Chapter 4

Wizards use magic by manipulating the mana they have within their bodies. 

However, this mana could not be increased by training. It meant that the amount you had when you were born was all you have. 

‘Natural talent is more important than anything.’ 

The mana value was measured from 1 to 10, meaning that the more the mana goes from 1 to 10 was, the greater the mana. 

But according to the settings of the novel, Everia has a mana level of 0.5. 

What if we actually assume that Everia uses the magic of fire? 

It was a very feeble force that I could not be sure of burning a candle in a birthday cake. 

‘0.5… Everia.. It’s super weak!’ 

In comparison to Catherine, the heroine was a strong wizard recorded with a mana power level of 9. 

The reason why Catherine, a daughter of a humble family, first came into the spotlight was also because of her strong mana. 

‘Because of that, Everia looked trivial.’ 

The heroine who’s status was a little low but was born with an outstanding talent and ability, and the villain who had no ability but only high status. 

It was a natural plot in the novel. 

“Thinking about it, I had a little bit of magic. It’s just a speck of dust. It’s about the same as Zero.” 

Harry laughed at me after looking at me for a long time. 

Zero was a slang for wizards, which meant a person born without mana. 

It was a great insult among wizards who display talents with magic abilities but it was not insulting for me as I have come from a world where there was no concept of magic. 

Thanks to that, I was not hit at all by Harry’s words who said ‘it’s a level similar to zero’ that was supposed to irritate me. 

“Yes, they all said that this was just enough to avoid zero. It would have been less ridiculous if I were normal.” 

The calm reply brought Harry back to his composure. 

I guess I had an unexpected response. 

“…… aren’t you angry? I make fun that you’re almost zero.” 

“Why will I? I was born that way. It’s not something that I can change because I’m angry. I just have to live like this.” 

“Why are humans so pessimistic?” 

“Not at all. I’m rather optimistic. I don’t think it’s a problem because I was born as a rich and high-ranking person instead of being a nominal wizard.”

Actually, I was born like this.

If Everia had a low status as a substitute for her high mana , I would have been frustrated from the moment I possessed her.

A clay spoon with outstanding ability?

‘Just thinking about it makes me tired.’ 

The incompetent gold spoon was the best way to live a life. 

“I thought all humans were obsessed with mana.” 

Harry slowly circled around me, as if he were seeing a freak. 

Like what he said, people admired wizards with phenomenal powers. 

Even more because its existence is a minority. 

So people, regardless of their status, measured mana as soon as their child was born. 

‘I sincerely hope my child was one of the few chosen talents.’ 

Harry also pointed that part and tilted his head to one side. 

“But don’t humans first measure their magic as soon as they’re born? Then your mana level would be known, they wouldn’t believe you have made that fire.” 

“It doesn’t matter. Who would dare to say it wasn’t me?” 

“What kind of confidence is that?” 

“Why? I’m the Duke’s young lady. There’s no person here that was above me.” 

There are two men above me in the Oberon Castle. 

My father who’s the duke and my brother, the little duke. 

But here, my status was the highest. 

Of course, I had no real authority to control the territory, only high status. 

All rights were vested in the Baron Insetia who was in charge of Erell. 

He was the young head of a loyal vassal family that had long served the Duke of Oberon. 

He wasn’t much of a figure in the original but according to the story I picked up during in Erell he seemed quite capable and reputable. 

But if I pointed to Baron Insetia on a stone rolling down the road and says, “That’s a gem!” Baron Insetia will say, “Yes. That’s a gem.” 

It’s because I’m Everia Oberon. 

By title, The Baron was superior to Everia but Everia was a direct lineage of the Duke. 

Even if Everia maried and her surname changed, the bloodline does not change. 

This was the status of the world. 

“And I’m not very resistant to wielding my identity as a weapon.” 

The villain Everia Oberon. How convenient is this role? 

‘No matter what you think, living as the villain is the best.’ 

*** 

“It’s on fire. Oh my god.” 

Emma’s jaw dropped as she saw the flames burning in the fireplace. 

Her face seemed to unable to believe the scenery she was seeing. 

The people flocked in front of the fireplace in my room that even the baron and the butler of Insetia, who greeted me on the first day and didn’t see me since then, showed up. 

It seemed that there was already been a rumor that I was the one who light the fire on the iron wood tree. 

“The iron wood is on fire…..” 

Baron Insetia murmured softly as he looked at the fire. 

The fire that Harry created was a little different from the usual fire. 

The overall color was similar to ordinary fire, but there was a unique blue color in the center. 

Of course, the difference was almost imperceptible unless you looked carefully. 

Even if it was noticed, it was such a small difference to the point where you wonder ‘Did I see it wrong?’ 

‘So no one knows it’s the blue flame in the mythology.’ 

As I expected, Emma and the butler were both amazed at the burning black wood. 

But the baron was different.