The Lord's Mansion at the center of Roland Town was the only building in town that could rival the Adventurer's Guild—and it was even more luxurious.
Baron Lar, the lord of Roland Town, had been born into a noble family and possessed considerable wealth. After displaying decent magical talent, he had also earned Viscountess Lawrence's favor and become her prospective son-in-law. Naturally, someone like him would not cut corners when building his own Lord's Mansion. It was said that this mansion alone had cost tens of thousands of Gold Coins to construct!
It was morning. Baron Lar was not studying magic as usual, nor was he reclining leisurely in a lounge chair and enjoying the ministrations of a maid's massage.
The lord, who usually wore an aristocratic air and seemed to look down on everyone through his nostrils, now had a somewhat ingratiating smile on his face as he stood stiffly beside his fiancée.
His noble-born, habitually arrogant fiancée—Eunice Lawrence—was also smiling in what she believed to be a friendly manner as she nodded in greeting to the distinguished guest before her.
The visitor wore a long purple Mage's robe and a broad-brimmed hat. She strolled into the reception room with ease and glanced at the pair before her.
"You're Caroline's daughter?"
There was little respect for the viscountess in her tone. It was not because of an arrogant disposition, but because she truly had the standing to speak that way.
As a magical genius seen only once in a century in the kingdom, Flora had become an instructor at Doria Kingdom National Magic Academy—Saint Anthony Academy of Magic—at the age of just twenty-one.
Her teacher was none other than the academy's vice principal, Elvis, one of the kingdom's few Transcendent Grade Mages and a great Mage who had already