The Noble Lady Without Magic Aims to Become an Adventurer! - Chapter 38

Arnold looked at me curiously. His sudden question made me flinch, and I instinctively glanced at Fars. He had already shifted into his formal attendant mode.

As I hesitated, Yele cast a barrier around us.

“Arnold, check your surroundings before asking something like that. You’re clearly touching on something she’s hiding, aren’t you?”

The barrier, apparently soundproof, ensured no one outside could hear us.

Realizing there was no avoiding the topic, I decided to explain the truth to both of them.

“Interesting. You’d make an excellent royal attendant—lulling enemies into complacency and then using magic to escape,” Yele remarked after hearing my story.

“Perhaps,” I replied. “But in noble society, a magicless noblewoman is an outcast. I was sent to a village and lived as a commoner for most of my life. Living as a proper noblewoman now feels suffocating.

“If it becomes known that I have magic, my dream of becoming an adventurer will be over. Please, keep this a secret.”

Arnold nodded thoughtfully. “That explains your unique equipment. Still, the way you suppress your magic so completely is impressive. Even Yele and I couldn’t detect it. You might have a talent for alchemy, Marloa.”

“I noticed,” Yele interjected. “I could sense a small amount of magic, but it was faint. What’s your actual magic capacity? And you, Fars. Your magic level is unusually high for a commoner. Were you originally a noble?”

Yele’s question made me glance at Fars again. I had heard that magic levels could be hereditary, but I knew little about Fars’s father. Violeta, who had raised him, might have been a noble herself.

“I’ve never heard anything about my father from my mother. I do know she was the third daughter of a fallen count’s family,” Fars replied.

Violeta had worked for the Efsee family for a long time, so my father might know about Fars’s parentage. If Fars wanted to meet his father, Violeta might finally share what she knew.

Considering Fars didn’t resemble Violeta much, he probably took after his father.

“As for me, my mother was from a viscount family, so I believe my magic level is average for a lower noble. But I’ve never had a detailed assessment,” I said as I briefly circulated my magic within me without suppressing it.

“Hmm. It’s on the lower side, but your control is excellent—on par with a royal court magician,” Yele said, analyzing me. “Fars’s magic level is higher. Marloa, have you considered becoming a magician?”

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ve decided to continue pretending to be magicless. My magic level is too low to be effective, and I don’t want to risk becoming a burden. My dream is to become an adventurer.”

“If you’re hiding your magic, that means you haven’t been practicing much, right? Come to my lab as a test subject. I’ll cast barriers so you can practice without being seen. Fars, if you master magic, it’ll complement your swordsmanship, and you’ll have no trouble joining the royal knight order. Are you aiming to become an adventurer too?”

“My dream is to become a knight,” Fars answered firmly.
“Perfect. What do you say?”

It was hard to argue with Yele’s logic, so Fars and I nodded in agreement.

“Great. Starting tomorrow, come to my lab. It’s right across from Arnold’s. Arnold, you might as well join us.”

“You’re the one always loitering in my lab,” Arnold muttered, sounding slightly annoyed.

While Arnold seemed exasperated, I couldn’t hide my excitement. Learning magic from such a great magician was a golden opportunity.

This long break would likely be consumed by Yele’s magic training.

Yele snapped his fingers, dissolving the barrier, and began efficiently carving the Yellow Dragon with a short dagger. He packed the internal organs into large bottles inscribed with magical circles and mentioned that the leftover meat would be donated to the academy cafeteria.

Tonight’s dinner might be dragon steak again! Just imagining it made me happy.

Afterward, Arnold discussed his plans with us. Having gathered plenty of materials, he would start his alchemy work tomorrow, while Fars and I would deliver the dragon hide to the armor shop and begin magic training with Yele.

The next day, Fars and I visited Danzion, the armorer.
“Mr. Danzion, it’s been a while,” I greeted him.

“Well, if it isn’t Marloa and Fars. What brings you here today?”
“We’d like to have new armor made,” I explained.

“Not happy with the ones you have now?” he asked, his tone calm and even.

“Oh, no, we love these! Yesterday, we were completing guild quests with a senior from the academy when we encountered and defeated a dragon on our way back. Our senior suggested we commission new armor and even gave us a large amount of dragon hide to use.”

“Let’s see it,” Danzion said, and Fars handed him the hide.
“This is Yellow Dragon hide. Impressive material, and plenty of it,” Danzion noted, examining it.

“Um… we don’t have much money…” Fars admitted hesitantly.
Danzion laughed heartily. “With this much hide, just leave me the extra, and we’ll call it even. The armor you’re wearing now is suitable for academy use, but I’ll craft something more suited for hunting monsters. How about armor that enhances your magic as well?”

“That would be amazing! Marloa and I will be training in magic under Senior Yele during the break,” Fars said excitedly.
“Yele Ruhotark, huh? You two are lucky. Your magic skills will improve greatly under him. Leave the armor to me.”

“Thank you!” we said in unison, grateful for his generosity.

As we left the shop, I felt excited to see what kind of armor the Yellow Dragon hide would become.

Chatting lightly, Fars and I made our way to Yele’s lab.

“Senior Yele, we’re here,” I announced as we entered.

Yele greeted us warmly. His lab was meticulously organized but filled with peculiar and slightly unsettling items—jars of preserved eyes, coiled intestines, lizard-like creatures, and bottles of bl00d crowded the shelves.

It felt like stepping into a witch’s den, specializing in curses.

Thankfully, Fars and I were accustomed to handling monster materials, so it was more fascinating than nauseating. But I couldn’t help wondering how Yele would ever find a fiancée who wouldn’t faint at the sight of this place.

“Are you thinking something rude, Marloa?” Yele asked, catching me off guard.

“Not at all!” I replied hastily.

“Good. Now, both of you, sit over there,” he instructed, gesturing to a sofa.

From his robes, Yele produced two small wooden boxes and placed them on the table before us.

“These are simple magical devices. Your task is to open these boxes using magic. Focus your magic through the box and figure out how to unlock it.”

The boxes looked ordinary, but as I followed his instructions and channeled magic into one, the seams glowed faintly.

Realizing that the boxes reacted to how magic was applied, I experimented with different techniques—channeling magic through my fingers, concentrating it in my palms, and adjusting its flow.

Fars was doing the same, his brows furrowed in determination.
We struggled with the boxes for hours.

“That’s enough for today. Come back tomorrow,” Yele said abruptly, plucking the boxes from our hands.

Glancing outside, I realized it was already evening. Startled by how quickly time had passed, Fars and I hurried back to the dorms.