Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes-Chapter 236 - 11 What Exactly Happened to the Cat?

After a brief tour around the academy with the girl, Anvis maneuvered the Floating Disc and stopped at the fountain square at the foot of the Pamir Tower Restaurant, ready for a long-awaited lunch with Fiona.

The Tower Restaurant is one of the tallest buildings in Pamir Academy, with an interior that is as beautiful and elegant as the highest-end restaurants in the Empire Capital, such as the Golden Giant Dragon Restaurant and the Gloria Royal Restaurant.

Originally, this place was the Magic Tower of the first headmaster. However, after the second headmaster took office, it was transformed into a restaurant, allowing all teachers and students free access to visit and dine.

Perhaps it was a hint that he was inferior.

According to gossip, after learning about this, the first headmaster was very dissatisfied. He once had a ’friendly exchange’ with the second headmaster in private, choosing the Endless Sea as their venue.

Whoever lost had to go home and quietly grow broad-leaved lettuce.

The outcome of the exchange between the two is unknown, but the Tower Restaurant remained open regardless.

It’s even said that the new headmaster was so pleased, he provided broad-leaved lettuce free of charge and in unlimited quantities for an entire year...

After consulting Fiona’s opinion, the siblings didn’t enter a private room. Instead, they chose a seat on the open-air terrace at the top of the tower with a wide view for their meal.

There are not many people dining here, and they are mostly upperclassmen.

Because the terrace of the tower cannot be spatially expanded, table space is limited. Thus, it’s one of the most expensive areas, which also only supports payment with academic credits.

Booking a table costs 50 credits, and aside from the real elites, few people are willing to afford a meal here.

However, since it was a long-awaited reunion with his sister, Anvis didn’t mind the expense of these credits.

Breathing in the fresh and cool air high above, enjoying the beautiful scenery of Pamir, Fiona happily took a bite of the exquisite Elf Matcha Cake, and then contentedly squinted her eyes, licking her delicate pink lips.

The smart and adorable Miss Fiona has finally grown up! No more being restricted by the butler! Yay!

When dining in the castle, one always had to be careful; the slightest mistake would be pointed out by the butler, which took all the fun away!

The bright off-white sunlight shone on the girl’s profile, making her appear exceptionally beautiful and captivating.

Next to Fiona, Kate sat on a specially designed high chair beside her, with a dish of exquisite cream desserts placed in front of it.

It was skillfully controlling its Magic Power to cut the cream dessert, similarly nibbling elegantly piece by piece without getting even a trace on its whiskers or pink nose.

Anvis’s gaze was involuntarily drawn to it, not quite sure how to describe a cat’s dining posture.

When held by Fiona, he hadn’t noticed anything, but now...

He glanced at the girl next to him, who seemed a bit relaxed in her seating posture without anyone to correct her.

He felt that Kate’s dining etiquette seemed to be a bit more perfect than its owner’s...

So, what exactly has the cat been through?

....

"So, Fiona, which academy did you choose?"

After taking a light sip of the starlight sparkling Starfine Fruit Juice, Anvis withdrew his gaze from Kate, smiling at Fiona.

"Academy... Um? Just like you, brother, I also chose the Mystical Academy!"

Swallowing the cake with gusto, Fiona lifted her face, wearing a grin as if looking for praise.

"The Mystical Academy?"

Anvis was slightly surprised, as back then, that was not your choice.

"Fiona... may I ask, why did you choose the Mystical School?"

He had a sudden unsettling feeling about the girl’s choice.

"Brother, didn’t you choose the Mysterious System?"

Mentioning this, Fiona became excited and, after taking a sip of the Moonlight Raspberry Juice, she eagerly shared her clever reasoning.

"From a young age, brother Anvis, you’ve always made the best choices.

So, when the Mage Grandpa at the academy asked me which one I’d like to choose, I suddenly thought, as long as I choose the same as you, brother, there shouldn’t be a problem—"

Looking at the girl with her triumphant expression, as if saying ’am I smart’, Anvis took a deep breath, his lips twitching discreetly.

He knew it would be like this...

And the girl chose the Mystical School, also because of his influence.

He could already imagine the expression on Duke Carrot’s face, full of question marks, as he looked at him through the crystal ball after hearing the news.

"So, Fiona... what, in your heart, is the Mystical School for?"

"Not very sure, but I suppose it’s the school that studies ancient mysterious magic?"

Fiona shook her head.

"To be precise, it’s about studying and decoding those incomprehensible spells, making them understandable."

Anvis sighed lightly, took a sip of juice, and began to speak in a pensive tone.

"I chose the Mystical School because there are things in the Mysterious Great Library that I need."

"But for you, you don’t have a goal, merely blindly following behind me.

And, with your personality, it’s probably difficult for you to settle down and spend your days in the library poring over materials, only to decrypt some ancient text, right?"

In the end, Anvis’s look toward the girl carried a touch of sympathy.

"So congratulations, you have chosen for yourself a school that’s nearly meaningless to you and also one of the most challenging in the entire Pamir Academy."

Listening to Anvis’s gradual analysis, Fiona’s expression became increasingly blank.

"Then... what should I do?"

The little girl, clear as white crystal, finally panicked after realizing the situation.

"Anvis! My dearest big brother! You will help me, right?"

Having understood her plight, the girl suddenly revealed a pitiful gaze, like a kitten, hoping to move Anvis.

"Alright, my sister... Then, this time you should carefully consider which academy you want to join and tell me within three days."

As was his habit, Anvis nodded, deciding to lend her a hand with this affair.

What can be done, it isn’t much different from always.

"That... brother, can you give me some suggestions?"

Her large eyes turning, Fiona looked toward Anvis, hoping to get some direct advice.

"You should learn to analyze and think for yourself, not try every possible means to move me, Fiona, I can’t make decisions for you every time."

Without a word, the boy shook his head, rejecting the girl’s further requests.

"Hmph~ fine, I’ll just study it myself."

Puffing up her cheeks slightly, Fiona scrunched up her delicate nose with a hint of dissatisfaction, making Anvis want to pinch it a little.

.........

However, despite what he said, Anvis knew clearly in his heart.

Though the girl is lively and fond of play, not keen on studying and contemplating, she indeed possesses the confidence to do so.

Unlike other professions, everything about Bloodline Mages depends solely on the maturity of their bloodline.

Owing to her Legendary Bloodline, even if Fiona does nothing, as her bloodline grows, she will naturally become a Ninth Rank, and among the Ninth Rank, one of the best.

For most regular professionals, the purpose of study is to master stronger spells and skills and to enhance their own power more quickly.

But if the learned magic is less powerful and effective than the class magic innate to her bloodline, then in comparison to the effort required, learning naturally becomes less necessary.

Even Anvis himself, if not for his strong interest in magic and the knowledge of a future destructive crisis, would have already turned into a layabout.

After all, lying down and waiting a little longer, one could directly ascend to the Ninth Rank, so why bother with all the intricate plots and persona crafting, studying this and that every day.

Loafing about, idly enjoying the company of Dream Demons, living a beautiful life like other ordinary noble offspring would be so much better.

But there were no ifs, the threat of the future constantly forced him to accelerate again and again.

① "From the lettuce farm of the first headmaster, Griffin Prost."

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