Princess's Struggle for Survival-Chapter 138: Want to learn magic?

In the morning, she and Livia had spent hours reading storybooks. In the afternoon, they had taken a nap together in bed, played a few rounds of "The Great Lord," and visited the gallery downstairs.

Livia had brought some seeds of the purple rose, and after dinner, they had planted them in the garden under the night sky. These plants grew quickly and would bloom by autumn.

Thinking of Livia holding a small Spatula, Amalia couldn't help but smile slightly, her starry eyes glistening with a faint moisture.

At some point, the aroma of grilled meat began to fill the air. Amalia sniffed lightly, her gaze fixed on the skewers on the wire mesh and the hand holding the metal skewer.

Livia's hands were beautiful, her skin fair and delicate, her fingers long and slender, the nails at the tips pink and perfectly rounded, equally flawless.

"Sister, this grilled meat smells so good..."

"It's not fully cooked yet. It'll taste even better in a moment."

Amalia blinked, then added, "Won't the smell be noticed outside?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Amalia regretted them.

Not only were they sitting so high up that the smell might not reach the ground, but even if it did, Livia, being a member of the royal family, probably wouldn't care about being questioned.

Livia flipped the skewers and smiled softly.

"There's no need to worry about that..."

"Amalia, haven't you noticed that the wind on the rooftop is circling in place?"

Compared to manipulating wind elements for high-damage spells, this kind of magic, which simply guided the breeze to flow naturally, required very little mental energy.

Moreover, with the wind element blessing ribbon gifted by the Window Arcanist Charlotte, the amount of spiritual energy needed was even less.

After hearing Livia's explanation, Amalia tilted her head and indeed felt the wind around her flowing in a certain pattern.

Magic... is truly amazing...

As if thinking of something, Amalia's mood darkened slightly. After a while, she spoke slowly.

"Sister, can I ask you for a favor..."

It had been a while since Amalia had spoken to her in such a serious tone. Livia's fingers paused slightly as she responded gently.

"What is it?"

Amalia swallowed, looking up at Livia, a faint light flickering in her eyes before quickly dimming.

She suddenly realized a cruel truth: unlike painting, which no matter how well she did, wouldn't arouse suspicion because it posed no real threat to the royal power, magic had that potential.

Hibbort might not say much if he knew she was learning to paint, but if he found out she was secretly learning magic, he might very well take it out on Livia.

"...It's nothing," Amalia said.

Seeing the sudden look of disappointment on Amalia's face, Livia narrowed her eyes. Since her hands were oily, she gently rubbed the back of her hand against Amalia's nose.

"Tell me what's on your mind. I'm your sister, not a stranger."

"I want my little princess to feel at ease with me, otherwise it would make me seem like a bad sister."

Taking a sip of grape juice, her slightly flushed cheeks cooled down. Amalia looked at Livia's gentle expression, her hands resting lightly on her knees, and after a moment, she spoke.

"I want to learn magic."

She wanted to become a mage like Livia.

"Magic?"

Livia chewed on the word for a moment, her tone still soft.

"Of course, if you're willing to learn."

In the novel, the biggest problem Amalia faced when she came to power was her weak combat abilities.

Whether it was magic or combat skills, an illegitimate daughter living in seclusion in a castle had no opportunity to learn them.

In the middle of the story, Amalia recruited a large number of guards to protect herself, and with the scepter that could nullify large-scale magic, she barely managed to control the royal power.

If she could start learning magic earlier, Amalia's future rise to power would be much smoother.

Listening to the sizzling sound of the skewers on the wire mesh, Livia spoke softly.

"It's good that Amalia often stays alone in the castle. Learning some magic will put my mind at ease."

Come to think of it, the original story never mentioned Amalia's magical talent.

Who knew what this unnamed princess with royal blood could achieve?

"Here it's a bit hot, remember to blow on it before eating."

Taking the skewer of grilled meat from Livia, Amalia stared at it for a few seconds, then slightly parted her lips, gently biting into the meat with her pearly teeth.

Unlike the usual pan-fried steak, this meat, cut into small pieces and skewered, cooked faster.

However, it didn't become tough like steak when overcooked; instead, it was exceptionally tender. Combined with the seasonings whose names she didn't know, it tasted particularly delicious.

After finishing one skewer, a faint spiciness lingered on her lips and teeth, and an indescribable herbal aroma filled her taste buds.

Amalia gripped the skewer tightly, her pink tongue lightly licking the seasoning powder that had fallen on her lips. Livia, seeing the cute action of the little tongue peeking out, her eyes softened even more.

"Does it taste good?" Livia asked Amalia.

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The golden-haired girl nodded. "It's delicious."

As soon as she finished speaking, Amalia picked up another skewer, blew on it gently, and then took small bites.

Whether it was beef or lamb, the texture and flavor were both excellent. At least for her, who was used to the royal chef's cooking, this was a unique delicacy.

To be honest, Amalia didn't usually like overly spicy and greasy food, but these skewers seemed to have a special magic that made her temporarily accept them, even enjoy them immensely.

Seeing that Amalia seemed to have been conquered by the skewers, Livia picked up one herself and chewed it slowly.

Compared to professional skewer chefs, her cooking was only average.

However, this method of cooking had a naturally high baseline, and with the generous amount of seasoning, it still tasted quite good.

If this were in other overpowered female protagonist novels, this meal might have been enough to win over a reclusive forging master, a hidden spell creator, or at least a powerful high-level magical beast to protect her.

The air was filled with the enticing aroma of grilled meat. The burning crystal stone glowed like a red-hot charcoal, emitting a faint light in the darkness.

Waves of heat radiated from the wire mesh, spreading around Livia, making her skin even more radiant. Her clothes half-covered her, making her look like a white rose blooming under the moonlight.

Amalia continued to eat the skewer in her hand while watching Livia, and after a moment, she spoke.

"Sister, have you ever been an adventurer before..."

Although the skewers were delicious, this simple cooking method was a far cry from the elaborate processes favored by the Valeria nobles, making it hard to associate with the noble Livia.

The cut meat, some powdered seasonings, and a fire that could be lit anywhere in the wild, these elements, full of rustic charm, seemed more like the work of an adventurer than a noble.

Hearing this, Livia was momentarily stunned but quickly understood why Amalia was asking.

She couldn't help but admire the princess's keen mind and quick thinking.

"Not really. If you're wondering where I learned this skill..."

The woman curved her lips, scooping a spoonful of chili powder and lightly sprinkling it on the skewer, her lips parting slightly.

"It's a secret."

Her cool voice melted into the wind, like grape juice sliding down her throat.

Amalia looked at the moonlight shimmering in Livia's eyes, then quickly put down the glass bottle in her hand.

Her smooth, white-stockinged legs gently pressed together, the hard soles of her small leather shoes making faint sounds against the floor.

She knew there were many mysteries about Livia that she didn't understand. Although she tried hard to figure them out, truly understanding someone wasn't something that could be achieved overnight.

Amalia didn't mind Livia keeping secrets from her. As long as Livia stayed by her side, she had plenty of time to slowly integrate into her life.

"Okay..."

Amalia responded softly, not pressing further, and continued to take small bites of the skewer.

Various types of beef and lamb, skewered cauliflower, and sliced potatoes, Livia had brought many things she hadn't thought of to the grill.

Though it felt strange at first, both the meat and vegetables had their own unique flavors and excellent textures, making it hard to stop eating.

While enjoying the skewers and drinking the grape juice Livia had brought, Amalia relaxed completely. The gentle evening breeze brushed against her skirt, and the person across from her was equally gentle. The peaceful atmosphere grew thicker as time passed.

A month ago, Amalia would never have imagined that her nights, which used to be spent in a daze until dawn, could be as beautiful and happy as they were now.

Sitting on the rooftop with her favorite sister, watching the stars, the warm stone stove in front of her driving away the cold, and having delicious grilled meat and sweet-and-sour grape juice when she was hungry, everything felt like a dream.

Seeing Livia set aside the skewers without seasoning, taking the meat off separately to feed Auri, Amalia blinked, and when Livia looked up, she handed her a skewer.

"Sister, this one is delicious."

Seeing the skewer in Amalia's hand, Livia's lips curved slightly, and she opened her mouth, her pearly teeth gently biting into the meat.

Feeling the force transmitted from the end of the skewer, Amalia lowered her gaze, looking at the two lips glistening with oil, as if coated with a glossy glaze, and a strange desire welled up in her heart.

After a moment of thought, Amalia's eyes darkened slightly, her fingers gently rubbing the skewer.

"Let's grill some mushrooms next, they taste good too," Livia said.

Hearing this, Amalia withdrew her gaze and replied softly, "Okay."

By the time the two sisters finished their barbecue, it was almost one in the morning. Livia packed up and accompanied Amalia off the rooftop.

"Sister, I'm going to take a bath."

Smelling the strong barbecue scent on her sleeves, Amalia spoke softly, tilting her head slightly, her emerald-green eyes quietly observing Livia.

"Do you want to join me?" Amalia suddenly asked.

The bathroom had a bathtub, but it was small, only enough for one person to lie down. If Livia joined, they would have to squeeze in, and Livia might have to hold Amalia from behind to ensure both could wash properly.

Livia clearly considered this and hesitated for a moment before gently refusing.

"You go first, I'll wash later."