"Miss Linka, don't joke around. Getting close to the magic tower... even those people who crossed the Hatak Plains to save time despite not caring about their lives wouldn't dare mention such a thing."
Silently walking behind her young mistress, the young maid stretched out her pale fingers to straighten the disheveled long hair of the girl called Miss Linka. With a gentle smile, she could not help speaking in a deliberately mature tone, her words filled with rationality.
Although she knew the troubled girl certainly did not want to hear such boring things from her, as her "personal maid," wasn't it necessary for her to correct some of her mistress's misguided ideas?
Thus, after patiently fastening her young mistress's chestnut hair with a white jade hairpin, the gentle maid ignored the girl's faintly complaining gaze and continued explaining patiently:
"Well, there are many legends about the Archmage known as Whisper of Destruction. After all, they say that magic tower has existed ever since the Hatak Plains came into being. But as for how powerful a Legendary powerhouse truly is... I only heard old Mr. Orok, who taught Miss Professor's geography class, mention that people studied the tectonic structure around the Hatak Plains long ago. They discovered that vast stretches of terrain radiating outward from the plains bore obvious, unnatural signs of fractures. Those were probably rifts created by powerful spells, so perhaps terrifying Legendary powerhouses really could easily destroy nations with a wave of their hands... All right, your hair is done. Don't mess it up again."
Having smoothed every strand of the noble girl's hair, the maid named Anna looked at Linka with the tender affection of an older sister watching over her younger sister. She knew how uncomfortable this "nobly dignified" hairstyle was, but there was no