many people’s deaths were quite abrupt.
Just as she closed her eyes, serenely awaiting Death’s arrival, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted.
Along with the collapsing walls, dust filled the air, cries of pain followed, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw Magic Silk Thread weaving through each corner of the room like cobwebs.
"Keep your head down, you won’t be hurt," she heard a faint voice in the wind.
The young man’s profile was illuminated by the Magic Silk Thread’s light, his golden hair spreading in the wind, resembling the Glory Knight from her classmate’s Knight picture book.
The Barbarian struggling to launch an attack couldn’t stop his aerial stroll through the frenzied chaos. With leaps and bursts of energy, he brought an end to the fear engraved in her heart with a single sword stroke.
At that mont, ti seed to slow down, and the shades of blood mingled with the cold in his eyes, catching her gaze.
As the howling winds raged, standing before you at this very mont was a true hero.
The rational girl seed to understand at that mont why so many girls at the academy liked to read those childish tales of knights and princesses.
So dazzling...
Lily watched as Kael, who had already sheathed his sharpness, suppressed a slight sigh in her heart.
"If you’re going to the Royal Capital, if you don’t mind, I can show you around the Royal Capital."
She couldn’t even dare to think of another way to repay him, so Lily thought of the only way she could repay this Lord, was to make use of her role as an all-knowing guide to the Royal Capital and see if she could be of any help to him.
Kael was surprised and intended to refuse at first.
After all, in his mory, he had mostly settled in the Royal Capital and likely knew no less than Lily, especially during the ti Kael was a player, he had mixed it up quite a bit in the Royal Capital.
Truth be told, those idle players were the ones who had the most gossip.
But he didn’t refuse Lily’s kindness.
Mr. Luxius’s student, who looked every bit the bullied and diligent student, often the more such people are in real life, the more cautious and wary they beco, not easily engaging in close relationships.
Her current attitude could well be an aftereffect of the suspension bridge effect.
Kael now needed favors from the Magic Monarch of the Energy Sculpting departnt, so spreading so goodwill to those around him wasn’t a bad thing.
Although he felt the letter he had sent to Mr. Luxius should catch the Magic Monarch’s attention, there were no guarantees in life.
At a crucial mont, taking the route through those around him was also a good strategy, all the more so because...
"Then Miss Lily, please do the favor of showing around when the ti cos. In all those years in the Royal Capital, for various reasons, I haven’t really walked around much, so I’ll be relying on your help then."
A lie!
But the slight nervousness on the girl’s face relaxed, and she put on a big smile, "Okay!"
…
The next day, Kael, who had arranged for soone to sort out the necessary items in advance, got up early.
According to Elanna’s original travel plan, at this ti, she should have already passed through the teleportation array in Fransburg and was probably close to arriving at the Royal Capital.
He wondered if she would be surprised to see him so soon after parting.
With that thought in mind, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
He saw Lily, dressed in fresh clothing, coming downstairs, dragging along a sleepy little Snow Wolf Clan maid.
Kael glanced at Hassaka and knew that the derelict maid must have spent the whole night hugging a bottle, not getting good sleep.
The enhanced version of the Beacon potion was significantly stronger than before, but Kael was aware that human bodies had their limits. The more one activates the potential of the body, the easier it is to feel the presence of that limit, unless one decides not to be human anymore.
Otherwise, even the Queen Jasmine’s version with minimal side effects couldn’t be released on her endlessly.
The consequence of excessive energy consumption was clear from those who dropped dead halfway after taking the potion without any restraint—that was the fate of unbridled indulgence.
He tapped on the drowsy Hassaka’s head and said, "Like this, you might be caught and sold, and yet still count the money for your captors. I didn’t give you the ’Beacon’ to use for this purpose."
"It’s okay, I already... already sold myself to the young master, hehe, the young master is... the best!" the little maid muttered softly.
Seeing that the conversation was getting nowhere, and he seed to see the path to the kindergarten heading straight for his face, Kael’s expression darkened. His tail flicked, Heart opened, revealing a pale pink inside, and with a gentle squeeze, two sharp fangs erged, then flung out and bit into the maid’s neck.
The slender channel in the tail writhed, and the maid’s body shuddered.
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