The Step Of Palimpsest
#20

"Pft— uhuk uhuk!"

I sensed that there was magic emerging from inside, I don't know what Theomund did until Cashel choked so.

"I knew you'd laugh."

His personality was very inversely proportional to that of the future. Probably a political marriage. The Ginovas are full of theatrics, no one is honest, because being honest means exposing your own weaknesses.

"Uhuk— You tried to kill me?!"

"Don't try laughing. That matchmaking is no joke, you know?"

"Well, you guys—witches—have too much to want."

"You talk too much."

"Well, sorry. Did I offend you, Young Master?"

He sounded annoyed, it seemed like I could guess what the reason for that being. Because of training Dominique to open the Eyes of the Spirit, of course he will tell his experience so that Dominique can learn from him. Just as Theomund reached his maturity, his father said, if Theomund wants to be heir then he must prove his worthiness. The trick is to close the precious Spirit Eye that opens from birth, then he will practice on his own to reopen it. There was no reason for his father to help his fully grown son. So he was completely alone to open his Spirit Eyes back.

Then, Theomund's Spirit Eye will open in the year Dominique and Dorothy were born.

Perhaps, the real reason Theomund chose Dominique as his heir was because he understood the difficulty of being born into a family of witches without having the Spirit Eye as a benchmark of talent. Theomund was so tested by his own extended family. He doubted, reviled, that he would not succeed. Until rumors are deliberately spread to discourage Theomund is that the title of heir will not fall on him if in the end he does not manage to open his Spirit Eye again.

Wherever you want, the big family wants to know once, always interfere. It's good to help, but if it's this troublesome, who isn't upset?

"Don't you hear enough? Too bad you can't drink with us."

I felt a surge of magic rising drastically from behind this door. This is so bad!

"Eavesdropping too long is not good. So, how about you go out and show off?"

Anyway, don't let him see my hair!

Now I understand why I can't feel the air of his existence. He must have heard the story from Cashel about the woman his friend saved. Of course, after seeing my abilities and the color of my hair that was very similar to his friend, of course he would tell it to his closest witch friend. Theomund's mind was very sharp, he was also sensitive, he was not the type of person who could be fooled easily.

Sometimes talent wins against hard work. However, if you are talented from birth but accompanied by an excessive sense of pride, then fighting people who succeed with hard work is a big mistake. The ego of the arrogant will be slammed down to the core of the earth and have no guts to fly again. Dominique learned hard work from her father, Dorothy 'learning' the glory and privilege gained by someone born with talent.

I am sure that I, who is now no longer considered a human being by the great ancient serpent, can compensate Theomund. Even so, we are still distinguished by a Level. Actually I don't need to fight him, or I just don't want to fight him for being reluctant to feel defeated. I cannot lose, I do not choose to lose. I was sent into the past by him, I felt this was not what the man wanted. I won't lose that easily, Dominique's muscle memory will respond to everything.

The door in front of me opened to me. I quickly took a step back, then tore off the black interior of the dress. With magic, I can do anything. Including changing the size of a torn sheet of cloth into a stretch of carpet that can cover the entire floor of the observatory which is covered with water-filled glass at Manga Castle. No, it's not that big, either. The important thing is that I cover my body as best I can. Let him look me in the eye and realize one day that the color of my eyes is exactly the color of his.

The magical wind nearly made my cloth fly, but I immediately ran away using magic all the way to the trees. Theomund certainly did not stay silent and chased after me. He is a true example, the talent of being born if not sharpened then there is no point, but if sharpened to this pointy then he can penetrate the wall of life. He will cross boundaries like Level. Without waiting until he was 76 years old and above, his strength was beyond doubt.

For a few minutes, I was sure we had entered the jungle. Theomund freely began to launch attacks that contained a killing intent. There is no time to reply back, if I reply, my cover will be revealed. Just dodge, focus magic on speed and endurance if the attack hits me right.

A few meters ahead, there was a light emerging from the ground. Just once I saw it I understood whose magic it was. I quickly quickened my pace and took a big step. Instantly only Cashel jumped from the teleportation hole along with his sword. Theomund was about to launch a major attack, but it was easily split by Cashel. As a result the split magic exploded into the ground on my right and left. Not for long, there was a loud complaint that the two hard metals were hitting each other.

"I CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS RIDICULOUS WORLD!!"

"OK, okay, I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart, really! Why did you attack him?"

"Because you said she had the same hair as me. Seeing him hide his head with a black cloth, I guess it's true."

Is this as easy as my cover being exposed?

"Hey, don't get emotional! If you want to talk, you need to calm down. I know you don't accept your matchmaking or anything that bothers you, but just calm down."

His eyes were so sharp that he saw me. Well, it's time I revealed the true power of the soul window. After all, I have surpassed ordinary humans, as well as witches.

"Morrow's glimmer broadens my senses."

At once Theomund gasped when he heard me cast a spell. His eyes froze completely, the light from my eyes reflected in his eyes. I think I managed to hypnotize him.

"Allah ... I'm sorry, Miss."

Theomund lowered his sword, he groaned with annoyance while clutching the hair on his head. Cashel breathed a sigh of relief, smiling as he turned to me. Since things are under control, what if I open my voice first?

"Theomund Ginova, I can't trust you. Sir Cashel, can you and your servants compromise to keep my confidentiality from him?"

"I shouldn't have given you wine."

"It's my fault, my mind is disheveled. Ugh, sorry, but I want to ask you a few things."

A great opportunity, here.

I know for myself, how prosperous and stylish the Ginova family is. It was not a serious matter for Theomund to build two castles at once as a form of his love for his children. The best education, food, clothes, everything is the best. Although it is not good just how the socialite of the extended family looked at us, especially when one of his pair of fleshly blood showed no sign of talent. Kala Theomund and Lesya were born with an open Spirit Eye, a big family slur that made Lesya ashamed to ever think of eliminating Dominique alone.

Think of this as revenge, for the high cost of all the injustice Dominique had received. Maybe I should also apologize for choosing to type in his wretched fate.

"Not free, yeah. There's a price."

"I agree. Say your will."

Do not give up things that an unskilled person cannot handle, or the destruction that is to come, instead of good benefits. Everyone has their own way, every item and tool has its own function nature. Like a fishing boat will not be able to move on land, want to be flanked by a tea cup made directly by hand in the bar among the people?

"Your gift to Lesya will be considered mere rubbish. However, I understand its useful value, so give it all to me."

"It turns out you're that slick, huh?!"

I'm sorry for disappointing you, Cashel. I don't want to embarrass Theomund.