A few days later, in the early morning…
Luzia sat in the estate library, setting her quill down with a sigh. She had finished writing for the day. Sir Gregorio, standing nearby, picked up the parchment and scanned it.
"Your handwriting is improving," he noted with approval.
Luzia nodded but remained silent, her mind elsewhere. What did that memory mean? She knew Luzia had loved Ignacio, but the novel never mentioned if he loved her back. Then again, relying on the novel seems pointless now. I should focus on these fleeting memory fragments instead.
Gregorio's keen eyes studied her face. "Something troubling you, Lady Luzia?"
"Nothing, Sir Gregorio," she replied, masking her unease.
Gregorio didn't press further. Instead, he shifted gears. "If that's the case, let's proceed. We'll begin mana training—but yours is… unique."
Luzia arched an eyebrow. "I thought you said I didn't need to learn magic yet?"
