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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Silverriver
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I rubbed my eyes and checked the status window again.
However, the trait I saw maintained its brilliance, unchanged.
“Crazy.”
I unconsciously muttered my inner thoughts.
Could the ‘Genius’ trait extend this far?
When it comes to magic or weaponry, I could somehow accept it, but…
To have talent even in spirit affinity?
At this point, a question arises.
How could Deron, a genius of this caliber, have died without ever making an appearance in the original story?
It’s not that the Duke didn’t cooperate.
If I hadn’t come to the academy, he would have continued to provide me with elixirs.
Wait.
I’m making a mistake.
Why did I assume Deron was ‘dead’?
He might not be dead.
Because the person named Deron Philasia never appeared in the original story.
“Um…”
Medea spoke to me.
She had a frightened expression, but it was an act.
For some reason, I could tell.
“What.”
While fiddling with a low-rank spirit in one hand, I looked down at her slightly.
Medea feigned a flinch and struggled to speak.
“Can you… see spirits?”
“This thing stuck to my hand? I can see it clearly.”
Is there a need to hide it?
Medea would know that I was toying with a spirit anyway.
Pretending to be a little oblivious, I spoke casually.
Then, Medea’s expression faltered slightly.
‘You think so too?’
‘I guess they thought handling spirits was special too.’
At Archxius’s words, I nodded inwardly, as if I knew it.
Even with Lee Han’s help, Christina’s attitude of clicking her tongue and not acknowledging the protagonist…
‘Was the epitome of frustration.’
Perhaps due to the anticipation of future refreshment and catfights, public opinion of her wasn’t bad, but I disliked her.
And.
“Explain why there’s a spirit near me. I know elves handle spirits.”
I have no intention of experiencing that frustration.
Since the Saint asked me not to treat elves like slaves, I won’t do anything strange.
But at least I need to break that haughty attitude of hers.
“I, I took out a spirit to clean, and one of them came to you…”
“Huh. So, you’re saying you took out a spirit you couldn’t control for cleaning and sent it to me?”
To be honest, the early Medea, no, Christina, is incompetent
She has the power to handle spirits, but she can’t control that power.
The reason is simple.
“Do you think that makes any sense?”
She doesn’t practice with spirits.
I stared down at her with disbelief.
As if Deron’s body was naturally meant to exude dominance, he was skilled at intimidating people.
The elf, facing his full force, trembled.
She clenched her teeth and tightened her fists.
I could tell it wasn’t an act.
Right now, she’s the weakest of the heroines.
A weakling who can’t even withstand my presence.
“I heard from ancient texts that elves are chosen by spirits from birth and can fully control them.”
An exaggerated truth.
The information in the ancient texts must have been mixed with the stories the elves told.
“Looking at you, that doesn’t seem to be the case.”
Provoked, Medea glared at me.
I had scratched her biggest strength and weakness: her pride.
“N…no.”
“What do you mean no?”
She couldn’t act anymore.
She seemed unable to even compose herself.
An actor is someone who acts out emotions, not someone who expresses them haphazardly.
In that sense, she had just stepped off the stage herself.
Medea now wore an almost tearful expression.
“There was just a small mistake, I can completely control them.”
“You can completely control spirits?”
“Yes.”
Smirk.
I smiled.
An elf who had stepped off the stage was perfect prey.
“Then teach me.”
“Huh?”
Medea looked puzzled.
It was understandable. I suddenly asked her to teach me.
However, Archxius, as if understanding my intentions, burst into laughter.
‘There’s a way to get a High Elf teacher, so there’s no need to refuse.’
No, three birds.
While I learn spirit arts, she will also have to grow.
The fact that I, who handles a low-rank spirit upon our first meeting, reaches a level surpassing hers…
Her pride wouldn’t be able to accept it.
She will practice and practice to avoid being overtaken by me.
Faster than in the original story. More cleanly.
“Do you have a problem?”
“A human… can handle spirits.”
“I can, so I’m asking you to teach me. Stupid pointy-ear.”
“Stu, stupid?”
Medea’s face turned as red as a beet.
It was probably a shock since it was likely the first time she’d been called stupid.
But it’s none of my business.
“You have to teach me spirit arts anyway.”
Saying so, I raised the back of my hand.
The slave mark engraved on the back of my hand glowed faintly.
A mark that appears only when I want it to.
Medea looked at the mark with a blank expression.
She seemed to realize she had no choice but to listen to me.
“Get up.”
After lifting Medea, who was sitting blankly, I said,
“Before the lesson, let’s get rid of that tacky outfit.”
I needed to do something about those irritating rags that made me frown.
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The streets of the Imperial Capital were still beautiful.
As befitting the capital of the empire, which maintained its grandeur since the sun shone upon it.
The bustling crowds blended harmoniously with the buildings and nature.
I moved quickly through the waves of people.
Medea, with her hood pulled up, covering her face and body, followed behind.
Since her appearance wasn’t completely hidden like the Saint’s, she attracted the attention of passersby.
As if embarrassed to face people in such rags, she pulled her hood further down.
I had temporarily dressed her in my everyday clothes from the closet, but they didn’t suit Medea’s figure.
The closer one got to the palace, the more luxurious the streets of the Imperial Capital became.
Since gold, not silver, was exchanged here, the quality of the goods was above average.
Even the smells wafting from the restaurants were fragrant.
The aroma was so mouthwatering that it made me think of Fibole meat, but I resisted the temptation and continued walking.
I took her to a clothing store.
I hadn’t been to a proper clothing store before, but a particularly luxurious-looking one in the Imperial Capital would be sufficient to clothe her.
Upon entering the store, the brilliance of countless clothes greeted me.
Seeing the clothes hanging on the racks reminded me of shopping, making me dizzy.
Shopping, which I had only been dragged along to before my possession.
‘I never understood how people could shop for four hours.’
To think I would walk into such a place on my own two feet.
It was quite a new experience.
I turned my head to look at Medeia.
She was standing with her head down and her hood pulled low.
It was to hide her face as much as possible.
However, it seemed the baggy hood couldn’t hide her figure.
Her slender waist, prominent chest, and thin thighs caught the eye.
The strands of hair peeking out from under the hood reflected the light of the store and shimmered.
At her superhuman beauty, I momentarily gaped before coming to my senses and lightly hit my head.
“You can choose any outfit you want.”
“…”
“I said, choose.”
Why wouldn’t she listen when I told her to choose freely?
Aside from the mark, something seemed to be the matter.
She stood hesitantly, then eventually took a set of clothes from a rack.
The moment I saw those clothes, I was speechless.
Christina Rohenbelt.
She had worse fashion sense than me.
Only then did I understand why she wasn’t choosing clothes.
She had never chosen clothes herself before.
It was obvious her subordinates had dressed her.
Even if she tried to choose herself, they probably shuddered at her disastrous fashion sense and put her in something else.
‘I couldn’t do that even if I tried.’
At this point, it was beyond astonishing, reaching the realm of the miraculous.
With that face and figure, she uncannily picked out only the most awful outfits.
The sight of Medea blushing while choosing clothes was not something I could watch for long.
Just as I was about to call an employee out of frustration…
Tap, tap.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder.
“Junior? Fancy meeting you here.”
Oh, my savior.
Crena, a senior I had seen at the club, was standing blankly in front of me.
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‘stupid pointy ears’.. lmao he wa RUDEEEE
Thin thighs? Shame, a damn shame