Who Said I Was a Mage

Chapter 50: Who Said I Was a Mage?

Miracle

Linton had never associated the word with himself. Death, in any form, was something the world shunned, while miracles were a synonym for all things good.

As for him, walking on the street, he couldn't say he was universally hated, but he was certainly disliked by all. How could he even dare to think of such a thing?

He hadn't expected this mysterious Miss Vera to think so highly of him.

Although Vera seemed surprised by the composition of Linton's power, she hadn't forgotten the purpose of his visit.

After analyzing Linton's characteristics, she pondered for a moment and continued, "Sir, do you have any ideas about the spell you wish to create?"

Linton nodded. "I want to master a secret technique that can enhance myself or weaken my opponent in a short period of time."

"Enhancement and weakening," Vera mused. "Generally, secret techniques that grant power far beyond one's limits in a short time involve overdrawing potential and come with considerable side effects. Lower-level side effects are smaller in proportion to the enhancement magnitude compared to higher-level secret techniques. Weakening secret techniques, on the other hand, generally have no impact on the user when cast, only suffering backlash if countered. Do you have a specific direction in mind?"

"..."

Seeing Linton remain silent for a long time, Vera smiled slightly and took out a card.

"This is my debit card. On the fourth floor, the leftmost section has enhancement secret techniques, and a little further is weakening secret techniques. With my authority, you can browse some Golden-tier and all below-tier spells freely, but you cannot take them out of the library. I'm sorry, but I borrowed too many books before and haven't returned them yet."

"No, no, no, I should be thanking you," Linton waved his hands dismissively, not taking the card. Instead, he took out a similar-looking but slightly darker card from his pocket. "As for a debit card, I have one too, so..."

"This card isn't enough," Vera said with a smile. "This is a regular teacher's debit card. With his authority, he can't access the fourth floor."

Linton was stunned.

Sika's card didn't have enough authority, so why did hers?

At this moment, Iris, who had been lost in the conversation and completely out of the loop, quietly sidled over and whispered, "Vera, she's a professor at the Magic Academy."

"Professor?"

Linton looked at the smiling girl nestled on the sofa with surprise and uncertainty.

Although she also had white hair, it was clearly different from the graying hair that came with old age. Moreover, she had a lush head of hair, showing no signs of balding.

No matter how he looked at it, she didn't seem very old.

"Surprised?"

"Indeed, you've shocked me," Linton honestly nodded. "Magic is inherently the most complex subject in the world. To possess such vast knowledge at such a young age is truly astonishing."

"Although you say you cannot yet touch the highest echelons of the magic world, I believe that one day, it will be prostrate at your feet."

"You must be a mage who will change the world in the future."

"Hm?" Vera's expression suddenly turned strange. "While I do know quite a bit about magic, but..."

"—Who said I was a mage?"

"Ah?!"

This time, not only Linton but even Iris was dumbfounded.

Vera turned her gaze to Iris, still smiling. "Iris, after knowing me for so long, you still don't know that I am..."

"—an elf?"

"Elf??"

Linton instinctively looked towards the side of the girl's head, but her short white hair blocked his view, preventing him from seeing the distinctive features of the elf race.

"Want to see my ears?" Vera reached out, as if to lift her hair.

But the moment her fingertips brushed against her white hair, a playful curve appeared at the corner of her lips.

"Dream on~"

"Ahem." Linton coughed dryly, stiffly changing the subject.

"I didn't expect that as an elf, you would have such a deep understanding of magic..."

In his past life, elves had somehow become synonymous with archers, widely known throughout the world.

Based on the principle of using something to its fullest if it's useful, "Kingdom of Heavenly Principles" naturally wouldn't abandon this deeply ingrained trope.

So, since Vera said she was an elf, it was basically equivalent to being an archer, though certainly not an ordinary one.

Vera pinched a distance between her thumb and index finger, blinked, and said, "I've just lived a bit longer, so I've learned a little about everything."

I get it, she's just a little bit old, and her knowledge is just a little bit extensive.

As if sensing Linton's thoughts, Vera's smile suddenly turned dangerous.

"Sir, don't try to pry into a lady's age. Even I get a little annoyed when my age is dug into."

"Alright," she clapped her hands. "Sir, do you have any more questions?"

"No, thank you very much for clearing up my doubts."

Vera waved her hand. "Rather, you've added a bit of fun to my life, letting me discover that there are fascinating existences like you in the world."

"Then..." Linton looked at the doll. "Iris, you stay here with Miss Vera. I'll go up and look around."

"Okay!"

Iris nodded like a chick pecking at rice, readily agreeing.

After Linton left, Iris cautiously glanced at Vera, wanting to speak but hesitating.

"What's wrong?" Vera, seeing her guilty look like a thief, couldn't help but tease, "It's been so long, can't you leave Mr. Linton now?"

"As expected, love makes people blind."

"What are you talking about!!"

The Miss Knight, whose skin was thinner than paper, couldn't stand such teasing. She hurriedly explained, "We're... just companions. Friends, just friends, don't talk nonsense!"

Seeing that Vera still wanted to say something, Iris quickly changed the topic that made her blush and her heart race.

"Um... Vera, have you been dreaming lately?"

"Dreaming?" Vera chuckled lightly, "Most people, when their sleep isn't deep enough, their subconscious will involuntarily surface, thus creating dreams. But I usually use relaxing spells to help me sleep, so I basically don't dream."

Iris let out a silent sigh of relief in her heart and muttered softly, "That's good, that's good."

"But—"

"Cough, cough."

The doll lady's heart hadn't fully settled before Vera's drawn-out tone almost made her unable to catch her breath.

"But what?"

Vera looked at the girl's anxious expression and smiled happily, but didn't tease further.

"But yes, it's been so long since I've dreamed, I kind of miss that feeling. You reminded me, I won't use spells to help me sleep for the next few days, I'll just sleep naturally."

"Okay, okay."

Seeing that the turn of events wasn't as she had feared, Iris finally felt relieved.

She nimbly unwrapped the dessert and divided it into two portions, pushing one towards Vera.

"Aren't you going to save some for Mr. Linton?"

"Why save it for him? We'll eat it, don't worry about him."

"Isn't that a bit rude?"

"It's fine, he won't mind."

"Oh? You know him very well."

"Of course, no one knows him better than I do! Cough cough, eat, eat quickly!"

Watching the rosy-cheeked Iris bury her head in the sweets and fall silent, Vera smiled gently.

But in her eyes, there was a trace of confusion that she couldn't quite dispel.