The luxurious, brightly lit carriage was filled with a magical shimmering light, and the spotless interior was incredibly well-lit.
Leather seats were placed in the carriage, and an elegant crystal coffee table stood on the floor, on which sat a white ceramic teacup filled with steaming milk.
Through the window, you can clearly see the train passing high in the sky.
The magical tracks beneath it unfolded rapidly in the air like a dream, leading the train soaring between the blue sky and white clouds.
Weaving through vibrant rainbows, feeling the dry, crisp air, we journey ever onward to the distant Kingdom of Kant.
Birds flew merrily in flocks in the sky, chirping merrily.
The sunlight shone down, making the white clouds seem to be drawn in a soft arc.
In the comfortable carriage, Aurelion sat alone on the leather sofa, her noble aura needing no further explanation.
Occasionally, Mr. Viktor would come to visit, but most of the time, he would immerse himself in the other carriages.
I have no idea what they're doing.
However, he wasn't the only one in the first-class carriage.
At this moment, Vanilla, the maid with the cat ears standing up, was busy in Aurelion's sight.
Dressed in a black and white maid outfit, she skillfully prepared tea and snacks for the princess, brewing tea and pouring milk...
As she worked, her cat ears twitched, and her tail drooped slowly, swaying gently from side to side.
Aurelian carefully observed every subtle movement of Vanilla.
'Does she really enjoy these chores?'
Aurelion stared at the happily working vanilla, her mind filled with doubts, and a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
A demi-human maid...?
She had little contact with demi-humans before, and most of her understanding of them was superficial.
All she remembered was the demi-human team that followed her when she was training in the adventurer's city.
From that time on, Aurelion gained some understanding of the discipline and fighting ability of these demi-humans.
And then?
Before Aurelion could continue thinking, Vanilla had already brewed fresh tea and milk.
She carried a pristine white ceramic teapot and approached Aurelion with light, silent steps.
Vanilla bowed slightly and added warm milk to the teacup in front of Aurelien.
White steam billowed from the teacup, swirling in the air and carrying the fresh aroma of milk.
Vanilla bowed slightly to her and said:
"Your Highness, please have some."
Aurelion thanked Vanilla and nodded slightly.
Aurelion found the milk, boiled by the demi-humans, quite novel for the first time.
I wonder what catgirl's milk tastes like.
Aurelion picked up her teacup and took a small sip of milk.
Aurelion put down her teacup and savored the rich, milky aroma as it filled her mouth.
Although the flavor was still a bit raw compared to those experienced maids, the vanilla was cooked quite well.
Especially for demi-humans, they have done a very good job.
Demi-human hands are not suited for these things.
Their hands were originally designed as hunting weapons; they were natural claws.
Considering the physical characteristics of demi-humans, such skills are truly rare.
Aurelion looked at Vanilla and asked:
"Vanilla, you..."
Why do you have such a name?
She was a little curious.
Demi-humans usually do not have names.
But the exquisite cat-eared girl in front of me has a unique name that belongs entirely to her.
—Vanilla.
Moreover, not only vanilla,
Even those demi-human guards, each of them has their own name.
This struck Aurelion as odd.
Why do demi-humans also need names?
Vanilla stood respectfully to the side, bowing slightly, and began to explain to Aurelian:
"Because my master once said that I have a pleasant vanilla scent, he gave me this name."
"These were all bestowed upon me personally by my master."
Aurelion was stunned as she listened to Vanilla's explanation.
Master...Master?
Seemingly noticing the princess's curiosity, Vanilla calmly explained.
"I was rescued from the hands of demi-human traffickers by my master."
"He gave me wisdom and the talent to become a mage."
"But unfortunately, perhaps because I lack talent, I am still only a magic apprentice."
At this point, Vanilla showed no disappointment, simply smiling.
Aurelion was increasingly surprised as she listened.
Aurelion was even more amazed when she heard Vanilla say that she was a magic apprentice.
To become a mage, one needs to continuously learn new knowledge.
However, the effort required to teach magic to demi-humans, who have great difficulty even recognizing words, might be ten times, or even dozens of times, more than that required to teach magic to ordinary human mages.
Vanilla's ability to become a magic apprentice demonstrates her intelligence.
When Aurelion was chatting with Vanilla, she could also sense Vanilla's intelligence.
However, the demi-human traffickers...
Thinking of this, Aurelion's eyes dimmed slightly.
When Vanilla spoke of the demi-human traffickers, a barely perceptible hint of fear flashed in her eyes.
Although the petite catgirl appeared relaxed, Aurelion noticed the fleeting fear within her.
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