Fake Princess
CHAPTER 42
Confusedly I got up from the floor and stood facing the woman in front of me, secretly trying to clean the back of my dress.
The woman was thin, probably half a head shorter than me, with tangled brown and gray hair that seemed to have been trying to trim it this morning but to no avail. Some of the female's hair was sticking out at the top of her head like a bird's nest, while the rest was scattered on her back. She's about ten years older than my aunt. Wrinkles decorate the forehead and around the eyes are bright green and as sharp as evergreen leaves.
He looked at me as if I were a paper roll with strange handwriting that he inevitably had to read.
” But,” he continued, “ did you do it on purpose?”
For a moment I guessed she wanted to know if I accidentally fell, & I opened my mouth to protest her, but before I could talk the woman added, “ On purpose, , it's an admirable use of the principle of syrendal (this is the term for trained witches yah guys ). Very impressive. Of course, if not accidentally, and since you're not wearing a cape, I guess I can say pretty confidently that you're not a college member, then it means you have a lot of untrained magic in you, & you're dangerous enough to roam free.”
I know, I looked at him with my mouth agape, but I couldn't help myself. I felt like I was in a crowd of crows, being attacked by many wings, beaks, and chirps at the same time.
“ You don't wear a cape either,” that's all I can say.
The woman was not wearing a robe; instead, she was wearing a dark-colored dress with a skirt next to each other, as if she had just been riding.
He shook his head so quickly that I wondered why it didn't hurt, and let out a loud sigh.
I swallowed spit. “ No, I don't intend that. I just found out I have magic powers, & I. I came here to find out if the campus would accept me.”.
I felt my shoulders slump a little. “ But they won't accept me. I'm not a noble, & my money is not enough.”
Suddenly, the woman reached out and grabbed my wrist. The clutches of his thin hands revealed a shocking strength, and after pulling my hand to its back, he placed his other hand on it. As he looked into my eyes, something warm slipped into me, like a cat sneaking into the sun. Then he took off my hand, his face wrinkled as he scowled.
“ Stupid rules. I've told Omar .. Well, I have to bring it up again, it doesn't mean it'll be any good, ” the woman muttered softly. He shook his head & snapped one leg, then said to me, “ I can tell you, my dear, that you are clearly filled with magic. In fact, I was confused as to how her magic could last this long without showing itself. Of course, if you were hungry as a child, or very, very sick, it could suppress the magic a little, but…. It doesn't matter, what matters is that you have it now, and he can't wait to get out of you. What's your name?”
The question he suddenly asked made me doubt “ Talk, talk. You know what your name is, right?”
Sometimes, my mind is gloomy. “ Amelia,” I said out loud. “ Amelia Muller.”
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