CHAPTER 578: CHAPTER D211: THE GOLDEN MOCKERY_3

But after all, she’s the Hero sister. Perhaps she was delayed by some unexpected event on the road.

Or maybe she got lost while killing Goblins, hehe.

However, I believe they will definitely arrive safely.

Dad, you also need to take care of your health. I’ll come back to celebrate your birthday with you next year!

——Your beloved daughter.

[Noble Lady of the Border LV21]

Strength: 16

Agility: 23

Constitution: 25

Intelligence: 62

Perception: 64

Charm: 60

Skills:

Heavenly Element Mastery LV3: Spellcasting ability of all elements.

Red Magic Book LV3: Critical hit probability when casting shape power spells.

Special Skill:

Elemental Intuition: Extraordinary elemental perception talent, able to sense most real elements and convert them into similar spell models (-1), and Professional Coefficient +1 (increases with reincarnation)

→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←

"All right."

The Noble Lady put down the pen and looked at the neat and elegant handwriting on the letter, which, although inferior to that of the Hero, was still quite presentable. She nodded in satisfaction.

She carefully folded the letter and placed it in an envelope, preparing to personally deliver it to the Royal Capital’s post office.

Although she could have handed this task to her attendants or even used a Communication Array to make a call due to her status.

But her guards remained silent because they knew the Noble Lady preferred to personally send out letters written for her family.

The Border Count’s precious jewel casually picked up her Magic Wand and opened the door of her private villa’s dormitory.

On the road, her long, night-black hair swayed gently with her steps, drawing the attention of many passersby, some even bowing slightly in greeting.

Not everyone was aware of the Noble Lady’s identity, but just by her temperament and appearance, one could understand the inescapable nobility.

Arriving at the academy’s aviary, the Count’s Chocobo Cart took her away from the Royal Capital Academy.

The Noble Lady opened the window and looked outside.

The streets of the Capital were as bustling as ever. The sight of the flowing traffic seemed never-ending, the streets and alleys filled with noise and vitality, like a heart full of energy, pumping the blood of the entire Kingdom.

Even as a princess of the border, she had to admit that such a thriving scene was something the Border City couldn’t match.

The bird carriage quickly arrived at the destination, and the Noble Lady jumped off the carriage with agile steps, walking into the main post office of the Capital.

Suddenly, an unusual throbbing sensation came from the center of her forehead, making her stop instinctively.

’What’s going on? The magic elements around—’

[Noble Lady’s Perception (30-failure, 50+ not caught up)]

D54+10=d54(5)+10=15

"Was it an illusion..." The black-haired little girl twitched her delicate nose, her brow slightly furrowed.

Just as different regions have distinct climatic characteristics, the composition of magic elements varies in different areas.

As a mage with rare talent, highly praised by the academy’s teachers, though her Magic Power was still weak, she possessed sharp senses that many powerful mages might not have.

The composition of magic elements in the air isn’t as distinctly distinguishable as smells of fragrance or stench, and ordinary Professionals find it hard to detect.

But she could discern subtle differences in them.

At the border, magic elements were always restless, giving a sense of wilderness ruggedness, and the grandeur of nature.

In the Capital, the elements were lively and spiritual, yet more peaceful than at the border.

Yet, just a moment ago, she distinctly sensed an entirely different aura—ancient, withered, and dead, as if she had transitioned from a modern bustling city to an ancient land destroyed millennia ago.

"...It should just be someone passing by with some antique, right?"

Despite a slight unease rising in her heart, the Noble Lady chose to rationally convince herself, then turned and walked into the post office lobby.

Then she heard a soft laugh behind her, low and eerie.

Not realizing that the laughter was directed at her, the still young girl took out the envelope and familiarly headed to the counter.

The lobby was bustling with people, and the post office was running smoothly, as if nothing had happened or would happen.

"What a pity, such a pity.

"Only one person sensed it, but then gave up seeking answers.

"The Royal Capital, claimed as the Knowledge Sanctuary, with people proud of their rationality—how laughable this is."

In the distance, there came [].

1.5. An aria-like high call

2.6. Filled with melancholy whispers

3.7. A calm and ruthless narration

4.8. A mocking laugh like a lick

9. A cheerful and energetic greeting

10. Great Success/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(4)=4

♛: A mocking laugh like a lick

[Male—Female]

D10=d10(2)=2

[Key of the Door LV]

D9+80=d9(3)+80=83

The young male voice was not loud, yet it echoed in everyone’s mind as if licking at their ears, evoking an indescribable discomfort.

It laughed low, with contempt in its tone:

"Those who possess knowledge should understand their own ignorance, for the larger the range of what is known, the broader the boundary of ignorance.

"The laughable thing is, you people are so arrogant, thinking even if something is unknown to you, there must be someone else who knows."

The Noble Lady, whose height was barely above the counter, was about to hand over the envelope when she felt a shiver run through her, as if instinctively sensing something.

As she froze in motion, many passersby also looked towards the source of the sound in unison.

Their eyes carried discontent, quickly locking onto the black-robed figure standing in the center of the lobby, making grandiose speeches.

"Hey, what’s with you, I’m calling the guard over!"

In the crowd, someone couldn’t bear the disgusting voice and shouted loudly.

If this were the border, a lunatic like this ranting in the streets would usually be dealt with by hot-tempered citizens before the guard even needed to step in.