"I've heard that you and your teacher had an argument. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info" Stepping into the study, before Phytenay could salute, the voice of the Duke of Wizdem had already sounded, he seemed to be taciturn, a very difficult person to communicate with, but he spoke unusually straightforwardly, and did not give people a chance to play tricks.

"Yes. Fitney admitted.

"Then go and apologize to your teacher and continue your lesson. Said the Duke of Wizdem.

Life at the Wizdem home had taught him that he was often not punished severely, but he always liked to find ways to "regret" what he had done.

Fitney would not allow her efforts to be in vain, she said, "I'm sorry, Father, I refuse this offer, anyone can be better than her......"

"Or do you not want to take these courses at all? Fitney, this is not just for the sake of meeting His Majesty, but for the sake of your future life, you have to learn more communication, and more importantly, what you do today is that you are destined to be unqualified in the social field. The Duke of Wizdem followed her words.

Fitney had nothing to say, and to the nobleman, her argument with Cathy was indeed rude.

There was silence for a while, and the Duke of Wizdem wanted to let Fitney go - he had always thought Fitney was sensible, and he was surprised by what she had done today, but in any case he did not think that Phytenay had to do so, and therefore she needed to apologize for what she had done.

"I'm sorry, Father, but I refuse. Fitney repeated.

The Duke of Wizdem frowned, and turned to see his only daughter, Fitney, who was wearing a light purple ruffled sleeve pleated dress today, with a pale face, a tightly pursed mouth, and blue-purple eyes full of stubbornness, as rigid as the Duke of Wizdem.

"Don't disgrace the family, Fitney. The Duke of Wizdem said, with a clear and striking meaning—the Duke of Wizdem had already made the matter very serious.

This may be the first time that Fitney has spoken so willfully, and yet it has not been forgiven for a bit.

Fettnay was in awe of the Duke in her heart, but her disappointment also made her feel uncomfortable, and she asked, "If you don't disgrace the family, you will casually abandon me to a nouveau riche family?" Lord Duke, I don't feel that I have ever done anything to be sorry for the family other than not being able to use magic. ”

Aristocrats are not good at showing their emotions, and Fitney has learned well in this regard, but today she has to try to ask everything.

"What do you mean by that?" the Duke of Wizdem froze.

Fettnay looked at the Duke of Wizdem, whose expression was becoming more and more stiff and cold, and was not afraid at all: "Am I such a commodity to the family?

"Lornay...... How can you ......" Both of them wanted to speak again, and suddenly they heard Mrs. Wyzdem's voice, and Fitney turned around in surprise, and I don't know when, Mrs. Wyzdem had already pushed open the door and walked into the study, "Lonai...... You need to marry a good man, don't you know that you have become the object of discussion among the nobles at this time?"

Fitnair thought she could argue something with the Duke of Wizdem, but she never believed that she could gain any understanding from Madame Wyzdem, who was a real aristocratic woman, even though they were both women.

Marrying is the only way out for a noble girl, especially a noble girl like her, who has lost her future.

"No...... Mother, I've had enough. Fitney shook his head, watching Lady Wyzdem's tears continue to roll down her eyes, and tried to help her wipe them away, but Mrs. Wyzdem shook her head and waved her hand away, and walked to the side of Duke Wizdem.

Fitnair didn't know what to say and hung his hands.

"I don't know why you have such thoughts, but you have no choice, you are a member of the Wyzdem family, and you should fight for its glory all your life. Duke Wizdem patted the back of the Duchess, who was a little out of breath, and looked at Fitney's eyes with a decisive and cold look, "Go back, if you don't like Cathy, I'll help you change your teacher, but in any case you must learn how to be a good bride before you meet Your Majesty." ”

Fitney had admired this decisiveness and coldness, but she now hated it to the extreme.

She didn't know how she got back to her room, and Anna quietly helped her change into comfortable clothes and let her rest a little.

"Looks like you've failed, miss?" said Hermes, looking at her dejected appearance, when her eyes were in focus.

Fitney didn't speak, and suddenly collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"All right, Hermes," Fitney spoke, which made Hermes a little confused, only to see her slowly get up after she finished speaking, and her blue-purple eyes lit up, "You win." ”

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Half a month later, Fitney ushered in the day of his departure to the king's territory of Dryden.

She hadn't seen the Duchess anymore these days—maybe just that the Duchess didn't want to see her daughter, who didn't get her mind set on business.

Fitnair did not complain about her, she knew that perhaps it would be the best thing for the Duchess to marry herself, who was now evaluated as "worthless", and there was no need to embarrass the Duchess's values that seemed to her to be incorrect—an affection akin to feeling pitiful for her and helpless for herself.

After that argument with her parents, Fitney unexpectedly quieted down and obeyed the family's arrangement—the Duke of Wizdem replaced her with a governess, and continued the etiquette course that felt like a never-ending day.

Fitnair reassured himself that there was a reason to leave Setane aside—but Setane, who was alone, was very content to go around alone, and there was no sign of boredom at all, which made Fitnair praise him.

On this day, Fitnair was woken up by Anna, and before dawn she changed her clothes - by the time she was fully awake, she was already looking like she was about to go out with a suitcase.

Fitney sighed and went straight out the door.

"Won't Mother go with me?" asked Fitney, as he walked down the hallway—the door was closed as he passed Mrs. Wizdem's room.

After receiving an affirmative reply from Anna, Fitnair sighed and walked downstairs, only to find that there was already a woman in a black dress standing in the hall, her fair face was expressionless, and a pair of blue-purple eyes suddenly loosened the atmosphere of her body as if she were going to a funeral, although it was still a little stiff but not too rigid.

She was a woman about the same as the Duke of Wizdem, but Fitney had never seen her.

But she knew that the Duke of Wizdem had a sister and an aunt of her own, and that there were not many owners of the Wizdem family, and that the woman's marked eyes and age showed by her appearance made her sure that this was the aunt she had never met.

But this Lelia Wizdem had never visited her before, and he had thought that Wizdem had not had such a woman.

"Hello, Fertenay, I'm Lyria. "I promise your father to take you to Dryden, and if you have prepared your manners, come with me, and if you are not ready, go back to your room and lie down, and treat it all as a dream." ”

Fitney was a little surprised, she didn't expect this aunt to say such things to her, with a severity similar to that of Cathy, but more comfortable with it than Cathy.

"Yes, hello, Aunt Lyria. The etiquette that Fitney had been accustomed to since childhood made her subconsciously respond, which made Lelia a little surprised.

Again, the surprise of the two was fleeting, and Fitnair followed Lalia out of the door, the black carriage all black—there was no one to see them off on this journey, as if Mademoiselle had just gone outside for a walk and would soon be back.

After getting into the car, Fitney's impression of this aunt became much more complicated - although the carriage was not large, it was all low-key and luxurious decoration, and even Fitney rarely had such a shocking feeling.

"It's still early in the morning, do you feel cold?" said Lyria, sitting in the carriage and glancing at Fitney across from her.

"Not ......" Fitney may have been polite and did not want to trouble the aunt, who did not seem to be very nice, but Laelia did not think about her reply, and slowly stood up, and looked at the black chandelier that seemed to be decorated on the roof of the carriage - if she had not looked up, Fitnair would not have noticed it.

Lelia slowly took off her gloves, stretched out her white hand, and gently touched the chandelier on the roof of the carriage, and the wick in the chandelier burned out of thin air, and the warmth spread along with her movements, making Fitney feel a lot warmer all of a sudden.

Fitney couldn't help but be surprised, this was the first time she had seen the so-called magic in action.

"Arentia has bestowed magic on humans that only the nobles can use," Lelia said as she put her gloves back on, straightening her back and as if casually, "only commoners find matches to make fires, and those are the result of the blasphemy against the gods in the previous life - as a nobleman, the bloodline has always had the ability to use magic." ”

"Is there anyone who is a nobleman and can't use magic?" asked Fitney with a smile.

"You're the first, I hope you're the last," Lylia said as bluntly as the Duke of Wizdem, "You can't use magic to a nobleman, it's as surprising and strange as a commoner can use magic." ”

As if he didn't hear the sarcasm in Lyria's words, Fitnair asked, "Can civilians use magic too?"

"A small number of ungrateful lucky people claim to be magicians and do not take the goddess seriously at all. Lelia said.

After saying this, she had no interest in talking to Fitney again, and closed her eyes, but still sat up straight.

It's going to be a not-so-interesting ride, Fitney knew it to himself, and looked out the window thoughtfully.