Chapter 5: If you don't learn magic, you'll be begging in a different world.

Actually, I didn't really need a teacher just to learn knowledge and etiquette.

In the novel 'The Destruction of Katrina', magic is an important element.

Every creature with a soul has magic within it, but not everyone is qualified to learn magic. The power of magic is directly related to the soul. The purer and nobler the soul, the more powerful the magic it can use.

The most promising of these people are summoned - or rather, forced - to the Magic Tower. The Magic Tower is very strict about who goes in and who goes out. It can be said that once you enter, you may never be able to leave.

Probably to maintain a balance of power, powerful wizards are an army in themselves. Once they are recruited by a country or a warlord, it will cause a bloody storm. Therefore, the Wizards' Tower is a kind of prison for mages. The wizards inside will only leave the tower under one circumstance - to quell the chaos when black magic users are present.

There's a detailed explanation of the magic in the book, but when the caretaker sister was reading that part, I blanked out and couldn't listen.

Now I regret it very much.

Halfway through the novel, a wandering magician once stayed at the Duke's mansion for a short time. He was amazed by Inette's enormous magical potential, but no one at the Duke's mansion was training her. Of course, Elio would not train Inette. A powerful pawn would only pose an unnecessary threat to his plans.

This wizard claimed to the outside world that his name was Grey Leopold and that he was just an ordinary apprentice wizard, but his real identity was the Lord of the Magic Tower, who had just escaped from the tower.

In the book, he confessed his identity to the princess and also told her something that seemed unimportant at the time, but is very important to me now.

Although powerful wizards live long lives and may appear to be in their twenties, they have actually been locked in a tower for hundreds of years. When he first regained his freedom, he had a hard time adjusting to the outside world and did many ridiculous things. He even slept on the streets for a while, and even applied for a job as a children's tutor, but no one wanted him.

Hey, nobody wants me!

After the age of sixteen, I don't know what kind of suffering awaits me, so I need to be as prepared as possible, including using the magic of this body to master some life-saving magic. That is why I need to have a magician as my teacher.

If I just say that I want a magician to teach me magic, Ario will definitely stop me. Not only will I lose the opportunity to become stronger, but I will also make Ario more wary of me, making it harder for me to pull off any tricks in the future.

And Mr Grey - if that is his real name - needs to hide his identity as a wizard. We are a perfect match!

According to the novel's timeline, he will probably graduate from the Magic Tower in a few months.

I asked the butler to find me a male teacher with grey hair and grey eyes, and to let me know immediately if there was anyone suitable.

The butler is very kind to me, unlike the maids, who don't take me seriously. This is probably because attitude determines position, and he deserves his high salary!

Now all I have to do is wait for Gray to send in his CV. With everything arranged, I lay down on the soft bed in a big, happy heap. A child's body tires easily and I fell asleep quickly.

***

While waiting for Mr Gray, I read a lot.

My maid, Sharon, was amazed that I could read on my own, so I had to explain that the orphanage had given me a good early education. Actually, it hadn't. That den of thieves was a place where the orphans had to steal even their meals, and with no way of getting enough to eat, I had never seen a book.

I can read these books fluently, probably because of my past life. Although it is hard to believe, the languages of the two countries I have lived in are the same.

I curl up in my room every day to read and have taught myself manners and basic knowledge. My only conversational partner is Sharon, but luckily she likes me now and it has been worth all the hard work I put in to be cute in front of her.

Miss Inette, it's time for tea.

Yes! I threw down the dizzying books and ran to Sharon, who picked me up and put me in a chair, then put my napkin on for me.

Thank you, Sharon!

Today's afternoon tea also looks particularly tempting. It's no wonder the Duke's house is so good. I don't have to do anything and I can just eat nice little cakes. It is really too much happiness for me, who has been used to a hard life.

Miss, don't choke, eat slowly.

Sharon gently wiped my cheeks with a napkin. Did I eat it on my face? How embarrassing.

Sharon seemed to have found the fun of looking after dolls in looking after me. From her cold and distant attitude at first to her attentive care now, Inet's face has contributed a lot.

I couldn't eat any more under her loving gaze, so I stopped looking at her and buried my head in the cake, concentrating on it. I didn't expect to feel a gentle pinch in my face while I was eating.

Huh?

Sharon quickly pulled her hand away, as if she'd just come to her senses, and said, "Sorry! You're just so cute, I couldn't help it...

It's OK, you can touch me if you want, just remember to bring me more snacks next time.

After devouring the rest of the cake like a whirlwind, I patted my stomach, feeling full and happy like a little otter.

My stomach seems to have become much softer.

Haha... I don't think so...

I turned my head to look at myself in the mirror.

Who is this little piggy? !

Oh no, I've never been a fan of exercise. I was never hungry in the orphanage, but now I eat meat and fish at every meal and never go out, so I've put on weight!

I'm sorry, Inette! I've eaten myself into a fat face!

Sharon finished clearing the table, saw me silently screaming in front of the mirror and guessed my distress.

It's all right, young lady, it's very cute and fluffy. You'll naturally lose weight as you grow.

She stroked my hair lovingly. Is this guy's filter on me a bit too strong?

In this Duke's mansion, which is full of traps, I have neither the power nor the money. I can't afford to lose my beauty!

It may sound a little narcissistic, but this face is really my only asset. If I become ugly and Ariol can no longer use me for marriage, my fate will truly be like a lonely boat on a stormy sea.

I can already imagine Ariol kicking me out of the Duke's mansion before I can wait for the wizard.

I pat my cheeks to dispel the fantasy from my mind and make up my mind:

Lose weight!