The Noble Lady Without Magic Aims to Become an Adventurer! - Chapter 27

The following day, classes ended with lessons in the native language, history, music, and magic studies. While Fars and I were discussing what to do next in the noble cafeteria, a sudden voice called out from behind.

“Marloa!!”

Turning around, I saw the son of Count Disley, my former fiancé, standing there. For some reason, he looked angry.

“How can I help you, Count Disley’s son?”

“Why did you call off our engagement?!”

Fars and I were taken aback by the sudden outburst, but even I understood that this was not a suitable topic for discussion here.

The surrounding nobles turned their curious gazes toward us, clearly eager to witness the drama. I quickly composed myself, keeping a calm expression, and responded with composure.

“My, Count Disley’s son, I don’t think this is the appropriate place to discuss such matters.”

Fars, assuming the demeanor of an attendant, set down his cutlery and quietly moved to stand behind me. However, the count’s son seemed oblivious to the stares of others.

“You should be grateful that I was willing to marry someone like you with no magical power!”

His words stung, but I refused to let it show.

“I have no need for such generosity. Please focus on your new fiancée instead.”

“What did you say?! You dare reject my kindness?”

The count’s son, overcome with emotion, turned red with anger and raised his hand as if to strike.

“My, raising your hand against a defenseless lady? What sort of education does the count’s family provide?”

The sharp voice that interrupted came from Lady Eleanor, who seemed to have been dining with His Highness nearby.

“Lady Eleanor, my apologies for disturbing your meal,” I said, ignoring the count’s son and addressing her politely.

The count’s son, clearly startled by Lady Eleanor’s intervention, stepped back in surprise.

“Magical power or not, Lady Marloa is still Lady Marloa,” Eleanor declared firmly, turning to His Highness Shelman. “Isn’t that right, Your Highness?”

His Highness Shelman, who had moved to stand protectively beside Eleanor, placed a gentle arm around her waist. The count’s son visibly paled.

“Are you mocking one of my classmates, Disley? I’m very disappointed in you.”

“M-my deepest apologies!” he stammered, bowing hastily.
“Count Disley’s son, please leave. I assure you, I am not so desperate that I must cling to your generosity to find a husband,” I said coldly.

At my words, his pale face flushed with anger again. He glared at me before stomping out of the room, his steps heavy and furious.

“Lady Marloa, are you all right?” Eleanor asked kindly.

“Lady Eleanor, Your Highness, thank you for intervening,” I replied, bowing deeply. Fars also performed a knightly salute—it was expected of us as knight course students.

“There’s no need to be so formal. Is he always like that?”

“This was only the second time we’ve met. The first time, he suggested taking me as his wife while keeping mistresses, which my father promptly refused. The engagement was annulled soon after. I’ll file a complaint about today’s behavior.”

“Indeed, raising a hand against a lady is disgraceful,” Eleanor said with a frown.

After apologizing for the commotion, Fars and I also bowed to the other nobles in the cafeteria. Once the situation settled, everyone resumed their meals, and Fars and I decided to study in the library after lunch. I couldn’t afford to let my grades slip.

“Marloa, that guy earlier—what an idiot, huh?” Fars said as we walked.

“Absolutely. Raising a hand like that is despicable. I’m grateful to Lady Eleanor and His Highness for stopping him.”

“Yeah, if they hadn’t stepped in, you’d probably have knocked him out cold and broken an arm or two,” Fars teased with a laugh.

“You saw through me?”

“Of course. We’ve been together for years. No way you’d just let someone like him lay a hand on you.”

“Exactly. I’m almost looking forward to his next attempt.”
“Scary,” Fars muttered with a wry smile.

Despite the earlier incident, we managed to focus on our studies that day. Fars also sent a regular report to his father, including a formal complaint about my former fiancé’s behavior.

That evening, a response arrived via magical courier. The letter stated that a strong protest had been lodged with Count Disley.
For now, I could finally relax.

The Next Day: Knight Course Training

Finally, the day I had been waiting for—practical training for the knight course. While Lady Eleanor and Lady Hanon attended embroidery and sewing classes, and the administrative and magic students focused on their specialized subjects, we headed to the training grounds.

“Fars, this is going to be fun.”

“Yeah, sitting in lectures all day makes me sluggish. Even though we already trained this morning.”

The session consisted of five participants: Fars, His Highness Shelman, his aide Sir Nikolai, Sir Ant, who aspired to knighthood, and me.

“Today’s the first class. I’m Morgan Ashley, your instructor. Let’s begin with a sparring session to assess your skills,” the instructor announced. “Fars, you’ll face Sir Ant. Marloa, you’re paired with Sir Nikolai. His Highness Shelman will observe for now. Ant and Fars, step forward.”

The instructor handed them wooden swords and explained the rules. At his signal, the duel began.

Fars made the first move, delivering a swift overhead strike. Sir Ant blocked it firmly. Since Fars typically wielded heavier swords, he handled the wooden one with ease.

Sir Ant, on the other hand, fought in a traditional knightly style, sticking rigidly to established forms—something emphasized in noble families.

Our mentor back home, Reco, had always encouraged creativity, often disregarding conventional forms. Compared to the structured training here, his methods seemed eccentric.

As Sir Ant thrust his sword forward, Fars smirked and deftly sidestepped, disarming him with a quick strike to the hilt. In an instant, Fars’s wooden blade was poised at Sir Ant’s throat.

“Stop! Excellent work, both of you. You’re nearly ready to become knights. Next, Marloa and Sir Nikolai, step forward.”

Thank you for pointing out the error regarding the number of classmates versus chairs in Episode 24! The inconsistency has been corrected.