The morning after the assassin's attack and the teacher's...nevermind, the Duke was immediately informed and security for the household was doubled.

It was also discovered that I could apparently use magic and will now be having lessons for safety precautions, mostly due to their fear of my own magic going against me, what am I? A kid? Oh wait...

Unfortunately, my teacher had already been decided before it was even thought of. The good thing is, what she obsessed on was magic itself, and not...well let's just leave it at that.

My lessons started today and it was to be held at the grassland near the garden.

If I were to be asked, it was utterly stupid.

"Milady that's amazing!"

The only thing I did was make shapes using the string I held with my mana, my teacher would then clap like I did something noteworthy, obviously treating me like a kid, that was to be expected but I can't help but feel frustrated.

"Can we start learning magic now?"(Lydia)

"Isn't that what we're doing?"(Teacher)

"You call this magic? We haven't even done anything yet!"(Lydia)

"What do you mean? We've been-"(Teacher)

"I know! And it's annoying! That's the only thing we've been doing all day!"(Lydia)

I was still making shapes as I said that, I never really knew why I complained but I felt the words automatically leave my mouth.

The teacher then smiled, she stood up from her crouching position, fixing her robe and distanced herself from me.

"Then why don't we start learning?"

She said that in an obviously mocking manner as she continously wore the devious smile on her face.

Fine, I'll show you what I'm capable of.

"What's most important is the image within your head, try imagining the fire that you released last night, its heat, speed, and power, every detail that you can remember from that night."

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I raised both my hands I focused on every detail I remember as I felt my energy slightly decrease, I felt like only half of me was concentrating so I focused my entire consciousness on one target, the teacher.

Blast away.

That was my last thought before I flew in midair and almost crashed into a tree before slowly decelerating and stopping right before I make contact.

"Have you finally realized why you should yet use magic?"

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? I COULD'VE DIED BACK THERE! HOW DARE YOU-

*slap*

I was cut off by my teacher's hand, my mouth was wide agape, never in my life had I been slapped by another person.

"This lesson's over, you can continue practicing with that string but don't you dare approach me again."

She said that with a dark face, turning around and walked away from me, part of me was wanting to apologize but it was overwhelmed by my pride refusing to do so.

I continued practicing for the rest of the day...

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 (Author Note- Really short chapter, but I was able to get the broken laptop working so expect the next one to be longer

                            -that feeling when you get pissed off the character you personally made, but don't worry, there's a reason for that

                             -short chapter, will compensate with a really long chapter in the next one

                              -I repeated it to make it clear

                              -haven't found an editor so...yeah)