Chapter 63: Talent and Hunger

Chapter 63: Talent and Hunger

Oh, I had a question. How do you rank talent for magic? Whats the scale? 1 to 100?

Lucinda looks at me with an intense stare.

She loves talking about magic, thats apparent. But shes also smart enough to know that Im hiding something. The bit about having a skill that makes a rose didnt really convince her. She clearly doesnt have any other explanation, though, which makes it impossible for her to even think that I would craft that on my own.

What do you mean by scale? Lucinda frowns at me.

Huh? Didnt you say that you wanted to test my talent the first time we met? And I asked you if I had to hold your hand or something? How can you tell if someones talent is high or not?

Unless they cannot tell whether its high or not.

We cannot tell whether its high or not.

Huh.

Thats something.

So, wait, how does it work? You put your hand on a stone and if it lights up then you are good to be a mage? I ask while laughing because it sounds a bit stupid and oversimplistic for a society that prides itself in magic.

Thats exactly how it works, Lucinda says flatly.

Once again, Huh.

How powerful is that stupidwhats the name? The Omnium Compendium? Is that it? I think so?

Anyway, how strong is that thing? How much knowledge am I currently wielding?

Oh, so no one knows what

Wait a second.

Oh, good God, Im an idiot.

It just came to me.

How could I ignore it?

I noticed that there are 23 Cantrips only. Is that number important? I ask offhandedly, trying to sound as casual as I can. The good thing is that they dont have a system, so she doesnt know that Im asking because thats my talent rank.

Did you expect that I would be interested in becoming an [Archmage]?

If I could, I would probably burn the goddamn spellbook! I mean, I would like to. I wouldnt, though. Its still fun to learn magic. Plus, the book would zap me to death if I tried to burn it or something.

Anyway, while I get some food from a stand on the street, I keep my casual conversation with Lucinda going.

As a short summary, we kissed, I got mugged, I told her boss wed kissed, she wanted me to disappear. The fact that we are back to casual conversation is a big, big point for me. If she had really closed the door on me for forever, I would have been done with her. Once you are cut off, theres no way back, sadly.

But Im getting good vibes so far. She clearly must like me a bit to put up with my stupidity. Man, I still want to punch myself for that thing with Captain Drusillus.

You bastard! You dare showing your cheating ass around?!

I look up to where the entrance to Happy Bakery is.

Clodia is being tackled by Flaminia and two other girls, while Amelia, Flavia and Camilla are all standing there.

Cheating?! Are you still going on with this madness?! We had already been done, you said!

And you didnt wait for a second before sleeping around, you lidulae-sucking tramp!

What?

Arent lidulae those the eggplants Lucinda cooked for me? Is that an insult?

What did you call me?! this time Camilla and Flavia had to pin down Amelia, who clearly felt like it was indeed a grave insult.

You slept with that flat-eared bastard behind my back, and you dare showing your dry-snout in front of me?! Im going to beat some manners into that flat ass of yours! Flaminia, let me go! Im going to kill her!

Camilla finally notices me while shes trying to stop Amelia from escalating the current shouting match into a full-fledged fight.

Im chomping on a weird fried stick, and I instantly see a malicious stare from the pink-blonde short Elf.

Is she still angry about me not wanting to work for the Three Roses? Well, its not like she can do much while shes holding Amelia, right?

Joey! You are finally here! Why dont you come and help us solve this moral quandary!

In an instant, everyone stares at me, and I can feel even Lucindas eyes prickling the back of my neck.

What the