218 The Queen? (1/2)

Roland's expression was quite unpleasant and he was tempted to say ”You're insulting my character, how could I do that to a washboard.”

But thinking about it, he still had to trouble her to take care of Mijil, so he didn't say anything.

”Your Spell Puppet is different from normal people's. Is it your creation?” Veronica tossed her broadsword aside and two soldiers picked it up. She smiled as she continued, ”You seem to be quite the genius.”

”It was Kaka Bard who made it.” Roland shrugged and said, ”I'm his friend, he taught it to me.”

Since Roland had already agreed with Kaka that the latter would be the one to publish the spell derived from the Spell Puppet, he wouldn't argue about this.

Veronica sat down in the chair and gathered her long blonde ponytail to the left side of her chest, then fiddled it with her little finger, a gesture that added to her femininity even though she was still a young girl and very flat.

She looked directly into Roland's eyes. ”But as far as I know, Kaka isn't that smart. Derivative magic is a profound technique that even the few Archmages haven't figured out, and he can do it?”

”He's just discreet.”

”But I think you're using it rather skillfully.” Veronica laughed softly. ”Besides, I've never seen Kaka use similar spells before.”

”Maybe he wanted to surprise his acquaintances.”

Veronica was naturally not too convinced. The young people in the few big families in the capital knew each other, and everyone was clear about what level Kaka was at.

To say that the eldest of the Bard family had created the derivative spells wouldn't sound too strange, but if it were Kaka… just forget about it.

There were just some things that you were well aware of in your heart, and it wasn't good to talk about them so thoroughly and clearly—it wouldn't be good for either the speaker or the listener.

Veronica shook her head helplessly, then looked to Mijil not too far away. ”You want me to take care of this little girl, no problem. But for how long? I can't take care of her forever.”

”As short as ten days or as long as a month or two.”

”Okay. I understand.”

Roland bent down, stroked Mijil's little head, and said amiably, ”In the meantime, will you follow this sister princess? When I'm done with things, I'll come to get you.”

Although Mijil looked worried and scared, she was very sensible and nodded her head gently.

After handing Mijil over to Veronica, Roland was about to leave when the latter suddenly said, ”By the way, the long saber you used just now, what's it called?”

”Miaodao.”

”Meowdao?” Veronica's pronunciation wasn't quite right. She stood up and said, ”It seems to me that it has a matching sword training method, can you teach it to me?”

Roland looked at the other with some surprise.

”What spell?”

”Stone to Mud, and its derivative spell Mud to Stone.”

”Haven't learned that.” Roland revealed a rather intrigued expression.

”This kind of magic isn't very handy—it's usually used against cavalry,” Veronica said with a smile. ”This is a trophy I got from last year's expedition. Many people don't use this kind of magic, and it consumes a lot of magic power, so it's not actually very effective. It might be a bit insufficient in value to trade it for your sword arts, but I really don't have anything better.”

This was really just a misplaced sense of one's own value.

The things one likes, of course, felt important, and the things one didn't like, even if they were great, would be discounted.