The girl had a dream.

In the dream, I grew up living in a very large manor. As an only child, her father, relatives, and descendants treated her very well, but she rarely saw her mother.

"Where's Mommy?" Young Victoria Douglas asks questions of her old servant, who has been taking care of her. She asked her father the same question, but he never answered.

"She has a lot of things to do." The old servant replied.

"Can I join her?" Victoria's eyes were wide open.

The old servant touched Victoria's head.

"You are her daughter," said the old servant, "for what mother does not love her child?" Your mother has her own problems. But as long as you become as good as your mother, you can be together every day. ”

Victoria took the old servant's words to heart.

She soon began her own cultivation. She indulged in the art of spell-casting, and the deeper she went, the more she couldn't extricate herself.

The days passed. Her father was full of praise for her, and the smiles of the servants gradually became flattering. Her teachers changed one after another. Slowly, she was often visited by people dressed in robes, armor, and fine clothes. Victoria knew that they were all great people, but the tone of their voices was kind, as if the child in front of her was their equal.

"My hard work has paid off," says Victoria Douglas, "and I'll soon be able to work with my mother." ”

……

The girl woke up. In front of you is the guest room of the Mercenary Guild. The morning light shines through the window and into the room, and you can see the dust floating in the air.

"It's a long dream." The girl muttered to herself. Her head hurt terribly.

The girl had no doubt that what she had just seen was the memory of the original owner of this body, the genius mage, the real Victoria Douglas. Unfortunately, when the girl tried to read the details of Victoria's memory, not only did she find nothing, but even what she had remembered began to quickly disappear.

"I'm not the real Miss Victoria Douglas." The girl thought with a wry smile.

Victoria loved her mother. In memory, Victoria worked tirelessly to catch up with her mother, the powerful female mage. So, what happened after that?

The girl knew that the original owner of her body, Miss Victoria Douglas, had finally got her wish and became the most glorious genius mage in the entire Okad Federation. But what the girl felt from what she had not been able to see with her own eyes, and which Victoria remembered farther away, was only a sad feeling.

Maybe Victoria didn't get along with her mother in the end...... The girl smiled wryly. Children always follow the example of their outstanding parents, but does that bring happiness to them?

The girl shook her head, banishing the negativity from her thoughts. I am myself, and Miss Victoria Douglas is Miss Victoria Douglas. I wouldn't have paid for Miss Douglas's choice.

Of course, it's even more regrettable that Victoria's spell-casting skills are not remembered by the girl at all. I'm afraid that it will take a lot of hard work to restore Victoria's spell-casting ability. The thought of these problems makes the girl feel a headache - mage is a profession that requires systematic learning, and for a girl from another world, learning to cast spells is no different from learning all the knowledge from scratch to university. Hopefully, Miss Douglas's remaining knowledge of spell casting will help her.

The continent of Seerland is a continent that floats on clouds. The girl has long wanted to take a look at the magnificent sea of clouds in her pen: there are many poems praising the sea of clouds in the mainland poetry collection, and the writing and artistic conception cannot be said to be very good, at least it is much higher than the level of Wei Yuanhe, a third-rate literary youth. She also knew that the people of this world praised the sea of clouds not only because the sea of clouds itself was a magnificent scenery, but also because the sea of clouds was the source of power for the casters of this world.

Through systematic learning and training, people with the talent of casting spells can feel the call of the sea of clouds, and then, by injecting their own spiritual power into the sea of clouds, they can trigger the miracle of the arcane law. According to the fantasy novels on Earth, the existence of the sea of clouds is close to the "magic web", which is an indispensable means for ordinary people to control the originally chaotic magical power. The stronger the spiritual power, the deeper the sea of clouds.

From the sea of clouds, to the blue sky below the sea of clouds, and finally straight into the endless blue ocean below, the deeper the spiritual power penetrates into the sea of clouds, the higher the level of the caster, and the stronger the spells that can be cast. People habitually use the place where the mage's spiritual strength can reach to call the mage's level, from low to high, respectively called "cloud sea level", "blue sky level" and "blue ocean level".

Some mages subdivide the ranks into "Cloud Sea Elementary", "Cloud Sea Intermediate" all the way to "Blue Ocean Advanced". It has also been suggested that the mage should be represented by the highest level of spell he can cast, from the first to the ninth. However, this lack of aesthetic appellation was ridiculed by most mages.

How do you feel that there is no essential difference between the two...... Victoria lifted her forehead. Well, this system of strength is what I wrote...... Fortunately, this system is quite easy to understand, and it really designed a bunch of things that even I don't understand, so it's really like crying without tears.

If the "Mage List" and the remaining memories of Victoria in his mind are correct, Victoria's mother should be at the Blue Ocean level, and Victoria Douglas herself should have just reached the Blue Sky level. In this world, being able to reach the Blue Sky level before the age of twenty is considered a great character.

The girl put on her clothes while thinking wildly. Compared to the dress that was immobile, mainly because she wasn't very used to it, the clean-cut casual clothes were more to her liking. A brown top, a beige leather skirt, and plain white cotton socks (which, by the way, were the first time a girl had worn stockings – much more comfortable than she had imagined.) It's just that isn't it easy to slide down? And pale gold elven boots, now the maiden is dressed like a real female traveler or adventurer.

"Good morning, Miss Victoria. Excuse me, can I come in? ”

…… At the same time there was a knock on the door and the sound of Goth.

As soon as he got dressed, he knocked on the door - the timing was so perfect, the girl wondered, did he really not hide outside and peep?

“…… Good morning, Mr. Goth. Although she had doubts in her heart, the girl opened the door for the original protagonist of the work.

Goth was still wearing his plain gray robe. Seeing the girl's appearance, he blinked.

"You are so beautiful in this, Miss Victoria," said Gort, "there is a sense of heroism." ”

“…… Thank you. The girl didn't believe everything the person in front of her said. To make matters worse, I still have some headaches.

In other words, what rank is Goth? In his own writing, at the beginning of the story, this guy's mental power has already reached the blue sky level, which is stronger than Victoria Douglas, whose spell-casting ability was intact at the peak. By the time he crossed over, the novel had written 300,000 words, and Goth's strength had reached the Blue Sky Level.

Anyway, it's much stronger than her current self, the girl thought to herself. It's summer when the novel is 300,000 words, and now it's autumn, and it's been a few months, and the ghost knows if the protagonist who doesn't upgrade according to reason will raise his level again.

All the girl can do is hug the golden thigh in front of her: what? Snatch those plug-ins that belong to the protagonist in advance? As a young writer through and through, there are no adventures or plug-ins in the girl's works that can be snatched away!

For the first time, our literary youth felt heartfelt frustration for their excessive literary and artistic affairs......

"It's time for breakfast, isn't it?" Adjusting her mood, the girl asked.

Goth shrugged.

"I'd love to dine with you, but ......," he said, "I'm afraid we won't be able to eat." ”

"What?" The girl didn't understand for a moment.

"To be precise, we didn't have time to eat. The caravan we were going to follow departed at 8:30 a.m., and it was already 8:15 a.m. That's why I rushed in - it's rude to disturb a lady who hasn't been washed, but now is not the time to say that. ”

"Why didn't you call me earlier?"

"I knocked on the door several times, but you didn't respond. Now we have to go right away. Remember......" he suddenly accentuated his tone, word by word, "want, use, run." ”