Feeling a large hand ruffling her hair, Rebecca was suddenly a little dazed.
Her first reaction was that she had misheard. Her second was that her ancestor had misspoken. Her third... was to take it as comfort.
It couldn't possibly be sarcasm, could it?
The young Viscountess, who had never accomplished much since childhood, had never imagined she would truly be praised even once.
Seeing Rebecca's reaction, Gawain repeated what he had just said, then smiled. "Don't just stand there. I mean it—I'm sincerely praising you. You probably don't even realize how astonishing your talent is."
"Really?" Rebecca said blankly, then blinked a little sheepishly. "But these are just little tricks... They're usually completely useless."
Such outstanding talent had actually been dismissed as a little trick... Gawain was at a loss for words.
Rebecca had been born a little too early, but fortunately, Gawain had not arrived too late. Her talents still had a chance to be put to use.
Gawain carefully examined the Magic Array Rebecca had adjusted. Though he was a knight, the Gawain Cecil of old had been half a scholar and was quite knowledgeable in magical theory. Moreover, the Gondor Empire had been a nation where Magic Technology was exceptionally advanced, and the fundamentals of magic had been widely taught. Therefore, this array, assembled merely from basic runes, was not difficult for Gawain to understand. After studying it closely, he confirmed that Rebecca's modifications to the runes were entirely reasonable. This array had gone from a crude conceptual creation to a "prototype" that fully met his expectations and could lay the groundwork for later applications. If they wanted to refine it further, they could only wait for practical testing.
Gawain raised only one question. "Have you considered expanding it further?"
"Expanding it further?" Rebecca froze. "How?