The Noble Lady Without Magic Aims to Become an Adventurer! - Chapter 52

After leaving the forest, we searched for a place to stay in a nearby village.

The following morning, we caught a hired carriage back to the academy at the earliest opportunity.

By the time we arrived, it was already past noon. After grabbing a quick meal at the cafeteria, we hurried to Senior Arnold’s research lab.

“Senior Arnold, we worked hard to bring you some rare materials to cheer you up.”

Senior Arnold, who appeared to have been deeply engrossed in his research, greeted us with dark circles under his eyes.

“That’s a big help. What kind of materials did you get?”

“They’re a bit large, so can we take them out in the garden?”

“Sure. I’ll call Yele over as well.”

We stepped out into the garden and waited for Senior Yele to join us.

Moments later, Senior Yele arrived, looking equally sleep-deprived and noticeably irritable.

“I’m really busy right now. If it’s something useless, I’ll zap you with lightning.”

Despite his grumbling and threats, it was clear he was interested in the materials.

We immediately began unloading our backpack, revealing the wolf-like magical beast, the slime-like creature, and the unidentifiable beast we had defeated earlier.

“What do you think? Can you use them?”

Both seniors froze momentarily at the sight of the unfamiliar beasts, then began to analyze them with bright, curious eyes.
Their irritation and fatigue seemed to vanish as they excitedly examined the materials. Senior Yele even sent out a magical express delivery to someone.

Meanwhile, Senior Arnold was discussing with Yele how to process parts such as the eyes, magic stones, claws, and hides.

“Marloa, Fars, where did you hunt these creatures?”

“Uh, in the Witch’s Forest,” Fars answered.
“The Witch’s Forest?! You’re lucky to have made it back alive.”
“Yes, we brought an offering and were warned not to return. We couldn’t have handled the magical beasts on our own.”
The two seniors frowned deeply, clearly concerned.

“If even you two would struggle, then most people have no chance of entering that forest. These materials are incredibly valuable. We’ll have to handle them with care.”
As they spoke, a group of royal magicians teleported into the garden, led by none other than the nation’s chief magician, Lord Zaron.

“Did you two hunt these magical beasts?”

“Yes, though we had some help,” I replied, still in awe of the famous Lord Zaron standing before me.

Unfazed by our reaction, Lord Zaron carefully inspected the beasts, wrapping their remains in magic and preparing to take them back to the royal palace.
“Uh, these were meant to be alchemy materials for Senior Arnold…” I began.

“…I see. Unfortunately, you’ll have to let them go. My apologies. You’ll be compensated later,” Zaron said bluntly before teleporting away with the beasts.

“Senior Arnold, I’m so sorry. After all that effort…”
“Don’t worry about it. Come on, let’s have some tea back in my lab.”

We all returned to his research lab, where we sat down to share tea.

“Still, you two are incredible. I’ve never seen magical beasts like those before,” Senior Yele said, his excitement reigniting.
When Fars and I shared the advice we had received from Cain, Senior Yele was all ears. The conversation shifted to using magic in a grid-like pattern to analyze opponents, and he became utterly enthralled.

I explained how I had used a net-like structure with my magic, which Cain had assured me was sufficient.

“Like this? Or like this?” Yele began experimenting, casting magic toward Senior Arnold, whose brow twitched irritably.
Just as Senior Arnold prepared to retaliate, Fars interrupted.
“Oh, I almost forgot!”

He pulled a jar of yellow fruit from his backpack.

“Thankfully, the bottle we were given slows time. These are the Allure Fruits from the Witch’s Forest.”

The seniors paused their antics to peer into the jar.

“What strange fruit. We should transfer them to a time-stopping bottle,” Senior Arnold said, retrieving a suitable container from a shelf.

“Marlowa, can these be eaten?”

“Cain said, ‘You’ll probably just get an upset stomach, but it might slightly increase your magical power.’”

“There are plenty of them. Why don’t we each try one?” Yele suggested enthusiastically.

Though Arnold and Fars looked reluctant, Yele’s insistence left us with no choice.

“Alright, let’s do it. Cheers!”

We each popped a fruit into our mouths.

The taste was horrendous—a vile combination of sourness and bitterness that was nearly unbearable. Yet, no one dared to spit it out, forcing it down instead.

“This is disgusting!” Fars exclaimed, clearly angry at the ordeal.

I could only nod in agreement. The fruit was truly awful, and I didn’t notice any immediate effects.

The seniors, however, were already discussing the potential for research on the fruit, muttering to each other.

Realizing we were interrupting their work, Fars and I decided to leave the lab.

“That fruit was unbelievably nasty,” I said.

“It really was. Let’s head back to our rooms—Cain said it might upset our stomachs,” Fars replied.

“Good idea. See you tomorrow.”

Fars walked me to my dorm, where I rested for the night. However, as Cain had warned, I soon found myself doubled over with stomach pain.

It was awful. The pain wouldn’t stop, and cold sweat poured down my face. I couldn’t leave the bathroom.

Then I realized something terrifying.
I couldn’t use magic.

It wasn’t just blocked—I had no magic at all.

Panic set in. Without magic, I couldn’t call for help. I was completely powerless.

For the next three days, I was confined to my room, suffering from magic depletion, stomach cramps, and muscle aches. On the fourth day, however, the symptoms disappeared as if they had been a lie.
And my magic… it felt like it had doubled. The power coursing through me was overwhelming.

“This is amazing! Truly amazing!”

Even with my previously low magic reserves, I now struggled to contain it. I couldn’t imagine what this must be like for others.

I sent magic birds to inform Fars and the seniors of my recovery. Replies quickly came from the seniors, though Fars’s silence suggested he hadn’t fully recovered yet.

The next day, I returned to the academy for the first time in days. My classmates’ concern warmed my heart. Fars, I heard, had finally recovered that morning and was experiencing a “super recovery.”

He would join us in Senior Yele’s lab that afternoon. Relieved, I focused on making it through the day, marveling at the changes in my body while trying to maintain my composure.