Have you ever been a witch? Take this fireball!

Chapter 43 Two people, nobles

Crackling sound.

The firewood crackled and popped in the fire.

The three sat quietly around the fire.

Dorothy held a wooden bowl full of vegetable soup in her left hand and a loaf of dry bread in her right.

Elor used a fork to pick up a piece of salted meat from the pot and put it in Dorothy's bowl.

"Here, Dorothy, you've had a hard day's battle, eat something."

"..."

Dorothy glanced at Leonce.

After seeing Elor fork meat for Dorothy, Lyons noticeably tightened her grip on the wooden bowl.

But she remained expressionless, her face cold.

This, however, made Dorothy somewhat uneasy.

She's here to repair the relationship, not to destroy it!

Dorothy could sense that Leona's jealousy towards her was starting to rise, and if it continued, it would turn into hatred!

At this moment, we must break this awkward atmosphere, otherwise things will become very difficult later on.

So Dorothy decided to change the subject and change the mood.

Fortunately, we now have a place to discuss this.

"Cough, those mercenaries were pretty strong today, especially that mage, he was a big threat. It was all thanks to Leons's ground spikes, otherwise they would have been really hard to deal with."

Dorothy then looked at Leonce.

Thank you.

Leonce put down the bowl she was holding, opened her mouth, and spoke in a cold voice.

"That mage is at an intermediate level and can easily break through the magic shield on Elor's body."

But as soon as Leons finished speaking, Elor retorted somewhat unconvinced, "Hmph, even if you didn't make a move, that magician wouldn't be a match for Dorothy."

As she spoke, Elor looked at Dorothy and said, "You'll protect me, right?"

"..." Dorothy didn't dare to reply at this point.

Leon pursed her lips.

"Dorothy's magical power is very high. She didn't show any signs of exhaustion when casting spells like that. Her magical power level may even surpass mine. However, she only knows one spell, Fireball, and its power is only at the level of a mid-level mage. If I don't intervene, even if you win, it will be very difficult."

Upon hearing Leonse's assessment, Elor simply grunted.

Although she hates Leonce now, Leonce's judgment won't be wrong.

However, Elor was also surprised; Dorothy's fireball spell was actually at the level of an intermediate mage...

Based on Lyons's words, Dorothy also gained a general understanding of her own magic.

A level 20 fireball spell is at the intermediate mage level, so a level 10 fireball spell is at the beginner mage level.

Looking at his other skills, all of them except for language were at level 10.

My level 10 sword skill corresponds to a beginner warrior.

As for Leona saying that her magical power might be above Leona's, it's probably because of her level 11 magic skill and her 53 points of intelligence.

Dorothy isn't entirely sure how attribute points are calculated, but it should double with each level increase.

In other words, to reach the next level of a Grand Mage, one needs 80 points in the Intelligence attribute, and 160 points for the next level.

Dorothy thus gained a general understanding of her own abilities.

Moreover, the power of a spell is not only determined by its magical power, but also by the spells mastered.

Therefore, your magic level cannot be neglected.

Leon looked at Elor with a serious expression.

"Elor, isn't it because you always lack judgment that the Ryan family values ​​you less and less? Until one day they will send you out for a marriage alliance for their own benefit."

"You will be taken back immediately once you leave the City of Apprentices."

"You're always being difficult. If you just asked, the Blackwood family could protect you. They wouldn't say anything for someone who's gradually becoming marginalized."

Leonce's previous silence was gone; she started talking and went on and on.

Elor simply listened quietly to what the other person was saying.

After Leons finished speaking, she calmly asked, "And what about you?"

"Strive to improve your strength and gain the family's attention."

"In the end, what agreement was reached with the Blackwood family for my sake: to find an excellent fiancé and then have even more outstanding offspring?"

"If you're doing this because of me, instead of pursuing your magical dreams, then I'd rather be taken back home."

Elor's eyes flickered slightly in the firelight, yet her words remained remarkably calm.

But Lyons was not at peace with what she heard.

Elor put down the wooden bowl, turned around and walked to the tree.

"I'm a little tired, I'll rest first."

After saying that, she climbed the tree and curled up on the small bed.

Leonce closed her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

Dorothy, having overheard their entire conversation, simply finished her salted meat slices in her bowl and then drank the soup.

She finally understood.

The main conflict between these two people is not with each other.

On the contrary, both of them actually cared about each other, but they were burdened by the same fate.

Leonce lost her appetite. She put down her bowl, looked at Elor, who was curled up in the tree with his back to her, hesitated for a moment, then climbed up the tree herself and curled up to rest.

Dorothy continued eating quietly.

Man is made of iron, food is made of steel; in this dangerous swamp, she needs to maintain her strength.

As for the conflict between Elor and Lyons, Dorothy has already figured out how to resolve it.

It could even make their relationship better than before.

Moreover, the solution is very simple.

Dorothy looked at the two people who had already lain down, a hint of helplessness on her face.

"Fine, I'll keep watch tonight."

She had originally planned to arrange the night shift so that she could get some rest.

Although meditation can replace sleep and restore energy and magic, nothing beats the comfort of sleeping.

However, those two must be in a terrible mood right now, so I'll do this hard work myself.

Dorothy threw the collected wood into the fire.

The wood, still damp, was thrown into the fire, instantly sending up a cloud of black smoke.

Once she was sure the fire could continue burning, Dorothy began to breathe rhythmically.

……

Early the next morning.

Elor opened her eyes first, and she immediately sensed the presence behind her.

That familiar feeling, something she'd known since childhood, made her instantly realize that Leonce was lying next to her.

She moved nimbly, feeling her way down the tree, and walked to Dorothy's side.

Seeing the still-burning fire, he looked somewhat apologetic.

"Oh no, Dorothy, I fell asleep as soon as I lay down last night, and you had to keep watch all night."

Dorothy looked at Elor and shook her head slightly.

"It's nothing. Make breakfast. After we eat, I have something to tell you and Leonce."

Upon hearing this, Elor's heart skipped a beat.

She wondered if it was because she and Leona had a falling out that Dorothy felt she was a burden and wanted her to go back.

She immediately became excited.

"I'm sorry, Dorothy. I won't do it again. Please forgive me this once."

"Huh? Forgive you for what?" Dorothy was stunned.

Elor suddenly went mad!

Leonce was also awakened by Elor's voice. She stretched her shoulders and opened her tired eyes.

She didn't sleep very well last night.

"Hmm, what happened?"