The Noble Lady Without Magic Aims to Become an Adventurer! - Chapter 3

I, Maroa, have officially turned five years old!

I’ve grown up strong and healthy, never falling ill even once.

My daily routine consists of practicing swordsmanship with my guard, Reco, from morning until noon. In the afternoon, I study diligently with the steward, Hubert, and from dinnertime until bedtime, I learn the manners of a noblewoman. On my days off, I run around the village and fields with Violeta’s son, Fars.

Although my life is far removed from the typical lifestyle of noble society, I’m genuinely happy and enjoy it.

When I first arrived in this village, Violeta seemed to mourn the circumstances I had been placed in. But since I don’t even remember my parents’ faces, it didn’t bother me at all.
The villagers are kind, and I have Violeta, Hubert, and Reco always by my side. There’s never been a moment for me to feel sad or lonely.

Fars, my foster brother, has been with me since we were babies. Violeta raised us equally, saying we were both her children, even though I never experienced the love of my real parents.
Fars is lively and mischievous, often bringing home caterpillars or playing pranks. As a result, he’s frequently scolded by Violeta. As for me, I rarely get into trouble.

Because I don’t have magical power to protect myself, Reco teaches me swordsmanship. Unlike noble girls in the capital, who consider such dangerous things unnecessary because they are protected by knights, I live in a small, remote village surrounded by forests. Here, monsters occasionally appear.
…I don’t have the luxury of saying, “That’s scary!”
The villagers live cooperatively, protecting the village from monsters. Those skilled in magic or swordsmanship take on the responsibility of fighting them.

One day, while I was playing with Fars as usual, we heard a loud noise outside the village.

“Fars, what was that?”

“I dunno. Let’s go check it out!”

“No way! Wait, stop!”

Before I could stop him, Fars ran off, and I hurried to chase after him. Outside the village, several men seemed to be fighting a monster in the fields.

The monster was a Big Boar. It was my first time seeing one—a beast with a boar-like face and a body covered in woolly fur, like a sheep.

The sheer size of the Big Boar scared me, but Fars was thrilled. He even tried to get closer.

“Fars, we’ll just get in their way. Let’s go back.”

“What? Don’t you want to watch? It’s not every day you get to see a monster hunt!”

As I tried to pull him back, the Big Boar seemed to notice us.
It snorted loudly, scraping the ground with its hooves, preparing to charge. The villagers noticed us and shouted for us to run.

“Maroa, this is bad. Run!”

Fars grabbed my hand and started running, but we were too late. The Big Boar charged at us, and we found ourselves face-to-face with it.

Fars, trembling, drew his sword and stepped in front of me to shield me. The Big Boar snorted and lowered its head, ready to ram into him.

“Fars, watch out!”

In my panic, I shouted at him. Suddenly, I felt something flow out of my body, and at the same time, a bright sphere of light appeared in front of the Big Boar.

The monster, blinded by the sudden light, staggered and stopped.
“Fars, now’s our chance! Let’s run!”

I grabbed Fars’s arm, and together we ran back into the village as fast as we could.

“Thanks, Maroa…”

Even after escaping, we were still trembling from the fear of being charged by such a huge creature. Quietly, we returned home.

Of course, we didn’t tell Hubert or anyone else about what had happened, thinking we’d be scolded.

But one of the villagers who helped defeat the Big Boar brought some boar meat as a thank-you, and we were quickly found out.

Needless to say, Hubert and Violeta gave us a thorough scolding.
Thankfully, the villagers managed to defeat the Big Boar without any injuries, taking advantage of the moment it was blinded by the light.

That night, after finishing dinner and lying in bed, I thought back to what had happened.
I’m supposed to have no magical power… so why did that sphere of light appear?

Why? Could such a thing even be possible?
Violeta had once told me that nearly all nobles have magical power, and even many commoners do as well. The higher a noble’s rank—royalty being at the top—the greater their magical power.

The gap between commoners and nobles was vast.

“Tomorrow, I’ll go to the church and ask Father.”
With that thought, five-year-old me drifted off into the world of dreams.

The next day, after finishing my morning training, I went to the church alone.

The small church in our village was the only one around. An elderly priest lived there by himself. Villagers often visited him for advice, and Fars and I frequently helped clean the church.

“Father, I’ve come to visit!”

“My, my, Maroa! It’s rare for you to come here alone. What’s on your mind?”

“Father, I heard that when I was a baby, I was judged to have no magical power. But yesterday, a Boar came charging at us in the fields. It was about to ram into Fars, and when I thought he was in danger, something flowed out of me, and a ball of light appeared in front of the Boar.

“Father, do I have magical power?”

“Hmm… Could the temple have made a mistake in their assessment? Or perhaps your magical power only manifested recently. Either way, there’s a stone tablet here that can confirm if you have magical power. It can’t measure the amount, but it will show if you have any at all.”

The priest pointed to a stone tablet near the statue of the goddess.

With my heart pounding, I placed my hand on the tablet. It began to glow faintly, and letters appeared on its surface.

“Father, there are letters on the tablet!”

The priest leaned in to examine the tablet, then turned to me with a very serious expression.

“Father? What’s wrong?”

“Maroa, I’m going to tell you something very important. Listen carefully.”

I nodded earnestly.

“I don’t know what happened at the royal temple, but Maroa, you do have magical power. If this becomes known, you will likely have to return to the royal capital and live with your parents.”

“What? Just because I have magical power?”

“Yes.”

“No! My family is Hubert, Violeta, Fars, and Reco. I don’t want to leave this village!”

“I see. To you, they are your family. Perhaps being judged as having no magical power was the goddess’s will. Go home and consult with Hubert about this.

“But you mustn’t tell anyone outside your family about your magical power. Not a single soul.

“Even if you stay in the village, you’ll need to practice magic. If you don’t, it could cause trouble in the future. Come to the church every three days, and I’ll teach you how to control it. With practice, you can increase your magical power and keep it hidden.”

“Okay. I don’t want to leave the village. I’ll keep it a secret and practice magic here with you, Father!”

With the priest’s help, I wrote a letter and returned home in time for lunch. I handed the letter to Hubert and braced myself for what was to come.