The Noble Lady Without Magic Aims to Become an Adventurer! - Chapter 62

Father returned home four days later, looking utterly drained. Well, it couldn’t be helped.

Apparently, word of the incident had already spread among the tea party ladies, becoming a topic of gossip in the royal palace. Father had been running himself ragged trying to manage the fallout.

To think rumors could spread so quickly in such a short time—it was a testament to the tea party ladies’ vast influence.
Father mentioned that His Majesty and the Queen were taking steps to ensure the situation was resolved swiftly, with my future in mind.

Mother, lacking any awareness of her involvement in human trafficking and with the act remaining an attempt rather than a success, was spared from imprisonment. However, she was now branded as a “foolish and gullible former Marchioness” and had become the subject of gossip.

At the Viscountcy, my grandparents were appalled by her actions and promptly sent her to a small village convent on the outskirts of their estate.

The convent was populated mainly by those without magic, and Mother, who had always looked down on those without magical power, now found herself ostracized and out of place. She was also struggling to adapt to life outside the comforts of noble society and had been sending letters to Father and my grandparents complaining about her situation.

This was a prime example of reaping what one sows.

When Father divorced Mother, he presented Sara with several options:

1. Stay with relatives and help out until the academy term started.

2. Return to the Viscountcy with Mother.

3. Enter the convent.

4. Marry immediately.

Given that Sara had been reprimanded directly by the Prince, returning to the academy would feel like walking on a bed of nails.

It wouldn’t be surprising if Father decided to marry her off to a noble outside the capital instead of sending her back to the academy.

Reports from our relatives mentioned that when Sara first arrived to assist as an apprentice, she was constantly complaining and was deemed unfit for work. However, over time, she started helping out, albeit reluctantly.

Her personality hadn’t changed much, and the relatives advised not to expect too much from her. Sara reportedly refused to return to the Viscountcy with Mother, stating she wanted to stay and continue helping the relatives.

As for Tera, under Reco’s guidance, she had been dedicating herself to training from morning till night. Initially, she cried and refused to move, but now, even though still tearful at times, she managed to push through and make some progress.

It was said that Tera had begun to regain her childlike innocence thanks to the kindness of Violeta and Hubert. She had also grown close to the villagers and was diligently studying and training to fulfill her role as a future lord. With Hubert and the others supporting her, I believed she would be fine.
Fars and I, meanwhile, moved out of the dormitory and began commuting to the academy from the estate.

Senior Arnold and Senior Yele, during the magic tournament, were reportedly swamped with attention from experts in their respective fields. Both sent letters complaining about the tediousness of explaining their work repeatedly.

After the tournament, they attended their graduation ceremony and party together, chatting briefly with classmates before heading home.

The day after the party, they were busy cleaning up their research spaces and moving into the royal palace’s residence for unmarried nobles. Unlike student dormitories, this residence offered more spacious and comfortable accommodations, with fewer restrictions. They were particularly pleased about not being scolded for late nights.

In my second year, one notable change was Fars joining the knights’ club, taking steady steps toward his dream. His routine involved working as my attendant in the morning, attending classes, training with the club, and returning to the estate to resume his duties as my attendant.

As for me, my daily schedule included morning classes followed by trips to the royal palace to train under Senior Yele.
According to Senior Yele, “Sword training is important, but Marloa, your increased magic reserves mean magic training is equally necessary. It’s also for your safety—without magic, you’re more vulnerable to attacks from noble heirs. This is by order of His Majesty.”

Thus, Senior Yele was conducting secret training sessions for me. Occasionally, Senior Arnold would drop by when he needed a break from research, joining in for sparring sessions that combined swordplay and magic.

Officially, I was assisting the seniors, according to what we told Father. For safety, I was transported to and from the royal palace in the Marquisate’s carriage. Father, ever concerned about my safety, insisted that a girl shouldn’t walk alone. Both seniors agreed wholeheartedly.

Weekdays were busy, and on weekends, Fars and I focused on raising our guild ranks.

One evening, as Fars brewed tea, he asked, “Marloa, the midterm tests and the combat tournament are coming up. What’s your plan?”

“The tests are going fine,” I replied. “Senior Yele has been helping me prepare, saying, ‘You must have exams soon.’ As for the tournament, I’ve heard I’m entitled to a seeded position, but I was told it’s optional. In fact, Senior Yele advised against participating. I’m not interested in duels anyway. But you’re participating, right, Fars?”

I motioned for him to sit on the sofa. Pouring himself some tea, he settled across from me and sipped elegantly.

“The knights’ club requires anyone aiming to join the knight’s order to participate. I’m aiming for victory this time. But why were you told not to join?”

“My guess is that the royal family wants to keep my abilities under wraps. People underestimate me because I’m a woman and supposedly powerless. They might want to preserve that image to make me a hidden weapon for the Prince.

Besides, as a woman, I can stay close to the Crown Princess or Lady Eleanor during future balls. We’ve already been asked to act as their guards for the next ball season, haven’t we?”
“That’s true. Even though things are more peaceful now, we’ve occasionally been assigned to guard His Highness and his entourage. But you’re still planning to become an adventurer, right?”

“Of course. I have no intention of defying the royal family and will cooperate where I can. But my dream is to travel with Professor Levine as an adventurer after graduation. Once I leave the capital, I won’t be available to help them.”

“Fair enough,” Fars said with a laugh, finishing his tea in one gulp before standing.

“Alright, time to hit the books. I’ll come to wake you tomorrow morning, my lady.”

“Yes, as always, please.”

After studying, I retired to bed.

When I arrived at the royal palace after class the next day, Senior Arnold was already waiting with Senior Yele.

“Good day, Senior Arnold. What brings you here today?”

“Yele called me over. What’s going on, Yele?”

With a serious expression, Senior Yele motioned for us to sit on the sofa. This could only mean he had brought us troublesome news. Senior Arnold seemed to realize this as well, his brow already furrowing.

“Well, to be honest, I wanted Fars here too, but… here’s the reason I called you. Come hunting with me?”

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