At night, in the baron’s room.
“Remember what I told you? Don’t overthink it—just focus on what’s in front of you, what you need to do… and what you want to do!” Lucille sat on Sean’s bed, watching him practice magic.
It was really just training his perception of magic. After days of basic education, Sean had gained a new understanding of this unfamiliar world and was gradually adapting his lifestyle.
“Don’t rush. Magic isn’t that simple to learn. It took me half a month to get that first feeling. If you keep practicing like this every day, you’ll make a breakthrough.”
Directly across from Lucille, Sean sat at the table, staring at ten candles placed on it.
About three meters away!
After listening to her lectures recently, his task now was to experience the sensation of magic entering his body for the first time.
Sean had no idea what that feeling was like, but according to Lucille, once he sensed it, he’d know—and it would bring a sense of pleasure… And the way to demonstrate it was to snuff out all the candles in front of him.
It sounded like a pretty low-level method, but in Lucille’s eyes, it was impressive.
According to her, no one but a witch like her could have come up with this approach.
From three meters away, even waving his hand to create a breeze wouldn’t work—he had to follow her method and try…
“Are you messing with me? Can I really learn magic this way?” Sean asked, sweating profusely and confused.
“I’m just having you feel what it’s like when magic flows through your body. This is the easiest way.”
Looking at the woman sitting on the bed with her arms crossed, only at night did Lucille show this side of herself.
“Isn’t there a shortcut? Like signing a contract with some wind elemental lord and then using their elemental magic?” Sean’s mind was full of plotlines from novels he’d read in his past life.
It seemed so simple—other transmigrators came with built-in advantages.
Some even merged with a strong person’s memories. Why did he end up with nothing?
Sure, he had a system of sorts, but it didn’t go ‘ding-dong’—it just let him see different things.
It was strong in some ways, but when it came to cultivation, it fell far short—he had to do it himself.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Sometimes you say things that are hard to follow,” Lucille tilted her head, thinking, genuinely puzzled by his words.
“I don’t know where you get these stories, but contracts do exist—they’re a very special kind of magic.”
“What kind?” Sean asked.
Besides teaching him magic, Lucille also shared some magical experiments or tales, so he wouldn’t be clueless if he encountered similar situations later.
After all, he was a latecomer to learning, far behind those who’d practiced and been immersed in it since childhood.
“Have you heard of alchemists?”
“My scholar mentioned them. Aren’t they the ones who practice equivalent exchange and study potions?”
“Sort of. But since machinery became more widely used and developed, traditional alchemists’ status has been threatened. They gradually developed another special kind of magic—contracts! They can use this magic to possess their alchemical golems, making them incredibly powerful in battle. You’d better pray no warlock ever comes to your town, because even your guards wouldn’t be able to handle them.” Lucille suddenly smiled.
“My guards already can’t handle you!”
“Of course.”
Sean noticed a status above Lucille’s head: [Joy!]
So she could actually be happy!
Suddenly, she lay down directly on his bed.
“Hey, that’s my bed.”
“What’s the harm in lying down for a bit?” Lucille retorted, the joyful status still above her head, showing she was in a good mood today.
“Then how about I join you?!”
“Dream on! Just focus on your practice! The archaeological team said today they won’t stay in town much longer. In a few days, when the snow lets up a bit, I’ll leave with them to keep searching for what I need.”
Her voice trailed off toward the end, as if she were falling asleep.
Her silver hair rested on his pillow, and though she hadn’t kicked off her boots, she was practically lying on the bed.
Sean realized that once their affinity turned friendly, they could joke around a bit without her getting angry—unlike when it was neutral, when he wouldn’t dare speak like that.
His townsfolk, on the other hand, were friendly toward him, treating him even better—he could even command them…
As for close retainers like Danti and Luke, they were respectful—they’d smile and accept it even if he scolded them.
So it seemed affinity levels did have some effect…
If he used the data and attributes he could see wisely, it could be a useful ability.
He looked at the magic wand in his hand.
[Magic Damage Bonus: 10%~50%]—that was a decent item, wasn’t it?
“Is that thing really important to you?” Sean suddenly asked.
He hadn’t asked about the magic disk she was searching for all these days.
To travel through the harsh winter to reach his town meant it was something crucial, but he didn’t know what it was for.
What he understood now was that magic tools were common weapons for wizards—some, like this wand, boosted magic damage, while others came with a specific spell.
They could be used in special situations.
“It’s not just important to me—it’s important to all wizards,” Lucille suddenly opened her eyes.
So it was an ancient artifact, meaning plenty of others were probably searching for it too!
He watched her sit up abruptly on his bed.
“What do you think? If you’re tired, let’s stop here for today and continue tomorrow.”
After finishing the theoretical lessons, the daily teaching sessions became much shorter. Since waving the wand wasn’t showing much effect, she’d call it quits at the right moment.
It wasn’t until later that Sean understood—she probably did this to keep him from losing confidence.
“Alright.” Sean was just feeling his arm ache and slowly stopped.
Such a simple wand-waving exercise—who knew when he’d actually feel magic? It was hard to believe such a basic method would work.
But just as he made his final swing…
Whoosh~
The whole room suddenly dimmed.
All the flames went out!
This…
Both Sean and Lucille, sitting on the bed, looked stunned.
“You did it!”
In the faint light, he stared at the magic wand in his hand.
Focusing, he saw a new set of data appear…
[Magic Proficiency: 1]