Just as the maid was trying to process what she had heard, another servaered the room carrying a silver tray, upon which rested a crystal gss taining aic-looking drink.

  The liquid ale blue color, with a slight shimmer that suggested it might have some unusual substance.

  Around the rim of the gss were small mint leaves and a thin slice of a fruit unknown to Emily, likely something reserved for the nobility.

  o it, a simpler drink ced in front of the head maid.

  The head maid picked up her gss and elegantly took a small sip.

  Emily, more timid, mimicked the gesture, though she found the drink much more refreshing and smooth than she had expected.

  “It’s quite good,” Emily ented, somewhat surprised by the sophistication of the drink.

  The maid, satisfied with her rea, smiled with a certain pride.

  “It’s a special drink we only serve here. It’s made with a blend of revitalizing herbs and fruits you won’t find outside these walls.”

  As both drank in a brief but not unfortable silence, Emily decided to ask what had been on her mind for a while.

  “Excuse me, you haven’t told me your name,” Emily said, trying to sound as polite as possible.

  The maid, as if she had been waiting for that question, lifted her slightly, a mix of pride and haughtiness in her eyes.

  “My name is Isolde,” she said, with a voice that seemed filled with importance. “Isolde… Arundel.”

  Emily smiled, trying to ighe chill she still felt from the young woman.

  “o meet you, Isolde,” she responded sincerely, but before the versation could beore awkward, she ged the subject. “I wao ask you… What kind of jobs are avaible here?”

  Isolde was momentarily stunned.

  Was Emily asking about a job?

  Here, at the mansion?

  Doubt crossed her mind quickly.

  Had this girl really met with Noerday, or was there some fusion?

  After all, what oner would e here to ask for work?

  “Jobs?” she repeated, trying to buy some time to better uand. “Could you be more specific? If you want my help, of course.”

  Emily sighed and, with her usual innoce, expined.

  “Well, Non said he wanted me to work here… but now he’s also teag me magic. What do you think I should do…?”

  Isolde remained silent for what seemed like ay.

  The gss she held trembled slightly in her hand.

  Non… teag a ic?

  This was much more than she had ever expected.

  This wasn’t just a passing fanon really had pns for this girl!

  Disguising her shock, Isolde smiled, though her mind was rag, thinking about how she would have to report this.

  “That’s… fasating,” she replied, regaining her posure. “If Master Non is teag you magic, that’s quite an honor. There are many things you could do here. It depends on what kind of magic you’re practig, of course…”

  “We’re practig wind magic,” Emily replied without much thought.

  Isolde had to restrain herself from opening her mouth in shock.

  Wind magic?

  The pieces began to fit together in her mind.

  Until now, no one had uood how Non had mao excel so mu the battlefield.

  But if he really mastered wind magic, perhaps he could have used the wind to listen to his enemies’ versations and anticipate attacks.

  This information was invaluable.

  ‘I must report this immediately!’ Isolde thought, her heart rag.

  However, she maintained a calm tone as she responded.

  “Wind magic… how iing. And how are your practices going?”

  Before Isolde could inquire further, the door to the room opened slowly, revealing Non’s figure.

  Emily looked up immediately, smiling as she saw him.

  Non looked tired. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes, though full of determination, showed that he hadn’t slept well.

  There were slight dark circles under his eyes, and his shoulders seemed a bit slumped, as if he were carrying a heavy burden.

  “Sorry to keep you waiting, Emily,” Non said with a tired smile. “I overslept more than I pnned.”

  Emily stood up immediately, her for him evident.

  “Don’t worry. I’m fine,” she said, approag him. “Are you feeling alright? You look exhausted.”

  Non hough his gaze showed that the past weeks had been exhausting.

  He turo Isolde, who had immediately stood up to greet him with the appropriate respect.

  “Good m, Master Non,” Isolde said, bowing slightly.

  “Good m,” Non replied, courteously, though he didn’t pay much attention to her presence.

  He then turned baily and, with a slight smile, gestured with his head for her to follow him.

  “Let’s go. We have a lot to do today.”