The once-raging wind gradually subsided. Everyone present looked on with surprise, especially those standing in the row.
“How did she do it?”
“She actually managed to touch that gorilla’s fist.”
Scarlett heard the whispers around her.
Her eyes narrowed as she stared at Rosily’s slender figure. She couldn’t help but mutter to herself.
‘Does she still even need protection?’
Of course, she wasn’t just complaining.
She also remembered the person who had taught her her craft, who once told her that geniuses came in different types.
A genius who cultivated quickly was merely an ordinary genius.
One wrong step and they would fall from their pedestal, eventually fading into the crowd.
Most of those called “geniuses” were like that.
A true genius possessed far more than just the speed of Magic Power cultivation; they also possessed an understanding and comprehension that others could hardly imagine.
The more the waves of the world crashed against such people, the more they would shine.
That person had only seen such a genius once in his life.
‘Is she that kind of person?’
Scarlett watched Rosily for a moment before shifting her gaze to Estelle, who stood not far away.
Known as the Frost Flower, this young girl already possessed a Fourth Tier Mana cultivation at such a young age.
She was a textbook genius.
However, there shouldn’t be such a massive gap between the two sisters. Would she also be that kind of genius?
Estelle usually kept a low profile and didn’t interact much with others, making it difficult to gauge how powerful she truly was just by observing her.
The answer to the question would likely be revealed in time…
“Ahem!”
Suddenly, a dull cough interrupted everyone’s thoughts. Their eyes turned toward the muscular, bald man.
Tristan, the Martial Magic Instructor, hid the fist that had just collided with Rosily’s behind his back, proudly puffing out his pectoral muscles.
“Haha, not bad. To be able to touch the threshold of martial arts at such a young age… it seems this backwater place isn’t entirely devoid of talent.”
As he spoke, the elegant female Magic User behind him couldn’t help but feel a flash of astonishment in her heart when she looked at the fist Tristan held behind his back.
From her perspective, there were actually faint marks of injury on Tristan’s fist. Although the cuts were very slight, it was still hard for her to believe that Rosily could achieve such a feat.
Tristan cleared his throat again, intentionally this time.
The woman smiled and didn’t expose the fact that Tristan’s defense had been breached.
Rosily looked at the tattered sleeve on her arm and couldn’t help but furrow her brows, thinking to herself.
‘If I go back like this, will Mother give me a harsh scolding?’
‘Probably not…’
‘After all, Mother dotes on me!’
“He-Hello…”
A female voice sounded beside Rosily. She turned her head and saw a nun with gray hair and a somewhat thin, small build.
This Saint from the Goddess Church felt a strange sense of bashfulness when she met Rosily’s gaze. After hesitating for a moment, she finally gathered her courage to speak.
“Please, let me treat you!”
“Huh? No—”
Rosily was stunned for a moment.
Just as she was about to refuse, the nun grabbed her hand.
Soon, many warm and soft white spots of light slowly seeped into her arm.
Given her physical strength, the previous collision hadn’t actually caused her any substantial damage; in fact, it had no effect at all.
However, the white spots of light still gave Rosily a comfortable sensation.
It was like the first bite of a popsicle on a blistering day, or taking a bath after coming home exhausted.
While Rosily was enjoying it, the gray-haired nun slowly frowned because she felt something very strange when her Healing Magic was applied to Rosily.
At that moment, Rosily broke free from her hands, and the Healing Magic was terminated.
The gray-haired nun only then snapped back to her senses.
She discovered that Rosily was staring at her.
Moreover, their faces were very close, far closer than a normal distance should be.
Rosily leaned toward the nun, sniffing carefully with her nose. Then, she narrowed her eyes and said, “You have a familiar scent on you…”
She said it was familiar, yet Rosily couldn’t remember why.
The nun took a step back and turned her head away.
“I…”
“Sorry, everyone says I don’t have a good sense of personal space.” Rosily interrupted the nun and gave her a smile. “I’m Rosily. What’s your name?”
“Simona.”
Simona didn’t react quickly enough to the sudden change in topic.
On the other side, those who saw Rosily actually striking up a conversation with Simona were either speechless—if they knew her habits—or filled with admiration for her perceived defiance of Tristan.
Tristan watched Rosily and Simona engage in a friendly conversation.
Instead of the anger others expected, his gaze was filled with appreciation.
He appreciated Rosily’s personality, for one could not become truly strong without a distinct character.
However, formal instruction was about to begin.
He couldn’t let them talk forever.
Tristan said in a deep voice, “Alright, don’t be late next time. Get back to the line.”
Rosily pouted slightly upon hearing this.
“Oh.”
Simona, standing nearby, was a bit nervous.
After all, she had already treated several people today and was still quite afraid of Tristan, an instructor who didn’t seem to know his own strength.
Simona shifted her gaze from Tristan to Rosily and found that Rosily was smiling and waving at her.
She raised her hand and gave a tiny wave in front of her chest.
A familiar feeling…
It wasn’t just Rosily; Simona also felt a sense of familiarity toward Rosily, and she too had no idea where it originated.
Watching Rosily’s retreating back, Simona fell into deep thought.
After seeing Rosily, she felt an urge to be close to her. This wasn’t the craving of a hungry person seeing food, but a joy coming from the body’s near-instinct.
‘Is it like seeing a relative?’
‘No, how is that possible? How could she and I be related?’
Thinking of Rosily’s beauty, which was enough to make one feel inferior, Simona felt certain she wasn’t some long-lost sister.
“I am just an ordinary nun in the Goddess Cult Abbey and will serve the Merciful Goddess forever.”
Simona muttered to herself.
Then, she watched Rosily walk all the way to a brown-haired girl and begin whispering with her.
However, that brown-haired girl seemed full of resentment and even shot a glance in Simona’s direction.
Simona looked left and right; there was no one near her, so the brown-haired girl’s gaze was undoubtedly fixed on her.
This left Simona somewhat puzzled.
She stiffly straightened her posture, afraid she might bring shame to the Cathedral, and thought to herself.
‘I… did I do something?’
Rosily was already standing next to Elqi.
The two were almost shoulder to shoulder. She bent down, trying to see the expression on Elqi’s face, but Elqi kept dodging to avoid her gaze.
Rosily nagged tirelessly, “What is it, what is it… what’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong!”
Elqi was getting irritated. She felt very frustrated but didn’t know why… anyway, it was all Rosily’s fault!
Estelle stood quietly beside Rosily, completely indifferent to the commotion her sister was causing.
Tristan chose to ignore the girls’ bickering. This preferential treatment made some people quite dissatisfied. They were also one in ten thousand; why should Rosily be treated this way?
Why?
Because of strength, of course!
A few who were unconvinced suddenly felt as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on them after being swept by Tristan’s gaze.
They nearly knelt on the spot.
As the gaze moved away, that person finally let out a sigh of relief, but his clothes were already completely soaked through with sweat.
Tristan gave a light snort, folded his arms across his chest, and spoke.
“Let me introduce ourselves again. I am your Martial Magic Instructor. The woman beside me is your Magic Mentor, Samuel. From today onward, you will be taught by the two of us for a period of one month.”
The Magic Mentor, Lady Samuel, looked at the crowd with a beaming smile and said, “Henna fought for this opportunity for you. I hope you won’t bring shame to Red Pine City when the time comes.”
The opportunity she mentioned was the Grand Exam after the Harvest Festival.
However, unlike before, they would not be in Red Pine City this time, but in a place they wouldn’t expect.
As for where that place was, it hadn’t been made public yet.
According to the information that was available, they would be joining people from the Zephyr Empire, which was enough to make anyone feel the pressure.
Enya explained the purpose and operation of the Filling Machine to her employees.
They weren’t foolish women who only knew how to perform simple, repetitive tasks; they quickly understood their future work.
However, they still didn’t understand why Enya would give up on high-end Alchemy to make the lowest-grade restoration and curse-cleansing Potions.
How much money could that possibly make?
Enya didn’t answer them.
The consumer base for high-end, sophisticated items was always limited.
It wasn’t that top-tier Potions didn’t exist, but many were priceless and unavailable, only appearing when a specific demand arose.
Ascension Potions were one-time items; there was no need for a second purchase.
Enya looked at the currently empty workshop, and it was as if she could already see the future scene in her mind.
A smile appeared on her face.
She turned around and spoke to Julie, who was following behind her.
“Julie, didn’t you really want to learn Alchemy? Come be my apprentice.”
“Eh? Me? For real?”
Julie was startled by Enya’s words. ‘Madam Phil, you’re being too casual! I’m actually not quite prepared yet!’
Enya looked at the blushing, head-lowered Julie and placed her hands directly on the girl’s shoulders.
With a very serious expression, she continued, “Do you know why I poached you even if it meant snatching you away? Because from the first moment I saw you, I took a liking to you. Julie, quickly, become my apprentice!”
“Since it’s… it’s Madam Phil, I’m okay with it!”
Inwardly, Julie was screaming with excitement, but on the surface, she still looked incredibly shy.
Not far away, the two who were tinkering with the machine also opened their mouths wide in shock at the scene.
Madam Phil wanted to take Miss Julie as an apprentice?!
Enya’s face remained smiling throughout.
‘What a joke. I’ve already opened a shop and become a Boss. Why would I still do the manual labor myself?’
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