She always put up a front, but she was actually afraid. Her unpredictable stepmother was quite capable of hurting her. It was only natural that she was scared of her.
Yet for some reason, she was not as afraid as before. She was not sure if it was because Nabel was holding her hand or if it was just because she was not alone this time.
Even though she knew it would not change anything.
âAgain! Itâs because of you again!â
Even before they reached the Countessâ chambers, they could hear her loud, hysterical voice. Somewhere in the distance, three bracelets dangled on her wrist.
That showed that she was a mage of the third rank, the third level of nine steps that leads up to the gods. It was a relatively low position â but still, she was a mage.
The mages were absolute believers of the gods. They performed strange acts by borrowing the godsâ power.
âYou harbinger of misfortune! This happens every time I speak to you! I cannot reach the gods!â
In other words, her magic was not working. Her voice that was reverberating through the entire hallway caused the servants to emerge from every corner. They were muttering.
âItâs starting again.â
âSo it is. With that cursed body, why did she evenâŠâ
Splash! The servants of the House of Rieda, who were used to such incidents, had brought buckets full of water and poured them over the flames and the two people amongst them.
Even after the fire was all put out, they kept on pouring the water. It was as though they were trying to wash the dirt off the floor. Ryne, who had been dragged all the way here by the knights, ran towards them.
âMagic doesnât work on me,â she smiled. Water was still dripping from her chin.
Nabel looked at her eyes. Although they were not red, the water dripping down her cheeks looked like tears.
âAt least now you look clean.â The shrill voice of the Countess echoed throughout the hallway. It sounded almost like she was laughing. âHmph⊠Letâs go. Iâd like to eat something sweet in the garden.â