Archmage
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"Madam, does it not suit your taste?"
Startled. Cynthia flinched and put down the cup she was holding in her hand.
"Ahem, no the tea was delicious."
"i am glad" beatrice replied with a smile that may look refreshing but to cynthia it was a smile where she always wore and was tired of it.
"And for your question no need to repay i helped you because you just happend to be in that house"
Cynthia said and continued but the following words made beatrice flinched "I know what you are asking and my answer is yes, you have a talent for magic since you have a great amount of mana but it looks like you cant balanced it"
Beatrice finished drinking her tea and open her palms.
Swish.
There was dust in her palm no actually it was mana. Golden mana formed into a circle on beatrice palm.
"I can do basics but from what i know there are still more than just basics."
Beatrice had said with the same no emotion tone and closed her hands.
The archmage observing the mana that was shown by an 8 year old girl and then thoughted
Her mana is quite powerful despite being a royal, from what iv'e known the royal family are weak against magic thats why they chose swords but they dont actually fight, They're really useless and only put other people work. But this kid is different and from what i see looking in her eyes the first day we meet she was fearless and has an aura that can trample anyone who gets in her way.
Is what cynthia was thinking but snapped out of it by the princess,no beatrice question.
"I will decide what i teach you all you have to do is learn. I have one rule and thats if i say stop you stop as well as if i say do it then do it, i dont like children
Who dont follow so keep that in mind."
Cynthia said as she got up from her seat and walk toward the door but stopped before closing and gave a reminder "will start tommorrow so rest all you can and dont even bother sneaking"
Bam.The door was closed and beatrice stared at the door for a moment then grabbed the cups and washed them also cleaned the whole room.
Shiny.
The room that was full of cobwebs and dust was now shining that even a fly will slip if they run.
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