The two of them walked toward the carriage, and the butler gestured politely.
Enya responded with a courteous tone.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Not at all. Miss Phil and young Miss Rosily, please get in the carriage.”
The butler replied with proper etiquette.
This was a form of noble “social decorum.”
Enya had often seen Vivienne act like this.
Without changing her expression, she took Rosily’s hand and stepped into the carriage.
Once seated inside, Rosily couldn’t help but gaze out the window.
At this moment, there were only three people in the carriage: Enya, Rosily, and the maid who had just delivered their clothes.
The maid sat with her head bowed, silent.
The butler was seated outside with the coachman.
As the horses were urged forward, the familiar scenery began to fade from view.
A twinge of nervousness welled up in Rosily’s heart, and she instinctively tightened her grip on her mother’s hand.
Enya silently pulled Rosily into her arms.
Surrounded by the scent and softness of her mother, the girl’s anxiety eased slightly, and her tense posture began to relax.
Before long, the carriage came to a stop.
The butler’s voice rang out from outside; he had already dismounted.
“Ladies, we’ve arrived at our destination.”
Enya glanced at Rosily and happened to meet the girl’s orange-red eyes.
Enya’s gaze was as gentle as water.
Rosily looked away with a hint of reluctance, and then slowly stood up.
Seeing Rosily start to move, Enya finally responded to the butler’s earlier words.
“All right.”
Once they stepped out of the carriage, their eyes fell on a beautifully constructed square plaza.
The ground was paved with evenly cut gray-white stone slabs, each one identical in size.
The greenery on either side had clearly been meticulously maintained.
The uniform shape and color of the plants visually emphasized the beauty of symmetry.
About a hundred meters ahead stood a wide staircase, and at the top of its dozen or so steps, a grand double-door gate stood open—wide enough for two carriages to pass side by side.
The ivory-white doorposts were intricately carved with a beautiful motif of thorns and roses.
The rose was part of the Assadis family crest—Enya still remembered that.
She had been here before…
Back then, Enya was still a young girl.
She had just left Vivienne’s side and arrived alone in Redpine City, having already been through quite a lot on her journey.
After arriving, she heard about the continent’s most prestigious academy—Tarlond Academy—also known as the Holy City of Knowledge, a place countless people dreamed of attending.
Those who studied there were the brightest geniuses from across the lands.
Every year, Redpine City held a competition to issue three letters of recommendation for admission.
Winning one of those letters granted entry to the academy.
For Enya, who was desperate for power at the time, how could she let such an opportunity slip away?
And so she enrolled in Redpine’s magic school.
Disguised, she entered the competition and gave it her all—ultimately winning first place.
Yet, the city lord at the time refused to recognize her as the legitimate winner.
Caught in a web of schemes and betrayal, Enya fled to the northern mountains, where she fought a guerrilla war against her pursuers.
At the time, she was only Tier 3 in strength, yet she managed to kill a Tier 5 opponent.
Tier 5…
Enya couldn’t help but chuckle.
Even now, without being at her peak, she could still kill a Tier 5 with a snap of her fingers.
But back then… that experience had truly pushed her to the edge of despair.
“Miss Phil?”
The butler’s voice pulled Enya out of her thoughts.
She turned to look at him and replied, “Mm, let’s continue.”
“Please follow me.”
The butler led the way.
Enya walked slowly while holding Rosily’s hand.
Though their strides differed in length, their pace remained in sync.
Under the butler’s guidance, Enya met a female instructor.
After entrusting Rosily to her care, it was time to part ways with her daughter.
At that moment, the butler interjected.
“Miss Phil, please rest assured. We’ll arrange for someone to pick her up and drop her off daily.”
“Ah…”
Hearing that Henna had even arranged transportation, Enya was somewhat surprised.
But she didn’t show any emotion on her face.
She simply nodded and smiled faintly.
“Please thank her for me. That’s very considerate of her.”
“Certainly, ma’am.”
The butler smiled and took a respectful step back.
The female teacher remained silent, her eyes carrying a hint of nervousness.
Rosily clutched the hem of her skirt tightly.
She knew she would soon have to part from her mother—even if only for a single afternoon, it still made her uneasy.
Enya gave her daughter a warm smile and said:
“Little Rosily, I’ll see you tonight. You’ll have to tell me all about your day at school, okay?”
“Okay.”
The girl nodded firmly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her restless heart.
She watched as her mother waved and turned to leave.
She resisted the urge to run up and hug her.
Only after Enya disappeared from view did Rosily finally exhale the breath she’d been holding.
Only then did the female teacher speak to Rosily.
“Miss Rosily, I’ll take you to your class. They’re in the middle of a lesson right now. When we get there, you’ll need to introduce yourself so everyone can get to know you.”
“All right.”
Now that her mother had left, Rosily completely put away her childlike innocence.
She responded to the teacher calmly, no longer resembling the soft, spoiled little girl who had clung to Enya earlier.
In that moment, she had transformed into a composed young lady.
Led by the teacher, Rosily walked past several classrooms and eventually arrived at the entrance to a spacious hall.
As the teacher pushed the door open, Rosily stepped onto the podium and faced a class of fewer than thirty boys and girls, all watching her.
She lifted the hem of her skirt, curtsied gracefully, and confidently introduced herself.
“My name is Rosily Clorcy…”
…
Elsewhere, Enya had been returned by carriage.
She stepped through the door and, after closing it, leaned against it.
Without her daughter around, even this small house felt cold and empty.
A creeping loneliness began to well up in her heart.
Enya was truly worried about Rosily, but children had to grow up eventually—even though she would have loved to keep Rosily in her arms forever.
She wouldn’t have minded if her daughter never grew up at all!
Still, Enya wanted to support Rosily in having her own thoughts and choices.
So while she remained concerned, she didn’t interfere too much.
She walked into the study and stepped into the center of the magic circle.
Kneeling down slowly, she summoned the corona of light and allowed her consciousness to sink into that other space.
It was time for Enya to get back to her real business—her grand journey of retraining and cultivation!
As soon as she arrived in the “library,” she saw Pandrak lounging on a chair, leisurely reading a book.
The faceless maids were still tidying up the space around him.
The corner of Enya’s mouth twitched involuntarily.
This guy really treats this place like his own home, huh?
With puffed-up cheeks, she marched over and yanked the book right out of his hands.
“All right, let’s get started.”
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Little Rosily finally goes to school huhu🤧