After having dinner with the sisters Daili and Daisy, Daisy began pestering Laine again, asking him to teach her water magic.
Just as Laine was about to agree, Daili couldn't stand it anymore and dragged Daisy away to wash the dishes.
Looking around, Laine realized he had pretty much finished his work for the day, so he yawned and returned to his room.
Back in the butler's quarters, Laine lay down on the bed. Although old Ram had passed away there earlier that day, Laine felt no unease about it.
After all, sleeping next to the mangled corpses of fallen comrades had become commonplace for him.
Laine was quite satisfied with his day's work as a butler.
Taking care of children and handling miscellaneous tasks wasn't tiring at all, especially with two maids helping out.
It worked out well, since Laine had been disconnected from society for ten full years due to his duties as a knight. If he were to suddenly try living independently in the city now, even with the added benefit of his transmigrator's memories, he would likely struggle to find his footing.
Lying in bed, Laine carefully listened to the subtle sounds in the stillness outside as he slowly closed his eyes.
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As night fell, the door to Nanaly's chamber slowly opened. Her petite figure crept stealthily through the darkness until she reached the dining table.
Carefully pulling out a chair, Nanaly sat down without making the slightest sound.
Looking around the spacious environment, Nanaly let out a soft breath and extended her right hand. Her azure eyes gleamed faintly in the reflected moonlight.
"Through the meridians, feel..." she murmured, silently reciting an incantation in her mind.
In the next moment, Nanaly felt something being absorbed into her body, flowing through her, leaving trails of warmth in its wake.
Suddenly, a faint yellow glow emanated from her hand, and a small flame appeared, flickering in the darkness.
The flame was tiny, struggling against the encroaching darkness, seeming as if it might extinguish at any moment.
Even so, Nanaly's face lit up with joy.
Unfortunately, after a short while, the flame finally succumbed to the darkness and disappeared.
"...Still failed, huh."
The joy faded from Nanaly's small face along with the flame.
She tried casting the flame-summoning spell several more times, but each attempt ended in failure.
Finally, Nanaly gave up. Sitting in the silent darkness, she stared down at the table, lost in thought.
"Young miss, who taught you your magic? The teachers at Olcott Academy?"
A voice suddenly came from nearby.
Nanaly jumped in surprise, quickly lifting her head and turning toward the voice like a startled kitten.
She saw Laine standing not far from her, watching her with a smile.
Seeing him, Nanaly pressed her lips together, her face reddening as she asked, "When... when did you..."
Her voice was clearly flustered.
It was understandable - after all, specifically choosing the dead of night to practice magic alone without making any sound clearly indicated she didn't want anyone to see her.
Laine stroked his chin and said:
"I arrived during your third-to-last attempt at magic, young miss. Did I frighten you? I apologize."
After maintaining eye contact with Laine for a moment, Nanaly's emotions finally settled, and her tone regained its coldness:
"As you can see, I was just practicing magic. It has nothing to do with you. I hope you can forget everything you just saw."
It seemed the young miss still had some pride.
As for the coldness in Nanaly's voice, Laine noticed it seemed more like a facade, as if she was deliberately trying to hide something and keep others at a distance.
But Nanaly's deliberate concealment was somewhat clumsy.
Instead of responding to Nanaly's obvious attempt to dismiss him, Laine silently raised his hand.
As Nanaly looked questioningly at Laine's raised palm, a roaring flame suddenly appeared in it.
The flame was notably brighter than the small one Nanaly had summoned, dispelling large patches of darkness, its form reflecting in Nanaly's pupils.
"I actually know a thing or two about this kind of magic. Perhaps I could help you, young miss."
Laine said with a gentle smile, while carefully observing Nanaly's changing expressions.
Nanaly stared at the flame in Laine's hand for a moment, then opened her mouth as if to say something, but swallowed her words back with reddened cheeks.
After a while, Nanaly whispered in a barely audible voice: "Rolin..."
"Rolin?" Laine asked, puzzled.
"My magic teacher, Rolin Wenzer, is a renowned magic instructor in Atte City..."
Nanaly said bashfully, keeping her head down. If Laine looked closely, he would see that her face was red enough to drip blood.
This statement answered Laine's initial question while also indicating her acceptance of his help.
After all, Nanaly couldn't bring herself to directly ask Laine to teach her magic, both because of how she had just tried to dismiss him and because of her own personality.
Could it be that our young miss is a bit tsundere?
Laine seemed to have discovered some interesting traits in Nanaly.
As for the magic instructor she mentioned, Laine could tell there were problems with their teaching method just from watching Nanaly cast magic.
Everyone has different magical aptitudes, so the same method of casting can't be applied to everyone.
Nanaly had magical aptitude, but the instructor was clearly using the same approach for all students, which happened to be ineffective for her.
Logically, if this instructor had always used this method, there should be quite a few children like Nanaly.
To confirm this, Laine asked, "Among that instructor's students, roughly how many are unable to learn magic?"
"About two-thirds," Nanaly answered, notably more cooperative than before.
It was clear that she really wanted to learn magic.
This confirmed that the problem lay with the instructor.
However, even so, having one-third of the students able to cast magic seemed unusually high.
Likely, among these students, there were quite a few self-taught prodigies with exceptional talent.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
