Fake Princess
CHAPTER 41
Melani would have recognized me if she saw me. I knew him, at least from afar, since childhood. Maybe I wouldn't care if I sat on the edge of the fountain enjoying the fact that I would soon have a place on campus, convinced that I had a place in life. But now, with my current situation, I care a lot. I don't want to be seen as a lost and lost person who will soon become a reality.
The veil I used to cover my hair was already messy because I was tugging at him nervously while in the Receiving Officer's office. I let my veil dangle forward to blur my face and bow my head as Melani passed by. Even so, I couldn't help but glance at the woman, my heart pounding as I waited for her to recognize me.
But nothing happened. The look in his eyes flashed past me and moved away as if I were just part of a pond. Melani raises her hand as she greets someone across the yard, then leaves.
I should have been relieved, but I don't know why I feel sad.
The problem is the same, Melani who did not recognize me at all and rejected the campus. Without a noble title or money that could cover that shortcoming, I am nothing. I have no social class and no chance of getting it. At first I suspected that the witch campus would allow me a place in the world, no matter what social class I was born into. Now, however, while sitting in the courtyard, not considered by anyone, I realized that all this time I had never heard of a Thorvaldian magician with the typical accents of someone from the lower classes, I have never heard of a student entering for a scholarship.
I had never thought of this before, just like the people around me now. But surely that's a crazy thing, letting people have wild magic inside them, just because they're not royalty or born into a rich family? Surely the king & queen would have realized that & ordered the campus to change their rules?
No, whispered a soft voice inside my head. Why would they care about a poor man who hurts himself or his family with magic he can't control? However, they were willing to let the son of a penenum be killed so that the real princess could live.
The water exploded and churned around my finger, sending waves to the other side of the fountain. Out of fear and shock, I pulled my arm so hard that I fell from the edge of the fountain and landed on the surface of the courtyard stone with a loud voice. My ears were roaring and lightning was snatching in my muscles. I hurt myself, this is the third time I have used magic unintentionally for the past three days, maybe I will kill myself before I can find a Farvasee witch who can train me.
“ Well, it's impressive, well, impressive.”
The words interrupted my chaotic thoughts, and as I looked up I saw someone standing on top of me.
The man laughed while looking at me.
“ Really, you can't sit on the ground any longer. I can't accept shit or dirty people. Messy, yes, & messy people, unless I'm looking for a plant, then it's not helped anymore.”
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