“Miss Lifa, thank you for accepting my invitation as well.”
Rosalyn did not leave Lifa out.
Being exceptionally clever, she could naturally see that Lifa’s attitude toward her was not friendly, but she still stepped forward to greet her with appropriate language and etiquette.
“Um…”
Facing someone like Rosalyn—a future Countess offering such a friendly greeting—Lifa felt embarrassed to keep her emotions on her face.
Especially when she considered how important Rosalyn’s help was to her teacher.
“Lady Rosalyn, Lifa was the one being rude just now.”
Lifa performed an adventurer’s greeting. Although she was not as emotional as before, she immediately leaned against Ron’s side after speaking, asserting her claim.
“It does not matter. Actually, I also long for the free and unrestrained life of an adventurer.”
Rosalyn’s words were directed at Lifa, but her pale pink eyes remained on Ron with a shimmering smile.
“Enid…”
“Rosalyn~”
Ron, who was about to speak, was immediately corrected by Rosalyn.
“Yes, Rosalyn…”
“Rosalyn~”
Ron understood now. Rosalyn wanted him to drop the title as well.
But when he wanted to speak a third time, he could clearly feel that Lifa, who was clutching his arm, had suddenly applied all the strength of a Level 40 female swordsman.
It was a warning.
‘It’s going to break, Lifa.’
Ron looked innocently at the girl pressed against him. Lifa noticed and gave a soft hum before letting go.
“Rosalyn, is there something you needed from Lifa and me today?”
Ron glanced at the documents on the stone table in the center of the gazebo and tentatively offered a guess.
“Is there a problem with the patrol route I planned for you?”
“Not at all. Your improvements were excellent. These documents are about the city magistrate asking how to deploy the surplus soldiers.”
Rosalyn shook her head, walked to the stone table, and picked up the documents to set them aside.
“Then that is?”
Ron noticed a cylindrical mithril container on the table.
“The recommendation letter you asked for.”
Rosalyn presented the pipe-like object with both hands. As she drew closer, Ron’s expression quickly turned to one of surprise.
“Is this a container for mail transport magic?”
“Yes. As expected, you are very well-informed.”
Rosalyn nodded obediently, gesturing for Ron to open the container.
“This must have cost you a lot, Enaid—”
“Rosalyn~”
“Sorry, Rosalyn.”
Changing his form of address was quite difficult in such a short time, but every time Ron made a mistake, the girl with the pink bob-cut would correct him immediately.
“Teacher, what is mail transport magic?”
Lifa, whose anger meter had been steadily rising on the side, finally could not help but speak up. It was both a question and an attempt to interrupt the conversation between Ron and Rosalyn.
“Well, it is the fastest and most expensive method of transportation.”
Ron opened the container. Seeing it held a decrypted letter, he began explaining to Lifa while he read.
“I told you before, Lifa, that the most profound parts of the magic system are those involving time and space magic. Even the most basic spell from these two branches is something many mages cannot master in their entire lives.”
Ron spoke with appropriate detail about the knowledge regarding mail transport magic.
The prerequisite for using this magic was that both the sender and receiver had to master extremely difficult transport formulas.
Furthermore, it required expensive magic equipment and materials to transport specific items.
“This enchanted mithril cylinder actually acts as an envelope. But just this envelope alone, the price…”
Ron was not entirely omniscient regarding these specific details, so he eventually gave a vague reference.
“It could probably buy a piece of land the size of five of our previous villages.”
*Clap, clap, clap, clap.*
Amidst Lifa’s deafening silence, Rosalyn applauded with a look of admiration.
“I didn’t expect you to have such deep research into magic theory and related knowledge. Even in the Royal Capital of Falosha, very few people know these things.”
Rosalyn walked up to Ron. Her blinking pink eyes were very lively and cute, but Ron acted as if he did not see them, his gaze fixed straight on the signature at the bottom of the recommendation letter.
“Teacher, is something wrong with the letter?”
Lifa, who had somehow regained her spirit, leaned in. Then, noticing Rosalyn standing right there, she pulled Ron back a bit.
“It’s nothing.”
Ron rolled the recommendation letter back up. His next tone was more serious than ever before.
“Rosalyn, what do you want from me?”
The pink-haired girl in front of him seemed as sweet as a girl next door, but Ron felt that if even Lifa could see through her, there was no need for him to pretend to be ignorant.
“Hehe~ What do I want?”
Rosalyn pressed one hand against the hem of her dress as it caught the evening breeze, appearing as if she were completely unprepared for Ron’s question and only just starting to think about it.
“Hmm… I’ve got it!”
A moment later, Rosalyn took a light step, closing the distance Lifa had just pulled Ron away from.
“Can I have your name? Your true name.”
Rosalyn clasped her hands together, as serious and devout as a young girl praying to a god.
“Ron.”
Ron gave his name bluntly and decisively. Beside him, Lifa’s face instantly flushed red.
‘Teacher tells me every single day not to tell anyone any information related to him, but then he just—’
In a rare move, Lifa took the initiative to leave Ron’s side. With a huff, she ran off to look at the various plants in the garden.
“Lifa is gone. I think we can talk business now…”
Ron sighed somewhat helplessly. The person in front of him was truly someone who fit the sweet exterior but dark interior trope, from her hair color to her eye color.
“Miss Enaid.”
“Hehe~ Mr. Ron, you really are interesting. So the fake name you registered at the adventurer’s guild only had a slight difference in pronunciation?”
This time, Rosalyn did not correct Ron’s way of addressing her. Instead, she guided him to sit opposite her at the stone table in the center of the gazebo.
“Actually, it wouldn’t have been a problem if I registered using ‘Ron.’ It’s just a habit.”
Ron wanted to get to the main point quickly, having no desire to look deeply into why Rosalyn was so well-informed about the adventurer data he had just registered not long ago.
“Just like the mask on your face? Does that mean it’s also okay to ask Mr. Ron to take off his mask?”
Rosalyn rested her arms on the edge of the stone table, leaning in with curiosity sparkling in her pink eyes.
“Fine. Once you’ve seen, we’ll get to business.”
Ron casually pulled off the mask. At the same time, he grumbled in his heart about the girl in front of him, who asked others to remove their disguises while she remained thoroughly enjoying her own.
“Wow… I didn’t expect Mr. Ron to be so handsome!”
Rosalyn’s volume increased by more than just a little. It was not just an expression of surprise; it was loud enough for Lifa, who was squatting in the garden, to hear clearly.
“Miss Enaid, the main point.”
“Hehe~”
Rosalyn finally stopped there. She lazily propped her chin up on the stone table, looking like a cat that had just woken up.
“Mr. Ron~ You want to enroll in the Farossa Royal Academy with Miss Lifa. I’ve already settled the recommendation letter for you~”
“Beyond that, I will foot the bill for both of your accommodations and all basic expenses in the royal capital.”
‘Rich woman, I’m hungry, feed me.’
Ron imagined a scene where he clung to Rosalyn’s leg and shouted that. But back in reality, especially knowing that the girl sitting in front of him was not some innocent little flower, he only asked cautiously.
“The conditions?”
Rosalyn smiled as purely and gently as when they first met. Before giving her answer, she glanced at Lifa, who was nearby and listening with full concentration.
“Mr. Ron.”
“I, want you.”
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