Chapter 9

Today was the day that I anticipated the most when I was on bed rest. It was finally the day I would start my magic lessons with Evander Duras.

Evander was someone everyone respected. He was well known throughout the whole empire. During my resting time, I read about all of his achievements since I had the brain capacity to understand everything I read now.

He was truly amazing. Before, he was nothing but a commoner.

When my grandpa reigned in the Alynthi Empire, he took charge of changing society since he was a philanthropist at heart. My grandpa was quite an honourable man as he worked hard to change people's perceptions of women and commoners. He changed the education system so that women had more rights and commoners could study since before the main Academy was mainly for nobles.

Evander was a lucky person who managed to be granted a scholarship. From then on, he worked his way up and became the Master of the Tower. His power and intellect were truly amazing and inspiring. Because of him, many were hopeful of achieving a bright future. Thus, he was granted a surname and became my father's teacher thereafter.

Although my father's mana and now mine were unbeatable, Evander did have an unusual amount of mana. He mastered it and spread the knowledge of new magical formulas he discovered and such.

Such a wonderful person was now my teacher, and I was brimming with joy.

I had not used my magic at all since that incident, so I was excited to finally use it.

By the time I finished breakfast with my parents, I got changed into a more suitable attire instead of a dress. It was specifically made to be magic-proof just in case I put myself on fire because that could happen.

Once Mary tied my hair up in a high ponytail, which was really small, I dragged my little legs to a 'spare' study room. The study room was supposedly mine, but I had not used it since I was born, so now it was finally in use.

The room was vacant, so I quietly sat down on a chair whilst Mary stood next to me and Kaine at the door.

I patiently waited.

My leg bounced up and down in anticipation as I did.

In a flash, Evander appeared in the room out of nowhere and I jumped.

"Greetings to your Imperial Highness the Princess," he greeted me.

I clasped my hands and looked at him with sparkles in my eyes.

"Teacher!"

At my call, he smiled.

"Can I call you gwandpa?" I innocently asked him.

The person in front of me was definitely old. He was much older than I expected, but he was the teacher to my father, so it made sense.

At my suggestion, he told me I could call him whatever I wanted, and I was happy. Although on the outside, I looked like an innocent child, inside I was happy because I could make a connection with such a brilliant person.

"My name is Evander Duras, and I am currently the Master of the Tower. From today, I will be helping your Highness control your magic and master it and to help explore what powers you have."

He thoroughly explained to me what he was going to do, and I nodded every time.

After that, he held my hand and measured the mana in my body.

"Thankfully, your mana has become stabilised so you will not feel faint or pain anymore," he told me.

"However, whatever I teach you, please refrain from using it outside of class too much. Your Highness's body is still small and young, and it will not be able to take all of your mana."

Mary carefully listened to all of his instructions since she was technically taking care of me 24/7.

Grandpa Evander ended up advising me that I would have to start training my body so it would not be frail or weak. And then, we finally started class.

The class was not long, just about 2 hours and since I was still young, we mainly did the basics. I found out that magical theory and history would come later.

Since I was the one and only Imperial Princess, I've already had a few classes on etiquette and basic subjects. But I knew as I grew up, I would have more classes since I was the heir to the throne.

It was a lot, but in my past life, I was unable to learn and concentrate properly due to my illness, so I liked learning. I was determined to do my best in everything and be a great princess.

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When the class finished and Evander left, I visited my father in his office.

"How was class?" he asked me as he lifted me up and placed me on his lap.

"Fun!"

He smiled at my excitement. He gave me a soft kiss on my cheek and I grinned.

"Gwandpa was so cool!" I beamed.

"Grandpa?"

I nodded.

"So he let you call him grandpa. He must have a soft spot for you then," he mumbled, which I caught.

I felt happy knowing my cuteness made him soften up to me since I was a 5-year-old.

"But who wouldn't like my cute princess?"

Father pinched my cheeks and I laughed.

After some time, he was immersed with work as I quietly sat on his lap, munching on some snacks.

As I did, I almost screamed when the page reappeared in front of me.

Calming myself down, I tried not to freak out so my father could not be alarmed. Instead, I patiently waited for the text to appear. Once it was finished, I read it.

'𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 – 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳.

𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘦𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘹 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘜𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘱𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 2 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 – 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.'

Just like last time, once I read it, the page disappeared as if it was never there in the first place.

I tried to process what I read. It was the same as before. It repeated what happened to me, but added a few details in the third person as if someone were reading it.

"What's the matter?" I heard someone say.

My head snapped up and I saw my father looking at me with concern in his eyes. I realised I stopped eating and to him, it would seem like I was staring into space.

Quickly, I changed my facial expression and smiled.

"Nothing!"

I went back to eating and looked in the corner of my eye at my father's reaction. He wasn't convinced but since I didn't say anything, he resumed what he was doing.

As I ate, I pondered over the two pages I read. They were clearly about me and it sounded like a story. Just what was this?