This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

Jared had been palpated naked on her upper body when she was ordered to lead Almeida to an empty room in the mansion.

"Li Cherry Blossom found out about that girl you keep in you."

"That's a dragon. That's why you showed up in front of everyone at that time, right?

"I'm an apprentice, right?

Almeida, who placed her hand over her chest and sent her magic to explore Jared's body, narrowed her eyes to nostalgia.

"For over a year, you hadn't been palpating. It's been a while."

"Me, too."

"In the meantime, you would have stormed off. I don't ask about the cause, but the fluctuations of power have reached me. That's why I gave him a leg like this."

"Sorry for the inconvenience"

It had been less than two years, but Almeida had taken care of me as a strict and gentle master.

It's a mind-boggling thought that you came all the way to see how your rampant apprentice was, even though you fled to her on your own.

"If you're sorry, why don't you tell me? How did you escape from me?

"It's..."

"It's me, I'm amazingly angry myself. More than that, I looked around worried about Jared at the time. I was anxious to see if he was down somewhere again, so I looked for days."

"Only words of apology come"

Almeida asks as she touches Jared's chest, which fills her with more sorry than grateful.

"Jared was just crying at the beginning that he didn't like training. But I'm stronger now. Crying, he didn't retreat, he greedily sought strength - growing enough to gain strength to just defeat the dragon's clear storm, even though he was personifying and suppressing his power. But I don't understand why you threw everything along the way."

"I had something to do."

"You want me to tell you everything."

Well, fine, I didn't hide my dissatisfied expression, but Almeida didn't try to ask any more. Say the words of apology again, thanking her for her awareness.

Jared didn't escape because he wanted to escape from Almeida for anything. I just got back to King's Landing because of what I was supposed to do. And he was driven as necessary to belong to the Sorcerer's Association.

I fulfilled my purpose, but when I strayed, I stayed in the Wang capital - because I didn't know which side to offer and return to my master.

But in my mouth, that would only sound like an excuse. Because even myself, I think it's an excuse.

"After all, the cause of the rampage is because it seals the power. For the growing body, magic remains before. That's why we're halfway there."

"Halfway, is it?

hands off his chest. Almeida nodded.

"That's right. There's no way Jared's total magic and strength would have been this much strength. That pufile is dying in battle with a kid. He's strong, too, but if you could have given him the strength he deserves - the struggle would have won without risking his life."

"... No way"

I think it's a bad quality joke. I thought it was a product of intent because there were those who were so strong and deserved to be prepared and protected to beat the struggling Pfile.

It sounds like a dream story, such as being able to win without the risk of life.

"You remember, don't you? That I cursed and sealed your great magic, which was only thirteen years old and was just a child. If I hadn't, I'd have died of sudden blossoming magic."

"I remember. But how much magic did you seal?

Seventy percent.

"- Lies, right?

I knew my magic was sealed. Having gained his whole life in Nine Deaths, Jared was dying by the mighty magic that awakened him at the time when his talent and magic as a magician blossomed.

To a boy whose mind and body were underdeveloped, too much magic was only poison. So Almeida cursed the magic and sealed it on top. Other magic struck my hand to prevent it from invading my body.

As the body and mind grow, they unravel their magic little by little and take the time to tame their bodies. Making all the magic available - that's what Almeida wanted from Jared.

"I've touched it and judged it, but now Jared can release 20% more. Looks like you've been doing all the self-training I taught you. I like it when you don't fail in that kind of effort."

Jared can only be surprised that he could only use 30% of his magic. Even at the moment, the total amount of magic is huge. When it gets more, we can't all look at what happens.

"Damn it, Jared's an idiot, too. If I had continued my training under me, I would have used 80% of my magic power by now. Uh, it's a waste. So you're a candidate for court magician."

"Um, what happens if you get 50% magic?

"You're going to be strong. I'm sure Jared will be a lot stronger than he imagined. More magic will penetrate your body now, and you'll be more user-friendly. Otherwise, the total amount of magic increases, so I guess I'll lose my magic fatigue. It's good to have more magic applications, more chanting omissions, more spiritual interference."

The words come out of nowhere.

I have a lot of magic at the moment, but I still get magic fatigue. If you use your strength, you will lose your breath, and if you use your magic momentum well, you will experience fatigue. If depleted, he'll pass out, and he's in danger of threatening his life.

That's what I take for granted for Jared, and I've been impotent on it.

Still, I have also accomplished all the tasks requested by the Sorcerer's Association, and I have only experienced Pfile and Glass Cherry Blossoms, such as defeating-looking defeats.

So Jared didn't think the bulk of his own magic was sealed. I didn't doubt it because I believed that the current state was the power of Jared Murphy.

"The last seat of a court magician in this country would have been fine. But if I can regain 50% of my magic and use it - when I grow up, I can promise you I'll be stepping into the same realm as I am."

"... I don't know what to say in a series of surprises from earlier. But just one word..."

"Tell me."

"I don't want to stop being human."

"Hey, don't be rude! I'm human, too! Of course, I live a long life, and I'm proud to say I've excelled in my specialty as a magician, but I don't recall quitting being human. Yikes. Rather than that, were you looking at me like that?

For just outdoors treatment, Almeida makes her pretty look grumpy and swells her cheeks.

Jared knows that the appearance is the girl who looks younger than Yenny, but she's actually lived more than five hundred years.

There is no end to the question as to why the appearance stops at a young age and why life expectancy does not run out in the first place.

"You're going to be completely rude. Fixing me inside Jared, come on, let's get back to it."

Almeida points to Jared with her cheeks swollen.

"First, I'm going to get my strength back to 50%. On top of that, I'll make sure I can use 50% of my magic rigorously. Looking at the way you fought Li Cherry Blossom and the way you poked a knife at me, you still grow slower if you just train yourself. I'll give you back what it used to be like in action training."

"- Whoa."

"What. You don't like it?

"I don't hate it..."

I could easily imagine myself falling and not breathing that I might die.

Almeida is tough and gentle, but its harshness is so tough.

Sounds like a field trip, but the point is, it's a fight. A master who can't win by standing upside down is overwhelmed by overwhelming power over his disciples. Under the extreme circumstance that if you don't want to die, you only have to be strong, and you often want to praise yourself in the past for not being able to die.

Regardless, it must have been added or subtracted, but still, the more I thought back, the harder it was to cry.

"If you can use 50% of your magic, you'll get as much strength as you want to be led by a court magician."

"Again, such an idiot..."

"Did you just say stupid about me?

"Sorry!

Jared, whose mouth slipped and stared at him, apologized as he landed on his knees and drooped his head.

Even in the past, I recall being punished by Almeida for inadvertently saying extra things like this.

I miss it but it's horrible.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you again, my dear apprentice. I forgive you, but there's no next time."

"Thank you!

"You know, not all magicians of this age are blessed with talent and magic like Jared. Even you, even in times when magic was in full swing, could incorporate it to the top, because it's a top and bottom stop."

The times exist when witchcraft was commonplace and magicians were not as rare worthy as they are today.

In modern times, Almeida had told me many times that the magic of an era known as the All Sorcery Period had almost been lost and that the quality of magicians had fallen beyond comparison.

Jared, born with magic and talent in those times, has been told reluctantly that he should thank his parents.

"As the head of the court magician is only able to lead because his powers are rare, a third seat dedicated to the battle will soon win. But, Jared, don't be a court magician for a couple of years."

"... why not?

"Times change, but humans don't. Always a magician can only be a tool of battle. I don't want my adorable apprentice to live as a court magician who can only be asked to fight."

Almeida, who said so, was somewhere sad and Jared wondered how to respond.