Chapter 706 – Thursday, Week 8 (3)
“Since when did you choose a student based on his or her personality?”
Icher shrugged lightly. She took off the hood of her robe, revealing sweet-looking chocolate-colored skin, and briefly looked around her.
“Isn’t that what aging wizards sometimes do? Raising a pretty kid…”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
Even though it was a light joke, Icher growled and Asemelt looked at him with a little surprise. And glanced at her little boy, who was choking on the smoke of her own cigarette. Black hair, black eyes. It can be found among people in the eastern continent or desert, but it was an uncommon color.
It’s cute.
“Is that why you came to tell your pupil about the workshop?”
“I have to tell you about places like this, because as a wizard, you can do your part. The price here is expensive, but I won’t buy it.”
“Should I call you a future customer? Hello, little guest. Name is?”
Ace Melt grinned, holding her legs in her lap. Most of the people in her principality were good boys and girls, but Asemelt seemed to stand out among them. She was a beauty with pretty, gray eyes, her dark brown hair down to her calves.
She raised herself, no. Compared to her older sisters, her breasts were very small, but her white breasts, which looked like Lee Ha-woon, were visible through her four-buttoned shirt. She was wearing a purple suit over it, and her face with dark circles, perhaps from fatigue, looked very decadent.
“That, that… My name is Mare de Parwen. Now, thank you.”
Ase Melt leaned over and bowed to Marey, who regarded Ycher de Valentine as her older sister, because she was a friend of Ycher de Valentine, that is, in the line of her older sister. She was a bit nervous, so she gave off the social grin the females had practiced.
Ase Melt looked at Marey as if time stood still for a moment. She then blinks her eyes a few times and then clears her throat and smiles back.
“Hmm, hmm. Okay… Let’s get along I’ll give you a special discount if you have the ingredients you want…”
Even though I’ve known her for a long time, she’s a little raw, and seeing that she said that Ase Melt, who only knows money, was her discount, it seemed that he liked our Marei too. Ycher held back her laugh as she struggled to rise and kept her expression calm.
“Ah, I should start with an introduction. As your master said, she is Ase Melt, a professor at Balter Academy. She’s the owner of this warehouse, and she’s the broker of magic materials. Let’s get along well in the future.”
It was not like Ace Melt, it was light. Isher’s eyes narrowed. It was good to recognize Marey’s charm at a glance and be friendly with her, but it felt like something was holding her back.
“Yes, please take good care of me!”
“Hmm… Really, she’s not Ycher’s lover, is she?”
“Yes? Ah yes… ! I’m just an older sister!”
Marey was taken aback and, without realizing it, said the name he used to call Isher.
“It’s not Master, older sister… ?”
Ase Melt looked at Marey and Icher alternately as if asking for an explanation.
“Marey is also Illien-nee’s disciple.”
“Professor Illien? No, he said he was your disciple?”
“What… Should I say it’s a wish?”
Ace Melt looked at Ycher like her bitch. It was Ycher, who might have bowed her head or been nervous if anyone else looked at her like this, because it was burdensome, but that was not the case with her longtime bad friends.
“What you looking at.”
“To be shameless… Professor Illien’s disciple… Where did you hear…”
It was Ase Melt who had little time at school, but something seemed to come to mind in a story he heard in passing. He frowned.
“By the way, Idrien is also his disciple.”
“That crazy bitch… ? Ah mistake.”
As usual, when the story of Idrien came out, Ase Melt, who started swearing, apologized while looking at Marey, who was Idrien’s disciple.
“Professor Illien would say so… Idrien, that crazy… No… Are you also the professor’s disciple? Public?”
“Well, they are like that.”
Asemelt looked at the boy in front of him with surprised eyes. She was a boy so pretty that Icher misunderstood that the one he had brought as her disciple was a girl.
A co-discipline of the twin elves who are famous for their genius. She had the idea that the boy in front of her would become a bigger man than she thought.
“Jae, what about talent? Top? Best?”
“Maybe? I can’t rate it.”
He was only full of confidence with his acquaintances, and was generally timid and incapable of expressing his opinions properly, but in Ase Melt’s estimation, Itcher de Valentine was a genius.
In the days of the Kingdom of Romania, Ase Melt, who grew up stepping on all the talents that Nanda had been longing for, was a genius of a different level to the point of folding. The few geniuses recognized by Isher were the Ksacru sisters. What does that bastard’s blood relative of the high elves mean…? No, that wasn’t the point right now.
“…How far can magic go?”
“Simple elemental magic and the basics of black magic?’
“Only?”
Being able to choose any attribute is an outstanding talent, and even Ace Melt could do all of the basic magic.
“I came to Balter Academy to learn magic, and I am only learning it in class. Did you say you haven’t been to Balter for two months?”
“Ah yes…”
Ace Melt tapped the calculator in his head. Magical affinity, expression, composition of spells, interpretation of spells, amount of mana, and understanding of magic. Virtually everything could be called talent. Icher de Valentine’s out-of-the-ordinary genius. The disciple of the twin sisters of Ksacru.
“Count… Class.”
“Yes?”
“I’m saying that you’re worth about a count. It was pretty harsh.”
Worth the equivalent of a count. I didn’t even get a sense of how much. He was the duke of Lorraine and ruled the whole of Valter. Then he vaguely thought that the count would also be incredibly rich.
“Are you thin? No, it’s a value I put on trusting your words without even appraising it properly. It could be lower than that Are you saying that when you know how many guys who fell in the middle while talking about geniuses?”
“Isn’t the Count boring, Marey?”
“Yes? No… Because I don’t know…”
There was no one to compare with the Count.
Even though he was a duke, he felt completely distant from Lauren, the governor of Balter, and even though he was said to be the heir to the Duke of Parwen, he didn’t feel like a nobleman even though he was friendly at home.
In the case of the high-ranking aristocrats of Elvenheim, the Ksa Kru sisters, because they were kept as pets in her house, she was elegant and dignified.
In Marei’s mind, the closest thing to aristocrat was Philia, who was number one in the succession of the principality, but even she was so free-spirited that she overpowered her bodyguards and stormed out, saying that her bodyguards were a nuisance…
She thought of several people, but she remembered the son of her baron family, the count family, who she said was the fiancé of senior Celine. She was a restless person, as if her world was beneath her own feet. She remembered a handsome but eerie man.
“You mean boring? Under… In this era when only real nobles survived after the continent was unified, he was a count. Count.”
“But, our Marey is the heir to the ducal family? Ah, since there is a director of the Inspection Bureau, is he the successor of the successor?”
“I do not know.”
Lauren seemed to want to connect herself and her labella. She passes on her family line to herself, allowing Ravela to support by her side. I should say that she seems to want to look like Lauren’s relationship with the warrior she saw from the outside.
Even so, she became more and more active with herself and her class(?) Time, so…
“For a moment.”
At the sound of Asemelt’s voice, Marais couldn’t help but stop her thoughts of Lauren.
“The Inspector General? Duke? Little boy, the name must have been…”
“Marey. This is Mare de Parwen.”
Ace Melt’s face turned pale.
“You crazy bitch!!!”
And she spat out curses in a voice close to a roar at Ycher.
“Even if you talk quietly, everyone understands. Why are you screaming all of a sudden?”
“Under… You’re telling the chairman’s grandson that you’re secretly working on a side job? To the grandson of that nasty dragon!?”
Ase Melt suddenly jumped at Izer and grabbed him by the collar and shook him. Icher lifted her hands up in panic and patted Asemelt’s hand as if to calm down.
“There’s no way Marey can tell the chairman.”
“That’s your idea!”
Ace Melt groaned. She was not the grandson of the chairman, but the chairman himself, but she grabbed Icher by the collar and shook it roughly.
“Ah, don’t worry. Do you think I would bring you here if you had said that and had that kind of personality?”
“I believe in you a lot. Eww… Change places… No, I will discard it. Hey, did you say Marey? I’m going to close this warehouse right now. Don’t tell the chairman!”
Ace Melt changed her target and clung to Marey. Her way of seducing a boy was simple. All I had to do was put her arm between her breasts and beg her affectionately.
“That, that…”
“Huh? Because this older sister will ask you like this~? Can I keep it a secret from the chairman?”
Marei stuttered as if she was embarrassed, as she didn’t know where to start or how to speak, but Ase Melt held her face close enough to her breath to see if she thought her method would work. Asked for
