As the winter sun rises, the light in the courtyard of the Lord's Mansion has changed from oblique to more vertical, bathing the room in warmth.

Zestyra and Ranch conversed slowly, the sound of the pages turning, and the melodious sound of the leaves outside the window.

Whenever Ranch brought up a question, Zestyra listened intently and then shared her insights with him.

Although it is very difficult for Ranky to learn the actual skills of magic.

But Zestyla taught her to be very patient and not to find Ranch clumsy because of this.

She didn't think much about the nature of magic, though.

She herself is best at fire magic, so she tells Lanchi about the casting of fire magic.

For Lanki, the elemental type of magic is that light is greater than fire than other elements, and the actual fire magic is not very good.

As a result, more than two hours had passed, and Lanchi's first-order fireball learning progress had managed to advance by about a tenth of Zestyra's efforts.

This kind of progress is quite good for the average first-order magic beginner.

Danzestira didn't know that Ranch was a fourth-order.

As the town's bell rang melodiously in their ears, Zestila noticed that the clock in the room was now pointing to twelve o'clock.

Before I knew it, nearly three hours had passed in this class.

"You can go."

Zestyla said.

She felt that the time was almost up, and that the teacher should be able to go and give her father an errand.

"Thank you, but my magic level, learning the most basic first-order fireball technique can probably only help people light cigarettes, wasting your precious time in vain."

Lanchi sighed and said with a smile.

It was a ruthless truth that his maid had told him at the beginning, and now he himself was convinced.

"Isn't the magic of lighting a cigarette with your fingers useful?"

Zestyra glanced at him.

The sea was so stormy, and Viscount Francis was used to smoking, so it might indeed be convenient if this magic helped him light a cigarette.

Someone like her, who is not able to control her magic, is unable to use miniature magic so delicately.

When she was a child, she burned the family maid because she couldn't control her magic.

Since then, many servants in the family will look at her with fearful eyes.

"Is that so?"

Ranch nodded thoughtfully,

"I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Nazestila."

Ranch moved his chair back to its place and looked back with a smile as he walked to the door of Zestyra's room.

At the desk, Zestila was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

She didn't know what the point of wasting her morning time and this "tutor" was.

But before I knew it, I had already talked to him a lot.

……

On the corridor on the second floor of the Lord's Palace, Ranchi had just walked out of Zestyla's room, and after a few steps, he unexpectedly found himself in the sight of Viscount Francis.

Viscount Francis was standing in the hall on the second floor, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Viscount Francis, not only did I fail to teach Miss anything today, but I delayed her teaching me magic for more than an hour."

Ranch owes to Viscount Francis.

"No, no, it doesn't matter."

Viscount Francis waved his hand in relief, and then walked quickly to Lanch's side,

"As long as I can keep communicating with her, I'm glad to see that she is willing to get along with people, it doesn't matter if she goes to class or not, just treat her as her friend to chat with her."

Francis's vicissitudes of life could not hide the relief in his heart.

He had thought that Zestyra would continue to close herself more resolutely for the rest of her life, but he didn't expect that someone would finally be able to open her heart a little, even if only a little.

This young man who crossed the sea from the southern continent is indeed a good person who is pure, true and kind.

If it weren't for sincerity, it would never have been recognized by Zestyla.

"Okay, I'll do my best to help her so that she can complete the preparatory final exam at the Royal Academy of Magic and Magic of Protos and then move on to the first year."

Ranch assured the Viscount.

"Then please, Mr. Rocky."

Viscount Francis was sincerely grateful.

He didn't really want anything else.

It was still too difficult to expect Zestila to be taught, and he was extremely satisfied with maintaining the status quo.

……

Zestyra's room, after Ranch left, sat at her desk and silently read her book.

As in the morning, it was her alone again.

It's just that at noon, the furniture begins to appear brighter in the light, but it is not abrupt, but adds a soft layering to the whole.

After the maid at home had brought the lunch to the door, she also stood up and prepared to bring it in.

Until walking through your room.

She noticed that next to the chair where Lanch had been sitting, there was a copy of the genealogy of magic from the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos on the low table.

“……”

She silently shifted a little in the direction she was walking.

The guy forgot to take the book away.

Zestyla remembered that he seemed to have written something in the book in the first place.

It's just boring knowledge.

She thought as she flipped through it casually.

It's mediocre, and it's really an annotation.

However, to her surprise, this teacher from the southern continent, even with translation magic, rarely uses the script of the Protos Empire.

He wrote clear and beautiful demonic magic texts in more places.

The Protos Empire does not prohibit the use of demonic magic texts, because the imperial capital is already using a lot of demon legacy.

Zestyra's bookshelves were filled with books on demonic magic.

"I didn't expect that there would be people in the Southern Continent who would do this...... Are there demons over there, too? ”

She muttered.

As far as she knew, there should be very few demons scattered on the southern continent, and humans who are good at demonic magic are even rarer.

Different from the demon magic text that is popular on Protos's side, compared to the ultimate transformation of human convenience, his text seems to respect the achievements of the demon sages and integrate the wisdom of human beings, which is very ancient in style.

The wind blows gently outside the window, bringing with it a hint of natural sound—the chirping of birds in the distance, and the gentle rubbing of leaves.

Before she knew it, Zestyra had followed the handwriting left by Lanch and finished the first few pages.

If you flip it down again, there is no more of his handwriting.

“……”

Zestila closed the book and looked out the door.

Originally, I wanted to walk out with the book and return it to Ranchi.

But thought about it.

That guy should come back tomorrow.

In the brighter room, Zestyla finally put down the book and opened the heavy door.

(End of chapter)