erchants started their mornings with it, and even scholars from the town's magic academy were raving about how it kept them ale

r arrived at my shop, bearing the l

rd Roland's estate for an audience. Ple

threat, but it wasn't e

to accompany me. To my surprise, Miss Agnes, a represe

all stature, she carried herself with a commanding presence, exuding both elegance and authority. S

along the cobbled road toward the lord's estat

gant green dress. "I want you to be min

urious. "Why? Is he

osed and strict, but he is also fair and

ked. "

e, Igor-who had been lis

"Yes, horses. You se

rving, finally spoke up. "Hate h

dear. They refuse to even let him ride. The moment he a

"What? That makes no sen

re carriage burst into laughter. Miss Agnes, wiping a tear from her eye, nodded. "It's tru

?" Miss Agnes shrugged. "He's wealthy enough to afford the best soaps and perfumes, but for

amusement. "That'

nto my bag, I patted the small pocket-sized liquid deodorant I had brought from Earth. A cheap, drugs

s Deod

hat's what I

eath, "Looks like I might be able to solve

n halt, and before I could react,

ndi

hesitation, they reached for their weapons. Elvie shot me a se

tightly. "But I saw many bandits. Ar

her

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yes at the GU

es, each armed with thick broadswords. Their grins were wicked, their movemen

ly as he pointed his weapon at Igor. "Old man, hand over the horse and everything

His grip on his sword was firm, his posture unyielding. It

a reassuring smile, though I could

s." Her voice carried confidence, but

shed out to meet the

g as Elvie and Agnes fought with precision and speed. Igor moved with surprising agility for hi

l, only three of the bandits were inju

er breathing laboured. Miss Agnes wiped sw

ord barely deflecting an incoming s

g through? And why did they target us specifically? I couldn't just sit there anym

und, one of the bandits-one of

ly, but somehow it felt natural in my hands as I noticed how my name t

slashed down-wounding my enemy with ease. What? My mind raced. How did I do that? Another bandit, a tall and bulky one, lun

ll? Was I t

my senses heightened. Flames suddenly erupted around my sword

ith precision and overwhelming power. Each bandit that came at me fell in seconds.

ould only stare. In mere mome

her

Comp

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d then darkne

familiar decor. I blinked, adjusting my vision. Golden chandeliers

re aw

sitting beside my bed, her expres

the door swung open

rossing her arms. "I told y

ough instead of scolding me,

t was some impressive s

ng my temples.

s what happened. And-" she hesitated, lo

ke a damn battle mage. It was amazing. I really thought you cou

"But... I don

ed look. "Then expla

h to argue-but t

it. It wasn't normal. I wasn't normal. But I have a very low status, and even my magic sucks, so did it... Holy fuck! Was I overpowered? I mean,

, the heat that surged through my body, and the way the flames had engulfed my blade as if it had always

he magical shield-one that counteracted the spells the bandits had used against me. Or maybe it was something el

to shake off the though

r adventure, battles, or enemies with scary magical abilities. No, I cam

form of magic-made it impossible to ignore. I will have to look into it someday. But for now, my

that was

nd, a sharp knock ec

and proper. She bowed slightly. "Lord Roland r

," Igor muttered as he helped me up. I still felt a little lightheaded, but my body was surprisingly fine

Come on. Let's

oed softly

: Make the Lord of

p of the D

ring the implications. The "Divine Tree" sounded important. Magical, even. Maybe