Chapter 56
The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration
âMaxwell is?â
âTalented. He has good acquisition and application skills, and when heâs taught one thing, he learns even more than that.â
I let out a sigh of relief at the positive answer that wasnât all that different from what I had already expected.
The novel did say that he was a âmisfortuneâs prodigyâ, but, again, I couldnât help but wonder if that was true.
âRight, thatâs good to hear.â
âTo be honest, I had certain doubts about⦠how Maxwell could possibly be raised to that position. Thatâs why I was at first against the idea of the Madam cooperating with you, Princess.â
âWhy? Were you scared that Iâd rely too much on her?â
âYes, youâre right.â
At the straightforward answer, a small exclamation was let out.
Well, if I was Logan, Iâd be worried about the same thing, too.
Madam Blanca was the leader of an entire guild.
And it was a fairly large guild.
If such a person was too preoccupied with just one request, problems would definitely arise.
And it was an absurd, improbable request to boot.
A large-scale, futile request would only tarnish and leave a flaw to their reputation.
Thereâs no such secret that would stay a secret forever, and the bigger the secret was, the bigger the possibility of it leaking out as well.
Even if the secret was kept within the guild, thereâs no stopping the other party from talking.
In addition, if even from the beginning it already sounded impossible to do, then it was likely that the client would rely on Madam Blanca more and more.
Blancaâs hand in this matter would be all the more heavy since it would be like sheâs making something out of nothing.
Logan was perhaps concerned about that.
Any person who had their wits about them wouldnât want to be saddled with something that wouldnât bear fruit.
âHow is it now? This means youâve changed your mind a little since then, right?â
Logan nodded.
âYes, I thought it was simply impossible, but now, I donât think so anymore. With the current pace of his growth, it will be possible to aim for the top. Itâs just thatâ¦â
âNot enough material to work with, huh?â
There. At my response, Logan was momentarily surprised.
There was a smile on his lips that seemed to say, how do you know the answer?
âRight, itâs only natural for you to be surprised.â
The only people who could feel a mageâs flow of mana was another fellow mage.
People who didnât have mana, like me, wouldnât even be able to sense the presence or absence of another personâs mana.
Well, while Iâm just using the power of a completely different worldview, it was an exception to what was âpredeterminedâ, so it was of course surprising for anyone who didnât know this to see.
Still though, I wasnât going to explain that, so I just shrugged as if I knew nothing.
Whether or not Logan had any intention to pry into the matter, he soon erased the doubts that had formed in his gaze.
âYes, thereâs not enough. No matter how many dishes you know how to cook, if thereâs not enough ingredients, there will naturally be limitations.â
I tapped the cup in my hand with a fingernail.
Inside the stagnant cup, waves of circles moved within.
âNot enough ingredientsâ¦â
Of course, there was a solution to this. Didnât I already do it before?
To open up his pathways and then make his mana flow.
Even so, it was a cause for concern whether Cassionâs body would be able to withstand a sudden influx of mana.
Last timeâthat is, the day I saved Cassionâwas when I first opened up one of his blocked pathways.
Just from that, Cassion was left gasping and suffering terribly already, wasnât he?
And I could still see the image of him being in pain.
Closing my eyes, I recalled how Cassion was back then.
Beyond the darkened field of vision, I could hear footsteps.
It was the sound of Cassion and Dianaâs sparring.
The lighter steps were Dianaâs, and the heavier steps were Cassionâs.
A step to the ground, a turn, a short dash, lowering the stance, twisting away.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
His lithe movement and light breathing were telling of his physical condition.
As if to say, Iâm extremely healthy.
âHe did say heâs fully recovered.â
His wounds had all been healed a long time ago.
After all, itâs been about a month since Cassion entered this household, so that was only natural.
His body was in good condition, his physical strength had improved a lot, and he also gained some muscle.
Besides that, the mana thatâs flowing in him now was stable.
âRight about now⦠I think itâs a good time to try once more.â
Some time or another, all his pathways would be unblocked. If he manages to gain power enough to support it, wouldnât his colossal talent be able to shine through?
Even if there was little risk in the process.
I opened my eyes.
As the world around me came into view once more, I heard powerful steps.
Listening to that sound, I answered.
âIf itâs like that, then Iâll try to figure it out.â
His eyes had turned away from me for a moment, but he looked back at me again.
âAre you talking about the mana amount problem?â
âYeah.â
âBut the amount of mana a person has is innate. If you must, the way to increase it is⦠forbidden ancient maâ¦gicâ¦â
He was speaking seriously until now, but he slowly trailed off.
The strange doubts about me gradually arose in the gaze that was directed at me.
âI donât use forbidden magic.â
âAh, yes. If thatâs how it is, well. I guess thereâs another method that I donât know about. Iâll trust you and leave it to you.â
Trust and leave it to me, huh.
Truthfully, the person who he should trust with this wasnât me.
Itâs Cassion.
âRight, me too⦠Iâm going to trust that guy over there,â I replied.
Trust Cassion to please, come through.
Instead of answering, Logan instead shook his head and poured cold tea into my empty cup.
Trickle.
A fragrant scent came up as the cup was filled with tea.
âAh, I have something for you.â
As that fragrance pervaded the air, as Logan recalled something, he rummaged through his coat pocket.
Soon enough, what emerged from his long white doctorâs coat was a document.
He smoothed out the creases and then held it out to me.
âItâs the result of what you asked to be investigated the other day, Princess.â
âThe other dayâ¦? Ah.â
Now that he mentioned it, I remembered. Of course, it was none other than the amazing report that Diana, who was in the dark guild, had procured.
I had a rough idea of what lay ahead, but detailed information was still needed.
That way, itâll be cleaned up properly.
âAre you going to take care of it yourself? Thereâs no need for you to do thatâplease just leave it to us to clean it up nicely.â
âNo.â
Despite the kind offer, I answered firmly.
Of course, the method Logan proposed just now was the more convenient option.
In a way, it was also the more efficient option.
However.
âWhy, you know what they say. The best form of revenge is forgiveness.â
ââ¦Yes.â
At the answer that seemed thoughtful, the corners of my lips were tugged up. Then, after cradling my chin with one hand thatâs propped on the table, I leaned forward a little.
I could see his face approaching closer as well. His smooth glasses, which fit his personality, glinted.
âI donât believe that. If itâs up to me, Iâll retaliate with my own two hands just as muchâno, even more to the point that Iâll gain profit.â
When I whispered, a faint hint of curiosity was ignited in the eyes of the man who didnât move.
As expected, he resembled his master exactly.
âThen, will you be allowing that woman to exact revenge personally?â
âOf course I will. And, the other thing isâ¦â
There, right there.
Letâs give that inexperienced man some real, hands-on experience.
With my chin still resting on my hand, I turned my head and looked at Cassion.
My eyes met with the gaze of his black irises as he was looking this way.
As if he was a child caught doing something naughty, Cassionâs shoulders flinched.
I picked up the folding fan on the table and threw it at him.
His eyes grew wide open as his gaze turned here.
Then, at the same time,
Clash!
With the ringing sound of metal and wood colliding, the two objects met in the air near Cassionâs face then fell to the floor.
âWhat are you doing? You canât look away!â
Then came Diana, who scolded him sharply.
His expression became grim.
âAhâ¦â
Only then did Cassionâs gaze, as he was looking this way, return to where it should be looking.
Towards Diana, whose anger was stoked like fire, and the two objects that fell to the floor.
One of the two objects that flew at him was my fan, and the other one was the wooden dagger that had been so close to reaching the area between his eyes.
âBe careful now. Donât get hurt.â
Sure enough, I gave him advice and the dark gaze headed this way again.
Cassion glanced at Logan and me, then nodded before he picked up the fan.
And he strode this way with the fan in hand.
He didnât have to bring it back to me though.
While surprised, his face felt strangely stiff.
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Cassionâs subtly hardened expression was from âsurpriseâ, just as Rosetta had guessed.
However, the core of it was slightly different from what Rosetta had surmised.
That is, the âreason for his surpriseâ was different.
Ta-dak, ta-dak, ta-dak.
His steps were heavy.
Cassion was confused because of an unfamiliar emotion within him. His heart was pounding, the back of his neck felt hot.
It annoyed him to see that pair staying together, a man and a woman.
For some reason, he didnât like it.
No, actually, that wasnât exactly it. Just the fact that a man and a woman were sitting together wasnât what set him off.
In fact, he had often seen such a pair many times before, but he had never felt this way back then.
So, what was it thatâs bothering him.
What was he dissatisfied with.
Ah, right.
It was when Rosetta propped her hand upon the table, rested her chin there and the distance between them inched closer.
That was the problem.
When he saw the two people facing together so closely in his periphery,
Then, he got distracted.
Then, he began to feel strange.
The distance between their faces were so close that itâs likely that they could see each otherâs features with such detail.
In the end, if that man were to notice just how beautiful and lustrous her golden eyes were⦠If he wouldâ¦
Thud. His steps came to a halt.
Clatter. The fan he was carrying had fallen to the floor.
âMaxwell?â
When Rosetta called out to him, Cassion blinked in a daze. He leaned over to pick up the fallen fan.
However, it wasnât easy to raise his head once more because the back of his neck was extremely hot.
âWhy.â
Exactly. Why the hell.
Just what was this strange emotion.
Why on earth did he have such a strange though.
Truly, it was a complete mystery to him.