Chapter 44: It Was All Written by Me
This lunch was quite enjoyable. Yifu was constantly trying to liven up the atmosphere and comfort the troubled Leia.
Umi curiously observed the two of them but didn’t say a word throughout.
She had actually wanted to sneak away quietly, but Yifu’s cooking smelled too good. She thought to herself that since she was already there, she might as well taste a little bit before leaving, and as a result, once she tasted it, she couldn’t leave at all.
Originally thinking about how to sneak away quietly, she now found herself thinking about how to bury her head and eat more.
Umi was reluctant to stay here mainly because she recognized Qianzhi, the Young Lady of the Loren Family, who was influential in the Imperial Capital.
Such a Young Lady made one feel a strong pressure just by standing next to her, let alone having lunch together.
Fortunately, everyone’s attention was focused on Yifu, and no one noticed Umi who was buried in her meal.
However, as an observer, Umi also sensed that there seemed to be a subtle atmosphere in the house.
When Yifu was busy cooking, Qianzhi had gone to the next room and, upon returning, changed into a delicate pair of sheer white stockings with a hint of pink.
Under the dining table, Umi could feel Qianzhi, either intentionally or unintentionally, brushing her elegantly curved ankle wrapped in white stockings against Yifu’s similarly wrapped calf.
Leia was hugging Yifu’s waist, appearing to be tearfully complaining, but in reality, she had secretly inhaled Yifu’s scent several times.
And it seemed that Yifu was completely unaware of all this, even praising the two of them for being cute.
This subtle pinkish feeling couldn’t simply be described as cute, could it?
“This family is definitely not normal.”
Umi swallowed hard, thinking entirely about finishing her meal quickly to make her escape.
Fortunately, the scene Umi had imagined of the Young Lady and big silver had not occurred, and she got to leave as she wished.
It was Yifu who personally sent her back. Yifu mentioned she had some errands outside, so she was giving Umi a ride home.
Before leaving, Yifu also wrote her a list.
“What is this?”
Umi looked at the list in her hand, her expression puzzled.
It contained several books that seemed to be related to magic, the kind that could be found at the bookstore on the corner.
“I recommend you read a few entry-level magic books. The knowledge inside can help you. You don’t need to find any agents; you can definitely get into the Church Academy by your own strength.”
“I believe in you. You’re not a foolish child; you just haven’t found the right methods.”
Yifu’s list for Umi was very detailed, marking which pages of each book were worth reading and which ones to skip to avoid wasting time.
If it had just been a list of recommended books on magic, perhaps Umi wouldn’t have cared much, considering it a mere courtesy from Yifu related to something her mother had entrusted her.
However, these specially annotated notes truly caught Umi’s attention.
Self-studying magic, the hardest barrier is sorting through all the cluttered information. A beginner would struggle to organize this.
The golden age for learning magic is only a few years; if you miss it, you’ve really missed it.
If too much time is wasted on organizing knowledge points, it could genuinely stifle a genius.
This is why the role of the teacher is so significant; after all, there are countless magic books on the market, and most of them are worthless.
Only the works left behind by the Crimson Witch, who was once sentenced to hanging, can be considered nutritionally valuable.
Although humanity despises witches, the quality of the magic books authored by that witch is so high that there is really no comparison with those written by humans; there are practically no competitors.
In fact, the teaching outlines of the Church Academy are basically compiled based on the works left by that Crimson Witch.
However, none of the books on Umi’s list were authored by that witch.
“Why… are the magic books written by that Crimson Witch not recommended to me? Aren’t they the best magic books?”
“Wrong. The best is not necessarily the most suitable. For your situation, what I’m recommending is perfectly fine. Don’t worry; the exam will be very simple.”
Yifu smiled and patted Umi’s head. Since she wrote the books herself, she naturally knew which ones were suitable for Umi.
“Just read these first. If you have any questions, come ask me again. I have to go; excuse me. Goodbye, little Umi.”
Yifu hurried off to the Imperial Palace to find Her Highness the Princess, leaving Umi watching her hurried figure gradually disappear in bewilderment.
“Is this for real? She’s the first person I’ve met who doesn’t recommend books written by that Great Witch.”
