Chapter 9: Book:1 | Arc:2 | Ch:5

Reading was fun. Learning to read, again, was a pain.

It wasn't all that different from English and didn't take more than a few days to learn completely. There were just a few words changed and some meanings twisted. The real pain was the way they taught me.

'I never want to see another kiddie book again.'

I was right in my assumption that the bookshelf was filled with kid's books. Though, there was a silver lining to my suffering. The day I finished all the kid books, it was time for me to learn magic.

Thus, I was out next to the training field watching Seyra train killing time. Grandpa was, surprisingly, not the one teaching her. In fact, no one was, she was sparring with both the boy and the girl.

'I already forgot their names, jeez.'

Though, that didn't really matter as today, now that I could read, I was to learn the magic system of my new world.

"I'll also be able to find out if those eyes are a result of magic or of something else."

"Did you say something Young Miss?"

I froze.

'Damnit, I spoke my thoughts again.'

I smiled and looked towards the maid they assigned to me, Cyr.

"Just thinking how awesome Seyra is to be able to fight against two people. She's not being pushed back either."

'Then again, I don't know enough about fighting to analyse it more than that.'

"Indeed, your big sister is probably one of, if not the most talented in her generation. That is, of course, considering that the Young Miss and Young Master are very strong as well."

I smiled a little.

'I highly doubt that any of the people in Seyra's generation will be able to beat her after she finishes training with Grandpa though. If they do, they're going to go far.'

The sound of two swords clashing drew my attention.

Both the boy and Seyra were pushing to win the momentary clash. He then let up, his sister sent a fireball straight towards her. Seyra deflected it with magic coating her sword. She pulled out a dagger and stopped the incoming longsword on her left.

The more I watched the more I was entranced. I, without a doubt, was inexperienced. I wouldn't be able to tell one sword strike from another unless one was horizontal and the other was vertical. This, however, even I could tell the way she handled the weapons was beautiful.

The battle was short, Seyra sadly didn't have enough stamina to hold off the two noble's coordination. Yet anyway. Honestly surprising given all of the training that she's been doing with Grandpa. They were all exhausted and some of the maids standing by gave them each a towel and a glass of water.

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'Hmm, what do I do now?'

Four hours were left before I'd go and begin learning the magic of my new world.

'I had thought that this would be long enough to take up my time but I guess not.'

I sighed and pondered.

'I guess I'll go read? No, Grandpa will definitely get pissed if I miss his lesson by even a minute. Things like being tired will just sound like excuses to him.'

I sighed wearily.

'I love magic but I haven't been taught by Grandpa yet, so I don't know if I'll lose my love of magic because of the pain of teaching.'

I froze.

'I feel like a fool, the suffering in learning would just make magic feel that much sweeter!'

And so, I deluded myself into thinking this as I went back to my room.

On the way, I stopped by a window. Cyr noticed and paused.

"Young Miss?"

There was a slight mist on the window, not the mana mist though. It was a cold mist.

"Is it already the time of frost?"

"Soon, yes. It should slowly get colder from now."

"I see."

I stared on for a little longer before continuing back to my room. In the end, I couldn't think of something to do. I couldn't start replacing my organs, Cyr was watching me at all times. I couldn't practice my magic, because of Cyr. However, I soon reached a conclusion. When in doubt of what to do, sleep! The sweet nothingness is always a beautiful thing and the best time killer.

I yawned as I sat up, my eyes weary and I rubbed them to clear it as much as I could.

What I woke to was my room, empty of people. I got up, finding myself in pajamas. My expression darkened as I turned and saw the outside, similarly darkened.

'Grandpa's going to kill me.'