The Noble Lady Without Magic Aims to Become an Adventurer! - Chapter 50

“Good morning, Fars.”

“Good morning, Marloa. I can’t believe the academy starts again today. I wish we had more vacation.”

Fars and I chatted as we worked on our early morning training. Afterward, we returned to the dorms, freshened up, and headed to class.

Thus began another term at the academy.
“Good morning, Lady Marloa.”

“Good morning, Prince Shellman, Lady Eleanor.”

When we bowed courteously, the prince raised his hand lightly in acknowledgment, and Lady Eleanor greeted us with a polite “Good day.”

“Thank you for attending the ball. Your dance with Lord Gauss was splendid. The hall was abuzz with admiration for the handsome pair you made.”

The prince and Lady Eleanor exchanged approving glances and nodded to each other.

“It’s too much of an honor. I was deeply moved by your dance, Your Highness and Lady Eleanor. It was truly magnificent.”
“Fufu, Lady Marloa, you’re too kind. I’m flattered.”

From my perspective, the two shared a harmonious relationship. If nothing changed, I imagined they would marry upon graduation. I couldn’t help but feel a little envious.

Someday, I hope to marry someone and spend my days in such harmony.

I spent time chatting with my classmates, sharing stories of what we had done during the break, enjoying the lively atmosphere.

Thus began another term of classes, not much different from the previous term.

Fars and I would dive into the “lunch wars” at the commoners’ cafeteria or find ourselves in trouble after breaking academy supplies while helping clean Senior Yele’s room. Such cheerful days continued.

Of course, I also frequented the guild on weekends.
Occasionally, Senior Arnold would run out of materials, and I would join him on a hunt. Gradually, I was accumulating guild points and saving money.

Over time, I realized that I was getting along well with my classmates without any discomfort.

In other classes, the image of me as the “magic-less marquis’s daughter” still lingered—mostly thanks to my younger siblings—but the impression wasn’t great.

However, after the martial arts tournament, things felt different. It’s hard to describe, but the cold, disdainful stares had almost entirely disappeared.

Moreover, noblewomen greeted me with warm smiles more often. I wasn’t sure why, but at least I wasn’t being disliked, which was a relief.

“Senior Arnold, is your research nearing completion?”
“Ah, not at all. I can’t even see the end of it.”

Both Senior Arnold and Senior Yele looked increasingly worn out.
It was unfortunate that the only way I could help them was by bringing materials.

Other seniors in the magic department also had dark circles under their eyes, looking similarly exhausted.

“Hey, Fars, what do you think would cheer up Senior Arnold and the others?”

“Hmm, probably materials. Something rare, I’d say.”

“You think so too? Then why don’t we go out this weekend to find some rare materials?”

“Sounds good. I don’t have any summons from the marquis this weekend, so it’s a perfect time. Where are you planning to go?”
Fars asked, intrigued.

“How about the Perennial Ice from Mt. Virol, the Allure Fruit from the Witch’s Forest, or the Strength Water from the Dwarven Village? Rare items that are just within our reach.”
“Those are some tough choices, but they’re not common items. I bet they’d be thrilled.”

“Right?”

We began deliberating where to go.

The Perennial Ice of Mt. Virol was a special ice deep in the snowy mountains. Infused with pure magical energy, it was said to never melt, even when brought to the royal capital.

It was difficult to obtain because venturing into the snowy mountains meant risking an encounter with Snow Dragons. It was said that adventurers below B-rank wouldn’t survive meeting one.
The Allure Fruit from the Witch’s Forest grew on plants in a forest inhabited by witches.

Those who entered the forest were rumored to never return, either because they got lost or encountered fearsome monsters they couldn’t escape from.

However, it was said that if one had a wish, they could navigate the forest and meet the witch. What happened after meeting her was unknown—some said visitors were killed, while others claimed the witch granted wishes in exchange for a price.

The Strength Water from the Dwarven Village was another option, though the village’s location was a mystery.
It was said to be hidden by a recognition barrier, and only a lucky few who stumbled upon it had their weapons enhanced or drank the water to strengthen their bodies.

“Dwarves are supposed to be good-natured, but finding their village during a short break seems impossible,” I remarked.
“Fars, what do you think? The snowy mountain or the Witch’s Forest?”

“Hmm… we don’t have the gear for the cold. The Witch’s Forest seems like the better option for survival.”

“True. They say the witch will grant wishes if you offer something of value. Let’s go there. What should we bring as an offering?”

“Something the witch wouldn’t already have. Maybe something from a church, the opposite of what she’d possess?”

“Good idea.”

We decided to head to the Witch’s Forest. After class, we applied for permission to leave the city and headed to the church to obtain hunting permits and search for an offering.
Fars sent a magical bird with the message: “No magic training today due to other commitments.”

Magical birds and magical mail were similar, though the birds disappeared after delivering their message, whereas magical mail could transport letters or small items. Larger packages consumed more magical energy.

At the church, we prayed and browsed for suitable offerings. The Great Holy Church in the royal capital sold various items, including charms, herbs, and holy water.

At the very end of the display, something caught my eye.
“Fars, how about that?”

“The Maiden’s Flower? Isn’t that the flower grown by the Saintess’s magic? You think that’ll work?”

Fars seemed skeptical. The Maiden’s Flower, a pure white bloom, was said to be nurtured with holy water created by the Saintess’s magic.

Its authenticity was unclear, but the flower was exclusive to the capital’s church, making it a rare find.

I bought several flowers and holy water, arranging the flowers into a pretty bouquet.

“This will definitely please the witch. After all, she’s a woman too, right?”

“I’m not so sure. I doubt she’d be happy with something like that.”

Fars remained unconvinced, suggesting that something like a hair ornament imbued with the Saintess’s prayers might be better.