Chapter 3: Trip

As he watched the relatively short white-haired girl approach the carriage, George felt sweat appear on the back of his head.

This, of course, was something that all those serving on the Agnes estate felt, with the exception of the head maid and butler.

But even so, George still respectfully opened the door to the luxurious carriage, allowing the young miss, alongside the middle-aged guard her father had sent with her to enter.

"Has everything for the journey been prepared?" asked Beatrice as she opened one of the leather books already present in the carriage.

"Yes, miss Beatrice," said Henry, before entering the carriage himself, and after a few moments, the carriage in front of them began moving, prompting the coachman to follow along.

After the carriage began moving, Beatrice put the book down and held her head up with her right hand, staring out of the window, Beatrice watched as the large castle behind them became smaller and smaller, and after a few minutes, entirely disappeared into the distance.

The moment Beatrice could no longer see the castle, Beatrice sighed before once again picking up that same book.

As the carriage was moving along on the stone road, Henry suddenly felt a small chill surround him, as the only other passenger on the carriage other than the coachman, Beatrice was the first one Henry turned to the moment he felt that.

Looking at Beatrice's pitch-black eyes, Henry breathed a sigh of relief, as if nothing had happened.

"Now that she's away from her parents, It's normal for young miss to be a little colder," thought Henry after taking his attention away from the young miss, as if not to be rude.

"It's that same feeling I felt a few years ago," thought Beatrice, but of course, she was not worried, as she had felt the same thing a few times already, the last time being two years ago, just before her talent was being tested.

Because of how paranoid Beatrice was, she repeatedly checked her physical state after that, but of course, nothing seemed to be wrong, even though she could barely breathe for a dozen or so seconds.

"Maybe I can find some information about it at the school," thought Beatrice as she decided to search for more information before speaking to anyone about it.

But suddenly, Beatrice realized something.

"Why was I able to breathe so easily," thought Beatrice as she analyzed all the possible variables that could have affected it.

Suddenly, Beatrice turned her eyes to her left inner pocket, before taking out fourteen colorful stones out of it, her eyes then immediately darted to a certain stone.

After finding out about her mage talent, Beatrice's father learned that most mage schools require something called 'Elemental Stones' as tuition, as such, he spent the past two years searching for these stones.

Beatrice remembered that the mage who tested her talent said that even if your magic talent is not great, If you present five elemental stones, some schools will accept you.

After spending a large amount of effort, Beatrice's father managed to gather fourteen elemental stones, but looking at one of the stones, Beatrice noticed something, the light emanating from it had slightly dimmed.

As soon as she saw what happened, Beatrice immediately realized what had happened.

"For some reason, my body wanted to absorb elemental energy, but since the amount of elemental energy in the air here is so small, I had trouble breathing," thought Beatrice before being reminded of something else.

"Last time it was before I tested my talent, now It's as I began my journey, this feeling seems to appear near important events," thought Beatrice, as the theory that she had some kind of special body that required elemental energy was rejected by her.

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"Good, such a thing would be troublesome," thought Beatrice before noticing that her book had fallen on her lap.

After making a summary of all her new theories in her mind, Beatrice once again, for the third time today opened the book.

As such, Beatrice's journey to the capital had begun.

...

Later that day,

Suddenly, the carriage in which Beatrice was in stopped as Henry made some hand signs towards the carriage up front.

"Miss Beatrice, It's time for your meal, we will rest here today," said Henry as he opened the door of the carriage.

"Notify me when my meal is ready," said Beatrice as she continued burying her head in her book.

Looking at his young miss, who seemed slightly happier than a while ago, Henry smiled before standing guard at the door of the carriage.

Half an hour later,

"Miss Beatrice, your meal is prepared," said Henry before opening the door to the carriage.

Without saying another word, Beatrice exited the carriage before following Henry.

Looking at the table in front of her for a moment, Beatrice turned her head to Henry with an inquisitive gaze.

After this, Henry turned and looked at the table before frowning, as someone stronger than an Official Knight, a Royal Knight, Henry could still smell the slight oak scent coming from the table, that it's creators had failed to truly remove.

"Young miss, should I punish the ones who were responsible for this?" asked Henry as he prepared to take action.

"No need, teach them better next time, such imperfections are impermissible, this reflects badly on you rather than on them," said Beatrice as she sat down on the comfy chair that was brought from the estate, unlike the table.

Merely a moment after Beatrice sat down, three plates were placed in front of her alongside several pairs of silver dining tools, for which Beatrice specifically asked for as neither did she like the feel of gold dining tools nor did she appreciate the utterly abnormal price of gold these days, and such, Beatrice began her meal.

"Since you do not have the resources available at the estate, this is acceptable, but the chef can do better," said Beatrice after somehow finishing three plates full of food in under twenty minutes.

Hearing what Beatrice had to say, Henry smiled before nodding as he bowed

"I will go rest in the carriage, do not disturb me unless necessary," said Beatrice as she walked back to the carriage.

"Yes miss Beatrice," said Henry before following his young miss back and standing outside the carriage door.

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