A few peaceful days passed. Maggie studied the daily life of a saintess, fulfilled her duties, and traveled to and from the library, learning magical languages under the tutelage of elemental spirits.
However, Maggie soon discovered that things were completely different from what she had thought. Although both were magical languages, the ancient and modern magical languages could be considered completely unrelated.
The characters and pronunciations are completely different; the gap between them is like that between oracle bone script and simplified Chinese characters.
Fortunately, the ancient magical language can also be used to cast spells. With no other way to learn, Maggie had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue learning.
Something is better than nothing.
The elemental spirit also possesses a considerable amount of ancient magic. She has recently learned quite a few micro-level spells, which gives her some ability to protect herself.
For example, the Light spell she's currently using, the Heal spell which can heal ordinary injuries, and the only dust-level light-based attack spell, Light Arrow.
Unfortunately, she's currently in her room and can only try to cast a light spell.
"You're such an amazing human being..."
The elemental spirit, seeing that Maggie's successful light spell had almost illuminated the entire room, immediately flew around Maggie, unable to stop marveling.
This was the third time Maggie had heard the elemental spirit say this today. She didn't quite understand what he meant and was just about to ask when she heard a soft knock on the door, accompanied by a maid's respectful voice.
"Your Highness, a letter from Duke Zefnia."
Maggie had anticipated this, so she temporarily put the question aside and spoke calmly to the door.
"Bring it in."
The maid entered, bowed her head, placed the letter on the table in front of Maggie, and then bowed and left. Before leaving, she stole a glance at Maggie, her cheeks flushing red.
"It's just like a hyena that has smelled blood."
Maggie didn't even need to open the letter to know the Duke's purpose in writing it.
They simply wanted to squeeze more out of her because they saw that she hadn't been exposed. They even smacked her face with abacus beads, and the sound of the abacus could be heard clearly in Santa Fe City.
"Let's see who ends up using whom."
Maggie sneered, picked up the letter on the table, glanced at it briefly, ignoring all the hypocritical concern for her father, and only focused on the most crucial information.
"You want me to cooperate with the Zefneria family in promoting the Tumi potion?"
Maggie's lips were pressed into a straight line as she read the letter, her face as cold as ice.
The medicine made from Tu Mi (荼蘼) is highly addictive. Adults will feel energetic for a short time after drinking it, while children will feel drowsy and fall asleep quickly without needing any care from adults.
Such miraculous effects attracted many poor people to buy it frequently. Because the Zefner family needed poor people as sacrifices for demons, the price of the Tumi Potion was not high, even surprisingly low, in order to lure the poor people in.
Even so, the large-scale sale of the Tu Mi potion was still extremely profitable, which was one of the main sources of funding for the Zefunaia family, and a breeding ground for evil.
The Duke wanted her to drink the potion bearing the Zefnia family crest in public. If the saint drank it, others would be even more convinced of the potion's magical effects, including the middle class and nobles.
The profits generated next will be unimaginably large.
The youngest daughter, whom the Lianze Funaya family raised with great care, will take the Tumi Potion after becoming the Holy Maiden of Light, which will definitely make many people lower their guard.
The potion of the rose only has no effect on magicians. The Duke should not have forgotten that she is now just a magic apprentice and could also become addicted to the potion, right?
"They really treated me like a disposable sacrifice."
Maggie muttered to herself, her hand gripping the letter tightly, causing it to become crumpled and tattered.
She clearly saw through the Duke's true colors and wouldn't foolishly crave his approval, so she wouldn't feel heartbroken. She just felt sorry for the original owner of this body.
After a while, Maggie picked up the quill pen next to her and began to write a reply on the paper.
Strip away the insincere greetings, and what remains is mutual scheming.
The duke had designs on her, and she, too, had her own goals.
Leaving Perkin Xavier outside is ultimately not safe enough; it's better to keep him close by, given the potential danger.
Each Holy Maiden of Light would bring a swordsman from home to protect her, or a maid to serve her.
Perhaps the Duke thought it was a waste, because he hadn't arranged any attendants for her when she came; now they've come in handy.
Given the perfection of the pilgrimage to the Virgin Mary, it is believed that the Archbishop would not refuse her request.
The Duke will surely grant her requests in order to make her obedient.
At that time, Perkin Xavier will have a proper identity and be sent to her side openly and legitimately.
"Disgusting."
Maggie stuffed the letter into the envelope, finding the fake father-daughter relationship between her and the Duke laughable.
"Is it someone you hate?"
Sensing Maggie's disgust, the elemental spirit tilted its head and asked.
"Yes, I hate it."
Maggie closed her eyes, her body slumped back, and she raised her arms to cover her eyes.
"Just stay away from things you hate, and don't make your good friends feel bad."
Listening to the elemental spirit's naive advice, Maggie felt a bitter taste in her mouth.
"Sigh, I wish I could, but unfortunately I have no choice."
Maggie lowered her arm, leaned back, and looked at the elemental spirit emitting a faint white light, her eyes flashing with envy.
"All right."
The elemental spirit looked troubled, not understanding but respectful.
Putting all that aside for the moment, Maggie asked another question.
"You...you haven't told me your names yet."
This is also one of the things that makes Maggie feel most uncomfortable. Lately, she has been calling them elemental spirits or little teachers directly, and after a while, it feels very unfamiliar.
"Hmm? Do our good friends want to know our names?"
The elemental spirit asked in a puzzled tone.
"Of course, good friends call each other by their first names."
Maggie nodded naturally.
"But... um..."
The elemental spirits looked troubled.
"Huh? Is that not allowed? Then I won't ask anymore."
Maggie hadn't expected that asking for a name would bother the elemental spirit, and she immediately realized what was happening and waved her hand.
The elemental spirit briefly ignored Maggie's words, hesitated for a moment, then made up her mind and told Maggie her name with unusual seriousness.
"My name is Roy, remember that!"
Maggie paused slightly, as if her soul had somehow connected with Roy in front of her.
"Okay, I will never forget."
Maggie nodded vigorously, her expression more solemn than when she was praying to God.
Although she didn't know what was going on, Roy's serious reaction made her feel that he had made some very important decision, and she absolutely couldn't let Roy down.
"good."
Roy seemed to sense Maggie's sincerity, and a bright smile appeared on his face.
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