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Chapter 249: Lanchi's Task Goes Smoothly
Chapter 249: Lanchi's Task Goes Smoothly
The winter sun climbed higher in the sky, and the light in the Lord's mansion shifted from a slant to a more vertical angle, bathing the entire room in a warm and gentle glow.
The slow conversation between Zestila and Lanchi, accompanied by the sound of rustling pages, mingled with the melodious rustling of leaves outside the window.
Whenever Lanchi mentioned a problem, Zestila listened attentively and then shared her insights.
Despite Lanchi's struggles with practical magic, Zestila remained patient and didn't find him clumsy.
However, she didn't consider the issue of magic compatibility.
Being most proficient in fire magic herself, she began to teach Lanchi about fire spells.
For Lanchi, the elemental magic compatibility was light over fire, which was greater than other elements, but in reality, fire magic compatibility wasn't that favorable either.
As a result, after two hours, Lanchi's progress in learning the first-tier fireball technique had advanced by about a tenth under Zestila's guidance.
This progress was quite impressive for a beginner in first-tier magic.
But Zestila was unaware that Lanchi was a fourth-tier practitioner.
As the town clock chimed melodiously, reaching their ears, Zestila realized that the clock in the room also indicated noon.
Unknowingly, the lesson had lasted for almost three hours.
"You may leave now."
Zestila said.
She felt it was about time for the tutor to report back to her father.
"Thank you, but with my magic level, even if I master the most basic first-tier fireball spell, I'll only be able to light cigarettes for others, wasting your precious time."
Lanchi sighed and said with a smile.
This was the cruel fact his family's maid had told him, and now he was convinced of it himself.
"A finger-lighting spell isn't very useful?"
Zestila glanced at him.
With the strong winds at sea, it would indeed be very convenient if Viscount Francis, who was accustomed to smoking, had this spell to light his cigarettes.
Someone like her, who struggled to control her magic, couldn't perform such delicate micro-magic.
When she was younger, she had accidentally burned the servants in the house due to her inability to control her powers.
It was after that incident that many servants began to look at her with fear in their eyes.
"Is that so?"
Lanchi nodded thoughtfully.
"Then, Miss Zestila, until tomorrow."
Lanchi moved the chair back to its original position and walked to the door of Zestila's room, turning back with a smile.
By the desk, Zestila remained silent for a moment before nodding slightly.
She didn't know why she had spent her morning with this "tutor," but before she knew it, they had talked a lot.
...
On the second floor of the Lord's mansion, Lanchi had just stepped out of Zestila's room when he unexpectedly caught the eye of Viscount Francis.
The Viscount stood in the second-floor hallway, his expression complex as he watched Lanchi.
"Viscount Francis, not only did I fail to teach your daughter any knowledge today, but I also wasted more than an hour of her time by asking her to teach me magic."
Lanchi bowed to the Viscount.
"No, no, it doesn't matter."
Viscount Francis waved his hand dismissively and then quickly walked up to Lanchi,
"As long as you can keep in touch with her, I'm happy to see her willing to interact with others. Whether or not there are classes is irrelevant; just be her friend and chat with her."
Francis's weathered eyes couldn't hide the relief and joy in his heart.
He had originally thought that Zestila would continue to shut herself away even more resolutely for the rest of her life, but he never expected that someone would finally be able to open her heart, even if just a little.
This young man who had come across the southern continent was indeed a pure, sincere, and kind person.
If he hadn't been genuine, he would never have gained Zestila's approval.
"Rest assured, Viscount, I will do my best to help her pass the preparatory course exam and advance to the first year at the Royal Magic Academy of Protoss."
Lanchi assured the Viscount.
"Then I entrust her to you, Mr. Roche." Viscount Francis expressed his sincere gratitude.
He no longer dared to hope for anything more.
It was already too much to expect Zestila to accept teaching; he was more than satisfied with just maintaining the status quo.
...
In Zestila's room, after Lanchi left, she remained seated at her desk, quietly perusing her book.
Like the morning, she was once again alone.
However, as noon approached, the furniture began to glow even brighter in the sunlight, creating a soft and harmonious ambiance in the room.
When the servants brought lunch and placed it outside her door, she stood up to retrieve it.
It was only as she walked back into her room that she noticed the Protoss Royal Magic Academy's textbook on magic genealogy that Lanchi had left on the small cabinet next to the chair he had occupied.
"..."
She silently adjusted her path, moving slightly to the side.
That guy had forgotten to take his book.
Zestila recalled that he had been writing something in it from the beginning.
It was probably just some boring knowledge.
She flipped through the pages casually as she thought this.
It was indeed just plain annotations.
However, what surprised her a little was that this teacher from the southern continent, even with translation magic, rarely used the Protoss Empire's language.
Instead, he had written in clear and elegant Demon Magic script in most places.
The Protoss Empire did not prohibit the use of Demon Magic script, as the imperial capital itself extensively utilized the heritage of the Demon Tribe.
Zestila's bookshelf was filled with books related to Demon Magic script.
"I didn't expect someone from the southern continent to know this... Are there demons over there as well?"
She murmured to herself.
As far as she knew, the number of demons stranded on the southern continent should be extremely rare, and humans proficient in Demon Magic script were even rarer.
Unlike the popular Demon Magic script used in Protoss, which was extremely convenient for humans, the script he used seemed to respect the achievements of the ancient Demon Sages, blending them with human wisdom and bearing an ancient style.
The wind blew gently through the window, bringing with it the sounds of nature—the distant chirping of birds and the soft rustling of leaves.
Unknowingly, Zestila had followed Lanchi's annotations and finished reading the first few pages.
As she continued flipping through the book, she found no more of his annotations.
"..."
Zestila closed the book and looked towards the door.
She had been considering taking the book out to return it to Lanchi.
But after some thought, she decided against it.
That fellow would probably come again tomorrow.
In the brighter room, Zestila finally put down the book and opened the heavy door.
(End of Chapter)
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