Chapter 28: Cheers and Incidents
It seems that the entertainment using summoning magic was more touching to the nobles than Finne had imagined.
Everyone was so impressed that it was surprising, and she was confused by the unexpected reaction.
(But if I didn’t do something like that, I wouldn’t have been able to keep up with everyone’s amazing entertainment. Let’s just say it’s all good since I avoided a major disaster.)
She breathed a sigh of relief after surviving an emergency situation that could have become a black mark in history.
Since she wasn’t good at standing out, Finne was looking for a less popular place where she could calm down when a man she didn’t know grabbed her arm.
“Excuse me, that magic earlier was amazing! Where did you learn such a magic formula?”
He had an excited expression and flushed cheeks.
He smelled strongly of alcohol.
“I really want you to teach me magic next time. I’m from the Count family, who are lords in the Meister territory——.”
He spoke rapidly, almost like he was rushing.
Perhaps he couldn’t control himself because he had been drinking.
(As is often the case with people who love magic. . .but still!)
Although she could sympathize with him, it wasn’t a good situation for her as the next Duchess to have her hand held by someone else.
She had come here to enhance the reputation of the Creutzfeldt family, and it would be counterproductive if strange rumors were spread.
(I have to refuse in a smart way!)
She was excited to have a chance to show off and think about how to refuse him.
However, the problem was that Finne had hardly interacted with people outside, so she lacked surprising social skills.
(I can’t think of anything. . .what do people usually say in this situation. . .?!)
At that moment of confusion, the familiar profile appeared before Finne.
“Please stop troubling my wife.”
“Z-Zion-sama. . .!”
The man’s voice trembled.
It was then that he realized, perhaps due to the alcohol, that he had lost control of himself.
“I-I’m terribly sorry. Excuse me.”
The man quickly left.
Finne looked up at her husband’s large back, who had intervened.
(How cool and smart! It’s like a romance novel!)
She admired the people in the city.
(If I were the protagonist of a romance novel, I would have fallen in love for sure. I’m glad this is reality and not a novel!)
That was a close call.
She praised herself for being able to distinguish between fiction and reality in her mind and thanked her husband.
“Thank you for helping me. The power of the city is amazing!”
“The power of the city?”
“I have to learn from it too.”
As someone who grew up in the countryside, Finne found urban things even more beautiful.
Looking at her with an admiring gaze, wanting to become someone as cool, stylish, and elegant as him, her husband asked,
“What was that magic earlier?”
“It’s my special party trick that I can perform anywhere without feeling embarrassed!”
She puffed out her chest proudly.
“A party trick. . .that was. . .?”
“Yes. I thought I did well personally.”
Looking up at her husband’s face, Finne said,
“Did you not like it? Please tell me if there is anything I can improve on. Next time, I’ll show you an even better performance.”
“What’s with that high consciousness about magic. . .”
“As someone who loves magic, I can’t aim for anything less than perfection even in party tricks.”
“. . .The Creutzfeldt family is also known as a prestigious family that has produced excellent ice magic users for generations.”
Her husband said in an emotionless voice.
“How many Magicians do you think were able to use a summoning magic of that scale in the long history that has lasted for hundreds of years?”
“About ten people?”
“No one.”
A chill ran down her spine.
She may have gone too far. At least, she had done something that couldn’t be overlooked by this person, who was one of the kingdom’s leading genius Wizards.
“Answer me. How far have you gone——.”
At that moment, a very urgent voice shook my eardrums.
“Zion-sama! I have something urgent to tell you.”
It was the attendant who was accompanying them.
After hesitating, Zion listened to his whisper and opened his eyes slightly.
He looked like he had been shot.
She could sense that something bad was happening.
“I’m sorry. I have to go back to the mansion right away.”
“What happened?”
Zion hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“My father was attacked. He’s unconscious after being attacked by my grandfather’s accomplice.”
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