43 The Friendship Between Little Girls

"Too fragile."

Seeing this, Lane said.

Ivette didn't reply but immediately summoned another cluster of flames... No, this time it should be called fire.

A flame was burning vigorously in Ivette's hand. Although it was much weaker than the flame summoned by Nanali, it was still enough to show Ivette's magical talent.

But Lane still shook his head: "No. Only such a small flame can be summoned. And it must be stable and controlled freely. This is a compulsory course for Magic Swordsmen."

Ivette nodded, put away the flame and summoned it again.

Summoning a stable small flame was much more difficult than summoning a raging fire.

Not to mention reaching the level of being controlled freely.

This required the caster not to make the slightest mistake in every step from converting the magical elements, to guiding the magical veins, to the timing and accuracy of casting the magic.

For a long time after that, Ivette kept repeatedly releasing the fire element magic. Lane just folded his arms and watched aside, giving some advice from time to time.

In the training process of Magic Swordsmen, this was the simplest step and also the most important one.

Nanali, who was watching aside, also tried to summon the flame a few times. Because of the innate advantage of the Summoner talent, after just a few attempts, a small and tenacious flame was born on Nanali's fingertip.

Seeing that Nanali summoned such a flame so easily, Ivette's competitive spirit was also aroused and she tried even harder.

"Don't be distracted."

Lane pointed out beside her: "As a Magic Swordsman, your state of mind must never be chaotic. Even on the battlefield, you must ensure absolute calmness. Because once you lose your composure, it's very easy to be counterattacked by the professional characteristics of the Magic Swordsman."

"... Yes."

Ivette calmed herself, excluded distractions and continued to seriously ponder over the fire element magic. Soon, she entered the state.

Nanali found that she seemed to have done something wrong and embarrassedly put away the flame.

It feels quite simple...

At this moment, Nanali suddenly felt a pressure on top of her head. Seeing that Lane appeared beside her at some point and was rubbing her head with his hand, with a faint smile on his face:

"You mastered it so easily. You deserve to be Nanali." "I said don't touch my head..."

Nanali blushed and slapped Lane's palm away like a kitten waving its paw. The movement was still soft, seemingly resisting but actually welcoming.

It seemed that Nanali was becoming more and more accepting of these small movements...

Looking at Ivette who was still repeatedly summoning the flames, Nanali asked in a low voice:

"Lane, do you think... When will Odice master the summoning method of the flames?"

"Soon."

Lane said with a faint smile.

As a result, at the moment Lane's words fell, a small and tenacious flame also emerged in Ivette's hand.

Seeing this, Ivette showed a happy expression and just wanted to turn her head to look at Lane. But a feeling of dizziness rushed to her head and the flame in her hand suddenly went out.

Instinctively covering her forehead with her small hand, Ivette staggered two steps and just managed to stand firm.

It seemed that her mana was exhausted...

"Let's practice here for now. I saw the flame you just summoned. It's very good."

Lane stepped forward, supported Ivette's shoulder and said softly: "Stay here for lunch at noon. Have a good rest. We'll continue practicing in the afternoon."

"... OK."

Ivette took a while to recover before replying with one word. Apparently, the feeling of excessive mana consumption wasn't pleasant.

It was only at this time that Ivette realized that unconsciously, it was already noon.

"Let's still rest in my room. I'll call you when it's time for lunch."

Nanali said.

A trace of a smile squeezed out on Ivette's small face: "Thank you, Miss Yaxi..."

"I said there's no need to thank me!"

Nanali turned her head away, not looking at Ivette:

"And, just call me by my name in the future. 'Miss Yaxi' doesn't sound good..."

"I know."

Ivette was stunned for a moment first, then nodded solemnly: "Nanali, then please call me by my name directly in the future. To be honest, I don't like others addressing me by my surname."

After all, when others mentioned Odice, they often thought of Marquis Odice himself, that is, her burly father who was stronger than an Orc.

Whenever others called her Odice, Ivette felt as if that person was saying she was a burly man...

Nanali... Is this considered making a friend?

Lane pinched his chin and couldn't help but think.

In Lane's impression, this should be the first time Nanali made a friend of the same age.

Back in the mansion, Ivette entered Nanali's room with the support of her maid. Nanali idly looked at the flowerpot with Sayoran seeds on the table.

Lane walked into the kitchen and Darrie followed behind Lane carrying a bag of just-bought ingredients:

"Mr. Lane, I've bought all the ingredients you wanted."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Lane nodded and took the ingredients.

Saying they were ingredients, in fact, most of them were medicinal materials, and the vast majority were medicinal materials used to nourish magic and energy.

Before teaching Ivette to summon the flames, Lane had already anticipated this situation, so he asked Darrie to buy these ingredients in advance.

"Mr. Lane, are we going to... use these medicinal materials to make lunch?"

Seeing Lane placing the medicinal materials one by one on the cutting board from the bag, Darrie couldn't help but ask.

Lane nodded: "If we just boil them into medicinal soup, it would be too bitter to drink. Using them for cooking, although a part of the medicinal effect will be lost, it would be enough."

—Won't this make the dishes taste bad?

Darrie opened her mouth and was just about to ask such a question. But thinking of Lane's amazing cooking skills, she still swallowed the words and began to assist Lane.

For today's lunch, Lane decided to cook an extra pot of soup and could put more medicinal materials.

For those bitter medicinal materials, neutralize them with ingredients with a fresher taste. Coupled with the seasoning sallocate by Lane, the taste couldn't be bad in general.

After cooking the soup first, Lane started to make the main course.

"By the way, Mr. Lane, when I was out buying things and passing by the newspaper office, I showed the person in charge there the 'Cinderella' you wrote. The person in charge there liked your story very much and decided to publish it in the newspaper tomorrow. They also want to meet you." While handing the cut vegetables to Lane, Darrie said:

"The person in charge of the newspaper office said that if the response is good, they can have a long-term cooperation with you. At that time, they can give you one-tenth of the profit of the newspaper."

One-tenth of the profit of the newspaper in Atel City. This was not a small amount.