The Noble Lady Without Magic Aims to Become an Adventurer! - Chapter 32

Fars and I returned to the dormitory to change before heading to the front gates.

“Mr. Levine! Reco! Did you wait long?”

“It’s been a while, my lady. Now then, I’ve made a reservation at a wonderful place for dinner.”

Having just finished the tournament, I could feel the eyes of passersby on us. Had I accidentally become a bit of a celebrity?
“Marloa, everyone’s glancing at you, but don’t worry about it. That’s just how it is the day after a tournament.”

Mr. Levine and Reco seemed completely unfazed as we walked.

We soon arrived at a restaurant that looked exclusive to high-ranking nobles. Once we were shown to a private room, I finally felt like I could relax.

“Mr. Levine, I don’t have any money!”

“Don’t worry about it. Reco’s paying, so order whatever you like.”

“Yes! I want meat!”

“Me too!”

“…Oh, fine. I’ll treat you both this time. I made a good amount of money thanks to you, my lady.”

Reco, pretending to begrudge us, ordered a variety of dishes.
“Did you watch our matches today, Mr. Levine?”

“Of course, Marloa. You were amazing. Fars, on the other hand, needs to retrain.”

“Hey, that’s harsh! You kept throwing stones at me, Mr. Levine!”
“That’s because you weren’t taking it seriously.”

We chatted happily as we ate, and I felt truly delighted to share a meal with everyone again. It made me wish Violeta and Hubert were here too. I decided I’d write them a letter about today’s events.

“By the way, Marloa, let me see your sword,” Mr. Levine said, showing interest.

I handed him my sword, still in its sheath.

“Reco helped me pick it out. I also have a dagger—it’s right here.”

“Hm, the anti-magic effect is well-applied. Who enchanted this?”
“Senior Arnold Gaus did. He and I occasionally take on guild requests together.”

“The Gaus family, huh? You’ve made a good connection. Did he enchant anything for you, Fars?”

“No, he didn’t. He said that people who can use magic shouldn’t have their weapons enchanted. You’re so lucky, Marloa.”

“That’s true for tournaments. Why not get another sword enchanted for other purposes?”

“That’s it! Next time, I’ll ask Senior Arnold to enchant one for me too.”

As we were finishing our meal, Mr. Levine handed Fars and me a sealed letter.

“What’s this, Mr. Levine?”

“It’s from His Majesty.”

Although Mr. Levine acted casual, the royal seal on the letter left me stunned. Was this real?

“Normally, only the champion receives one, but Fars is your companion, Marloa, so he gets one too.”

Both Fars and I widened our eyes in astonishment.

“Mr. Levine, I don’t have a dress for this!”

“Can’t the Efsee family buy you one?”

“They probably would if I asked, but, well, you know…”

“Ah, I see. That house of yours…”

Reco, trying to support me, trailed off uncertainly.

“Even if we buy a dress and have it tailored, it’ll take time. Besides, without a maid, you wouldn’t be able to put it on yourself, would you?”

Fars spoke up in a surprisingly dutiful manner. He had a point, though.

“Wearing your uniform should be fine. You’re still a student, after all. The same goes for you, Fars.”

“Really? Then I’ll go in my uniform, Mr. Levine.”

With that, we spent a wonderfully fun time with Mr. Levine and Reco. Mr. Levine mentioned he’d be returning to his family for a bit but would soon set off on another adventure.

I couldn’t help feeling envious. I wanted to go on a journey too.

Back in my dorm room, the dorm mother handed me a letter. It seemed to be from my family. I felt a sinking weight in my chest.

Opening it, I found that my parents had attended the tournament and congratulated me on my victory. They admitted they hadn’t expected me to win and instructed me to return home over the weekend.

The tournament would be followed by exams, and then the long summer break. I couldn’t afford to fail the upcoming tests, especially since I’d also been summoned to the castle.

I decided to write back, informing my father that I’d visit after the exams.

Honestly, though, who schedules exams right after a tournament?
I considered starting my study preparations right away, but I was too tired. I decided to postpone everything until tomorrow. Surely, I deserved to bask in the afterglow of my victory just a little longer.

When I went to school as usual, I noticed stares everywhere. While I’d grown accustomed to looks of disdain and hearing whispers of mockery, now there was a curious edge to the attention I received.

“Congratulations on your victory, Marloa, Fars!”

“Thank you, Lady Eleanor, Lady Hannon.”

“To think you actually won—it’s incredible!”

“And to be acquainted with the son of the Gaus Marquis, no less.”

“Yes, he’s a mentor to both Fars and me.”
As we were chatting, Nikolai joined in from the side.
“Ever since losing to Marloa, my father’s been giving me hell. Now I’m stuck in intense training every day. It’s the worst. You two have it easy.”

Apparently, Nikolai had skipped this tournament due to his rigorous retraining.

“Hehe, then let him drill you thoroughly,” I teased.

Fars and I exchanged smiles as we enjoyed the lighthearted banter with our classmates.

“Congratulations on yesterday’s victory, Marloa and Fars!” Mr. Gyallo entered the classroom with a beaming expression. “It’s amazing to have both the champion and runner-up from the S-Class! But don’t get too comfortable—exams are next week. I expect everyone to work hard.”

His announcement was met with groans, including my own. A day off wouldn’t have hurt anyone, would it?

Thankfully, today’s lesson was mostly self-study, and the week ahead would be focused on exam preparation. Nobles with private tutors probably didn’t even need to bother studying.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t my reality.

As I studied quietly, I noticed that students from the A-Class were sneaking glances at me through the door to the S-Classroom.
It seemed like they were here to see “that girl,” meaning me.
Both Fars and I felt deeply uncomfortable, but we endured, knowing this attention would likely fade after the break.

When lunchtime arrived, I debated going to the commoners’ cafeteria for a meal, but given the situation, it seemed impossible.

Reluctantly, I decided to eat in the nobles’ cafeteria instead, and Fars agreed. For now, we’d have to adjust to this temporary change in routine.