Earl Ster sat in a chair, his expression solemn as he watched the steward and his subordinate, whom he regarded like a brother, make excuses to each other, and he couldn't help frowning... It was as if he was the only unfeeling, stern father here!
Yet... what could he do?
Could the helm of a family just act like them, knowing only how to chuckle foolishly and dote?
The earl tried his best to speak in his gentlest tone, "Ellie.
You don't need to consider so many things right now; you just need to show your best side.
When it all comes down to it, our Ster Family can't really help you with this sort of matter at all.
Even if that Earth Wanderer is truly willing to teach you something, it will still require you to be outstanding enough—outstanding enough for him to genuinely appreciate you.
Otherwise... yes, such a mighty being won't care about those dirty politics, but neither will he care about the eldest miss of an earl's house.
Whether we can even bring ourselves to ask depends entirely on whether the other party gives us the chance.
Advanced magi of today don't easily take action, but that doesn't mean they can't... Therefore, not needing to fear them doesn't mean you can afford to disrespect them.
What we can strive for right now is merely a chance, a chance to let you showcase yourself before him. Everything else... must be left to fate."
"I know," Ailiterman said softly. "Of course I know. Magic... is a profession where the more you understand, the more terrifying you realize the people at the top are.
So, Father, I fully understand why you, having stepped down from the battlefield, are so persistent about letting me forge my own path.
How fortunate