The Noble Lady Without Magic Aims to Become an Adventurer! - Chapter 57

When I arrived at the dining room with Anna, my father and mother were already seated.

“I’m sorry for being late,” I said politely.
“No, we were simply early,” my father replied.

Once I sat down, the meal was promptly served. As I ate in silence, my mother spoke up.

“Marloa, starting tomorrow, you should wear dresses. You are the daughter of a marquis, after all.”

“Understood. I’ll wear them during dinner,” I replied.
Our words didn’t quite align, the conversation feeling awkward and stilted. Well, it’s not surprising, considering Mother has only been accustomed to talking with Sara and Tera until now.
“Speaking of which, where is the attendant who always follows you around?”

“Fars is still assisting Senior Yele Ruhortak with his research. The magic tournament is just days away, and he’s helping with the graduating students’ presentations,” I explained.

“Yele Ruhortak? The student who’s already making a name for himself as a royal magician? It seems you’ve built some impressive connections, Marloa.”

“As long as you’re establishing ties with the royal family and influential nobles, even without attending tea parties and balls, I have no complaints. However, Marloa, it’s unbecoming for a lady of your standing to be in the Knights’ Department. You must find a suitable partner who can marry you immediately after graduation.”

I stopped eating and stared at my mother.

“Mother, I—”

“Shas, silence,” my father interrupted firmly. “We were the ones who forced unreasonable demands on Marloa. Have you forgotten?”
His voice was calm but carried an undeniable weight.
“Our stubborn decisions turned Sara into what she is now. And let’s not forget that our selfish actions left Marloa to fend for herself from infancy until now.”

Mother seemed to be at a loss for words, her expression stiffening. She was likely thinking about Sara more than me. Though I had been ready to argue back, Father’s intervention eased my frustration, and I chose to hold my tongue.

This tendency to argue impulsively was something I needed to work on. Reflecting on my behavior, I felt a twinge of guilt.

After an awkward dinner, I returned to my room. Late at night, a magical message arrived.

Apparently, Senior Yele’s magic research had finally reached completion, and he was moving on to writing his thesis. He mentioned that he’d be staying up all night to finish it and would return to the estate the following day.

I was relieved to hear of his success. Watching the seniors grow increasingly haggard had worried me, so I smiled in quiet relief. Knowing Fars and the others would likely be useless after an all-nighter, I decided to train alone the next morning and went to bed.

As usual, I woke up early and headed to the training grounds alone. Sweating through my morning routine felt satisfying, as it always did. Afterward, I showered, changed into my academy uniform, and made my way to the dining room.

“Good morning, Father. Good morning, Mother.”

“Good morning, Marloa,” they replied in unison.

We exchanged pleasantries, attempting to move past the tension of the previous night.

“The magic tournament is approaching. What are your plans for today?” Mother asked.

“There are no classes today, so I plan to help Senior Arnold with his research,” I replied.

“Very well. How about going shopping together tomorrow?”
“Understood,” I agreed.

After breakfast, I headed to the academy.

When I arrived at Senior Yele’s research lab, I found Fars sprawled out on the floor, sound asleep, while Senior Yele, with lifeless eyes like those of a dead fish, was furiously working on his thesis.

Judging by their condition, they must have poured all their magic into the magic circle and had yet to recover. I cast a recovery spell on both of them.

“Good morning. Are you all right, Senior?”

“Ah, good morning, Marloa. Thanks for the recovery magic. If you could, could you also spare me some of your magic?”

I extended my hand, and Senior Yele, staggering slightly, took it. I began transferring my magic to him.

“Ah, Marloa’s magic is as soothing as ever. Truly relaxing,” he said with a contented sigh.

I transferred about a tenth of my magic to him, enough to restore his strength and magic reserves. Feeling rejuvenated, he stretched and immediately returned to his thesis.

“I brought breakfast as well. Fars, wake up,” I said, setting the food on the table and nudging Fars awake.

“Good morning, Marloa. I’m still so sleepy,” he mumbled as he sat up.

He joined Senior Yele for breakfast while I asked, “Senior, how’s the thesis coming along?”

“It’s almost done. Just a little more, and I’ll finish it. Tomorrow, all that’s left is to prepare the presentation venue. By the way, Marloa, I heard you returned to your family estate. Will you be commuting from there now?”

“For now, I’ll stay at the estate during the midterm break. As for after that, I’m still undecided.”

“At least Sara and Tera aren’t around, so that’s something,” Fars commented.

“True, but Mother has been nagging me since yesterday. It’s quite draining,” I admitted.

After breakfast, we left Senior Yele to focus on his work.

Next, I delivered breakfast to Senior Arnold’s lab.
“Senior, I brought you breakfast,” I said.

“Ah, thank you. Just leave it over there,” he replied without looking up from his work.

It seemed he hadn’t eaten either. For someone who usually valued his meals, he must have been extraordinarily busy.

“Senior Yele was using acceleration magic to write his thesis. Why don’t you use magic as well?” I suggested.

Senior Arnold looked surprised, as if the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. He immediately began using acceleration magic, prompting a chuckle from Fars.

“That slipped my mind. But now I can finish the thesis in no time,” he said, smiling.

“Do you think you’ll need help tomorrow?” I asked.

“My presentation only involves displaying the items and their accompanying thesis, so I’ll be fine. By the way, Marloa, would you allow me to escort you as my partner to the graduation party?”

“I’d be honored, but I’ll need to consult my father before giving you an answer,” I replied.

“Of course. I’ll send a formal request to the marquis as well.”

After leaving Senior Arnold’s lab, Fars and I discussed our plans.

“Are you heading back to the dorm?” I asked.

“Yeah, I didn’t return yesterday. If you’re moving to the estate permanently, I’ll need to move my things too,” Fars said.

“That’s true. I think I’ll go back to the dorm for now. It’s more relaxing there than at the estate.”

“Agreed. I’ll pack my things and come get you,” Fars offered.

“All right, I’ll wait for you,” I replied.

Returning to my dorm room, I let out a deep sigh. Knowing I wouldn’t be back for a while, I felt a heaviness in my chest.

Mother is a typical noblewoman. I wondered if tomorrow’s shopping trip would go smoothly. There were so many things to worry about.