Chapter 201

The story of how Aracelli ended up in her current situation went like this… Shortly after arriving to this world called the Balkan Continent, she fortunately, or maybe closer to unfortunately, somehow became the maid of the Duke Alleroden. At first she thought it was okay since the job offered incentives like food, clothing and bed.

Then, on the very first night of her maid life. Aracelli soared into the sky at dawn when the mansion’s guard was at its weakest. She didn’t soar by stepping on the air or using ridiculous magic such as gravity reversal. She literally made her body fly by using countless feathers that attached themselves to her body.

Shortly after stepping on the mansion’s roof, Aracelli put her hands together and drew her mana to the best of her ability. However, since her current mana pool was far cry from what she had back in her prime, she could not find out Yoo Seodam’s exact location. Therefore, she had no choice but to launch a ‘message’ towards an unspecified space.

However, this time, knowing that Yoo Seodam also exists somewhere in this world, Aracelli was certain that this magic, which consumes an enormous amount of mana, would work without a hitch.

“You’ve come, Aracelli.”

“Yes…”

Mazellion rose to his feet before staggering towards Aracelli. For some reason, the girl in front of him looked a little uncomfortable. He soon figured out why.

“Ah… If the other maids are angry at you because I called you while you were working, just tell me. I will take care of everything.”

“No… It’s not like that.”

“The next time you want to talk, let me know. I can listen to your concerns at any time.”

‘What the hell are you talking about.’ Aracelli was confused. She found his words baffling just like always.

Mazellion and Aracelli strolled through the garden. By Mazellion’s orders, no one, not even gardeners, could enter this garden. The knights were escorting them from afar, but to be honest, their protection wasn’t needed since Mazellion himself was far more powerful than them.

‘Should I just kill him now?’ Aracelli contemplated. If her Professor had to deal with him anyway, Aracelli was willing to get her own hands dirty and end it here. But she shook her head. Having lost most of her power and her inability to replenish her mana without her Professor’s mana, it was impossible for her, or at least the current her, to deal with him. On top of that, it was highly unlikely that she would be able to overcome the power of the world’s blessing given by ‘protagonist correction’ on her own.

And, crucially…

‘The energy around his heart… it’s definitely black mana.’

But why haven’t other wizards in this world killed him yet? It was as if they didn’t know anything about black magic.

‘Is it possible that black magic has not yet appeared in this world…?’

Aracelli had only been here for a week, so her knowledge of this world was quite limited. Because of this she had no choice but to figure out most of the situation on her own.

‘If it’s the blessing of the protagonist, then it’s possible for it to interfere with history itself.’

However, Aracelli was aware that Mazellion was not a protagonist with the blessing of ‘interference with reality’. His blessing was being ‘reincarnated’ into someone else’s body and living a new life. It would not be possible for his blessing to completely twist the history that had existed.

‘For now, I need to learn about the black magic in this world…’

“Aracelli.” Aracelli’s train of thoughts was being broken by Mazellion’s sudden words.

“Yes?”

“Why did you want to learn magic?”

“…?” Aracelli tilted her head to one side at his question. She had never thought about it before. She only felt it was natural for her to learn magic because she was a descendant of Archmage Rinekal. On top of it, for her, magic had always been as natural as breathing. So, when everyone kept calling her genius this and genius that, she continued to learn magic to meet their expectations. But further down the line, her purpose of learning magic changed. It was to meet a certain man. A man who was kind to her when everyone else turned their eyes away from her. The man who saved her from her darkest days.

“I think I learned it for the sake of my life.” So Aracelli answered, and Mazellion smiled as he nodded, seemingly satisfied with her reason.

“Is that so? Your reason is the same as mine it seems. I also learned magic for my life. To be exact… To survive. That’s why I couldn’t be angry at you for sneaking into our family and learning magic. It reminded me of the old me.”

“….” Aracelli looked at him blankly. It seemed like he was trying to make a connection between them with the fact. But she found it funny and absurd to watch him do it. In addition, the words ‘reminded me of the old me’ made Aracelli very upset. After all, how could he equate her efforts with his effort which dabbled in black magic which could only be attained by sacrificing a living human being?

“So, I want to give you an opportunity.”

“An opportunity?”

“Yes. I plan to take you to a seminar which will be held soon. There, famous magicians from all over the world will gather. You can choose a master there to take you. How is it?”

“But… if someone like me follows them, it might damage the reputation of the master.”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about such useless things.”

“Besides, if I go to a seminar like that, can I understand anything?”

“Of course! You can learn a lot just by attending!”

Aracelli sighed. She really didn’t want to go there. It was better to use that time to look for her professor. Just why was he this pushy?

“No need to hesitate. There are so many great and special magicians out there. Some people specialize in making golems, some magicians have successfully teleported objects over long distances, and some magicians made special crystal balls that can communicate with other countries…”

Naturally, they did not interest Aracelli, who had already reached the realm of Archmage. However, Mazellion’s next words made her eyes twinkle.

“…Ah, yes! A magician who wields a long, large wand appeared not too long ago. His wand was powerful enough to crush an entire wall with a tremendous roar… I wonder where such a magician came from.”

“Wait. By any chance, will that magician come to this seminar too?”

“Huh? Yes… he will be there.”

When Aracelli suddenly showed interest, Mazellion was excited. He started to tell her that the magician in question had only appeared a week ago and had started working in a prestigious magic tower in the neighboring country.

After hearing his story, Aracelli was convinced that the magician Mazellion was talking about must have been her beloved Professor.

“I will go! I will go to that seminar.”

There was no reason for her to hesitate any longer.