Chapter 624

In the end, the first thing I did when I set foot in the professor’s office was a general cleaning.

It wasn’t physically a level that could be finished in one day, but it was an area where Seneran could be used. He threatens to sprinkle water on them if he doesn’t organize research papers, reports, and books right away, so he grumbles and builds a neat tower.

As she has no talent for cleaning, she literally only builds towers, but it doesn’t matter as she can do more than just a robot vacuum cleaner by moving as instructed and arranging things with magic. Normally, it would be normal if the floor was full of dust, but maybe it was because he had to roll around in his sleeping bag, and that was cleaned up with magic again.

Strictly speaking, I have all the ability to clean myself, but I wondered why he was doing that... but I didn’t want to intervene deeply, so I didn’t ask. Let’s pretend that nature is lazy. Anyway, even if I asked him now, he looked so flustered that he couldn’t even answer properly.

“Anyway, is it true? You met and hired that mistress?”

And the cause was mainly in the encounter in the Demonic Territory. She had in mind the possibility that she knew Emmet as well as Emmet knew her, but the reaction she showed while still not coming out of the sleeping bag was in many ways questionable.

“What’s the point of me lying to Seneran?”

“That’s true, but if that old man’s temper is so eccentric, how would I react like this, Eldemia? Do you know how serious he is? If you want a reply to your letter, do you have to enclose a gold coin?”

If I hadn’t known Emmet, I would have laughed it off, wondering if there was such a person, but I just nodded my head because the Emmet I knew was enough to be like that. And my reaction suddenly became the basis for increasing the credibility of the statement that I had hired Emmet.

“Anyway, thanks to you, I learned a lot of magic.”

“Even though his personality is broken, his skills are certain.”

Regardless of the human race and the demon race, there is a limit to learning magic simply with books. This is because you have to learn not only the limits of self-study that you face as an academic, but also your senses.

It is for this reason that even though Seneran and Master educated me with numerous books, the results were insignificant. There was no one to give specific and clear advice on mana management, so in the end, I had to figure it out alone based on the theories the two of them built up.

In the meantime, we were very lucky to be able to hire Emmet. Seneran was quite sympathetic to that point.

“Anyway, the tuition for that human would have been a bit expensive, right? I’ll pay half of it. Your learning magic will eventually help me with my research.”

If you say it’s expensive, you might ask for the price, but Seneran proved his nickname again by finishing coolly like a rich man saying, ‘Please wrap everything from here to there.’

If it wasn’t for the image of him sipping with his coffee cup magically floating, without even taking his hand out of his sleeping bag, he would have looked a bit different.

“No, but you weren’t that good at floating magic, right? I remember eating and drinking things with my hands because the precision was poor.”

“Repetitive mastery of anything is important, Eldemia.”

“It’s advice that would have been very impressive if the reason for mastery repetition wasn’t to keep your hands out of your sleeping bag.”

that Ega-sama caught ?” Some look at me with envy and some with desire for achievements... The gazes of the adventurers who recognize me from behind are so strong that I don’t even dare to try.

But I have a magic spell to turn their obsession into a fake obsession.

“I decided to make a deal with the imperial family.”

“Ah...”

My envy grew even bigger and changed like I was seeing a knight in a fairy tale, and I walked out of the guild leaving behind the sight of those who lost their performance avoiding their seats as if they were going to get hit by a pointless spark if I mixed one more word. He stroked his chin, contemplating his next destination.

In fact, most of my day was occupied by Master, Seneran, and the Gaendal Party, so I was lost.

I was going to go see Sicmel’s face, but I couldn’t because it would be like interfering with my business if I paid attention to him because of people recognizing my face. There was no reason to go now, since you can visit the Ogatorf Mansion later when Sir Ekaf is there.

“The schedule suddenly went off the rails.”

Shall we say hello to the old man at Chimseonjang, saying that he is wearing good clothes thanks to him? While I was thinking that, a certain knight from afar approached me, galloping hard.

Even from a distance, the brightly shining blonde hair, shiny armor, and sad impression are why the familiar knight is in his early 20s. Unless you’re a genius, you’re sure to be an average knight, but the equipment is so dazzling that even knights can’t easily buy it...

Huh? How do you feel the deja vu in the description?

As I opened my eyes and ruminated, he came up to me and stopped talking. He lightly jumped off his horse as if he didn’t feel the weight of his armor, and politely bowed, not paying attention to the gazes around him.

“Even the title of Levien’s guillotine has not been able to fully represent the Lord’s feats. It is an honor to meet a warrior who is a model knight, a dragon slayer, and acts on behalf of the devil.”

Polite manners and a sincere smile.

“How is Lord Visquente here?”

“Hahaha, I’m so glad you remember my name.”

The knight who appeared out of nowhere was Visquent, an ordinary knight who was involved in the Oak Gate Incident and the gene behind the conversion of Lord Raviel, who succeeded in child farming instead of ruining the luck of his subordinates.

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