"If she mastered these skills without ever coming into contact with magecraft, then that would be truly terrifying. If it were anyone other than me, they would probably recommend a Sealing Designation."
The other party's magical energy was strange—faint yet present, and extremely similar in feel to the magical energy of the Great Source. If Lord El-Melloi II had not carefully distinguished that this magical energy came from her herself, even he would have found it difficult to notice.
Perhaps that was why she had never been exposed until now?
"What is your purpose?" Lord El-Melloi II asked.
"Traveling~" Irena said, averting her gaze as she spoke.
Lord El-Melloi II: "???"
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
She was hiding something.
What? What could it be?
"No, I shouldn't be thinking like a mage!"
She was an "outsider," so he should look at this from an ordinary person's perspective.
"You... aren't British, are you?"
Irena immediately froze.
He had guessed right.
"You... don't have a visa, do you? No, did you sneak into the country?"
"Uh—well—when I came here, nobody told me I needed some kind of visa."
As Irena spoke, her gaze darted around the area.
So there really was a problem.
This girl had probably learned this novel "magic," then run around like a witch from a fairy tale. No one in the real world wore such a strange witch's hat.
"Your current situation is very dangerous," Lord El-Melloi II said.
"Mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm." Irena nodded.
But her absent-minded expression made Lord El-Melloi II feel as though she had mistaken him for a con artist.
"I'm telling the truth."
"You really didn't lie to me."
"..."
Why was talking to this person so exhausting?
"What is the purpose of your travels? Some kind of... trial?"
No, no, no. He