After having dinner with the sisters Darrie and Daisy, Daisy began to pester Lane again, asking him to teach her water magic.
Lane was about to agree, but Darrie couldn't stand it anymore and directly dragged Daisy away to start washing the dishes.
Lane looked around and found that his work for today was almost done here, so he yawned and returned to his room.
Back in the room for the butler, Lane lay on the bed in the room. Although Old Lamb had passed away here during the day, Lane didn't have any reservations in his heart.
Even sleeping on the shattered bodies of his comrades was common for Lane.
Lane was quite satisfied with his work as a butler today.
Just taking care of children, with the help of the two maids for the chores and trivial matters, it wasn't tiring at all.
Just right, due to his duties as a knight, Lane had been disconnected from society for a full ten years. If he were suddenly asked to return to the city and survive independently now, even with the addition of the transmigrator's memories, Lane might have difficulty finding a place to stay for a while.
Lying on the bed, Lane listened carefully to the subtle movements in the quiet outside and slowly closed his eyes.
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At nightfall, the door of Nanali's boudoir was slowly opened, and Nanali's petite figure sneaked through the darkness and finally reached the dining table.
Slowly pulling out the chair, Nanali sat on it without making the slightest noise throughout the process.
Looking at the spacious surroundings, Nanali let out a gentle breath and stretched out her right hand. Her azure blue eyes glimmered faintly under the refraction of the moonlight.
"Through the veins, feel..."
Muttering softly, Nanali recited a spell in her heart.
The next moment, Nanali felt something being absorbed into her body, then wandering inside her body, passing through strands of warm current.
Then, a shallow yellow halo suddenly emanated from Nanali's hand, and a cluster of flames flickering in the darkness appeared on her hand.
The flames were very small, desperately resisting the encroaching darkness, as if it would dissipate and extinguish in the next moment.
But even so, a look of joy appeared on Nanali's face.
Unfortunately, after a short while, the flame still failed to resist the devouring of the darkness and vanished without a trace. "...Still, it failed."
The joy on Nanali's little face also faded away as the flame dissipated.
Next, Nanali tried to cast the magic of summoning flames several more times, but all ended in failure in the end.
Finally, Nanali gave up after all. In the silent and dark environment, Nanali lowered her head and looked at the tabletop, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Miss, who taught you your magic? Was it a teacher from Alcott College?"
Just then, a voice came from the side.
Nanali was startled, raised her head abruptly, and turned to look in the direction the voice came from, like a frightened kitten.
Seeing Lane standing not far beside her, looking at her with a smile.
Seeing Lane, Nanali pursed her lips slightly and said with a blushing face, "You... When did you..."
It could be heard that Nanali's tone was somewhat flustered.
Come to think of it, after all, choosing a dead silent night and practicing magic here without making any noise. It seemed that she didn't want anyone to see her no matter what.
Lane pinched his chin and said:
"I was here during the young lady's third-to-last attempt at magic. Did I scare you? I'm truly sorry."
After staring at Lane for a moment, Nanali's emotions finally calmed down and her tone regained its coldness:
"As you can see, I was just practicing magic. It has nothing to do with you. I hope you can forget everything you just saw."
It seemed that his young lady was still a little arrogant. As for the coldness in Nanali's tone, Lane found that this coldness was more like a disguise, as if deliberately covering something up to keep others at a distance.
But this deliberate cover-up by Nanali was still a little too clumsy.
Lane didn't respond to Nanali's obvious intention to drive him away. Instead, he silently raised his hand.
Just when Nanali was looking at Lane's raised palm in confusion, a blazing flame suddenly appeared on Lane's palm.
The flame was obviously much brighter than the cluster of flames summoned by Nanali, dispelling a large area of darkness, and its shape was also reflected in Nanali's pupils.
"Regarding this kind of magic, I actually know a little about it. Maybe, I can help the young lady."
Lane said with a faint smile, while paying attention to the change in Nanali's expression.
Nanali stared at the flame in Lane's hand for a moment, then opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but swallowed it back with a blushing face.
After a moment, Nanali whispered as soft as a mosquito: "Rowling..."
"Rowling?"
Lane was somewhat puzzled.
"My magic teacher, Rowling Winzer, is a well-known magician in Art City..."
Nanali lowered her head and said awkwardly. If Lane looked closely, he would find that Nanali's face was so red that it could bleed at this moment.
This sentence from Nanali also answered Lane's initial question and at the same time indicated her acceptance of Lane's help.
After all, if she directly begged Lane to teach her magic, Nanali really couldn't bring herself to say it, whether it was because she had just driven Lane away or because of her own personality. Does my young lady seem a little bit tsundere?
It seemed that Lane had discovered something remarkable in Nanali.
As for the magician mentioned by Nanali, in fact, when Lane saw the process of Nanali casting magic, he could tell that there was a problem with the magician's teaching method.
Everyone's magical aptitude is different, so the same way of casting magic cannot be applied to everyone.
Nanali had magical aptitude, but that magician obviously guided all the students in the same way, and this guiding method just didn't work for Nanali.
Logically speaking, if this magician has always used this method, then there should be quite a few children like Nanali.
To confirm, Lane asked, "Among the students of that magician, approximately how many students couldn't learn magic?"
"Two-thirds, I guess."
Nanali replied. Compared to before, Nanali was obviously much more cooperative.
It could be seen that Nanali really wanted to learn magic.
In this case, it could also be determined that it was the magician's problem.
However, even so, one-third of the students were able to cast magic. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be so many.
It was estimated that among these students, there were also many geniuses who learned magic through self-study and had quite outstanding talents.