Chapter 68 Part 3: The Sinclair Family's Harmony and Prosperity - What Entered the Sky Eye
Excellent, young lady. Your progress is truly remarkable. It seems you've received early education beforehand. Do you have no intention of becoming a formal magician? You will surely excel at it.
I don't know if it's flattery or sincerity, but I can't strictly separate the two.
After all, good flattery always mixes in a certain amount of truth to dilute its unique poison.
Since I was born in the Sinclair family, flattery is always present like air and water and is always with me.
Accept it humbly.
It's nothing special. It's only natural since I was born in the Sinclair family.
Returning the favor with a true word.
Always the same words I've heard from Mother.
If one is connected with the noble blood of the Sinclair and Magnificent families, success is only natural.
Stopping development even for a moment is natural.
So, even if I have some aptitude as a magician, it's only natural. It doesn't even reach the level of something to be proud of.
I hope you don't take my words as mere flattery. You really have outstanding talent.
The magic teacher, Luxuria, noticed some doubt in my reaction and continued to explain.
It's not just magic for attacking or killing that has low difficulty. Just swinging a sword wildly will kill people, after all. But to master such delicate techniques like the Sky Eye magic I've just learned, you need truly exceptional senses.
It's still a long way to go. All thanks to my teacher.
Hey, it's not that bad, you know? Hmph! I'm not the kind of easy woman who gets happy just because someone praises me like that!
Although the smile on her face is bright and cheerful, which doesn't match what she's saying....
Somehow, among all the many people I've seen so far, this person is particularly easy to understand.
I feel a bit of affection for her.
Hah! Anyway! Please allow me to actively use magic even outside of class to master the techniques. There are many things in this world that don't require it, but the most important thing to master magic is endless diligence and practice. Do you understand?
I will take it to heart.
After Luxuria left the room, I immediately sat on the chair and organized my body's magic power.
The advice she gave wasn't something I particularly needed.
Even without her telling me, I would have naturally practiced diligently.
In other words, it was like advising a tiger to hunt hard.
Fortunately, the magic I learned today didn't require a wide space and could be performed in my seat, so it was convenient.
[Sky Eye Shout Bite Weg]
Closing my eyes, I divided the body's magic power and chanted.
Then my consciousness rose far away and viewed the mansion with the sensation of a bird flying in the sky.
This is truly magic.
Shooting lightning from my hand to eliminate enemies.
Spitting heat from my mouth to create fire.
Although these look flashy and miraculous from the outside, in reality, they can be achieved in many other ways.
Without shooting lightning, I can kill enemies from a distance by shooting arrows.
Without spitting from my mouth, there are many ways to create fire.
But to have a bird's eye view of the sky while lying in one room is impossible without magic.
How one-sided it is to evaluate magic only by the strength of the physical force it causes in reality.
I tried moving my field of vision.
Since my body is still in the room as usual, I can't turn my gaze in the usual way.
It took quite a few trial and errors to understand this strange sensation, but I quickly got the hang of it.
Forward, backward, up, down, left turn, right turn.
Since I'm not yet familiar with it, it feels slow, and if I lose focus for a moment, it jumps in a completely different direction, but for the first day, I can say it's not bad.
Although the magic is called Sky Eye for convenience, whether I can move my field of vision up to 400km away or not depends entirely on the caster's ability.
They say the magician who developed this magic really saw beyond a thousand li, but most magicians say that even with blood and sweat, they can't see beyond a hundred li.
In my case, I couldn't go beyond 50 meters outside the mansion.
It was a bit disappointing that I wanted to see the natural scenery from the book or from far away from the mansion, but this will be solved if I practice magic training more diligently.
Instead, I decided to move my gaze inside the mansion to see what the servants are doing in places I can't see.
I'm surprised to think that maids usually walk with such comfortable steps.
They must have always acted stiff and disciplined in front of me. In places I don't see, they probably end up pursuing comfort.
Some maids were even sitting and chatting while putting work behind them, even though it was supposedly work time.
This magic is only Sky Eye, not Sky Ear, so I couldn't know what conversations they were having.
It's a bit disappointing, but if they were cursing our Sinclair family members, I couldn't just let it be, so it might be for the best.
'I feel like I've become a ghost.'
Especially when the thick bodies of the workers passed through me, that feeling was strong.
I was startled and unconsciously closed my eyes, but I only realized belatedly that I had closed my eyes.
Of course, workers who passed by as if they didn't care about me didn't cause any collision with me.
...Only for a moment, when his chest passed through my field of vision, I saw his bare skin, and then his intestines were very unpleasant.
This too might be considered damage.
'Is this what it feels like when no one cares about me.'
A bit lonely but strangely refreshing in one corner of my chest.
Is this called liberation?
Confronted with a strange emotion I had never felt before, curiosity that had been deeply suppressed under the emotional sediment layers began to peek out.
Curiosity about how Mother and Father are living where I can't see.
I wanted to know if my parents, who always told me to be careful with behavior befitting the Sinclair family, are acting as they said even in the middle of me not seeing.
Of course, thinking and acting are different, so I didn't actually do that.
There are things that are better not to know in the world.
If I accidentally saw my parents' bad sides, I had a premonition that my own heart might not be the same as before.
Is there any reason to put my head in the dangerous corner knowing that?
Therefore, I decided to relieve the desire that had arisen in another way.
'Was this definitely Emil's room?'
A cousin older brother who can be very far or close.
Since we are of similar age, I had some curiosity from before, but because Mother was shooting a sharp surveillance gaze, I rarely had personal conversations.
Of course, even if there was an opportunity, I don't think we could have productive conversations.
Anyway, I am a thief who wants to steal his share, and he is a sacrifice who must have everything taken from him.
Mother claims that everything given to me is only natural my share.
I know it's not.
The rumors of departure, the existence of an uncle whose face I no longer remember, the excessively harsh attitude of Mother.
I could rationally understand that I am not the one being threatened, but the one being threatened.
...Of course, I'm not feeling any great guilt about that fact.
It's truly unfortunate, but power is something that is not easily divided.
I have no choice but to accept that my luck has ended with Uncle's early death.
If I formally take the heir position of the Sinclair family, I would at least show mercy by convincing Mother to live as long as my life, but that's all.
'...When men are alone, what do they do with their time?'
As a cousin and competitor fighting over the same thing, I have little interest in Emil.
But as a man, I had a weak interest.
Of course, I don't have incestuous desires.
Simply because Emil is the only peer-aged man around me.
Of course, there is a fiancé, but he is older, has never faced me properly, and we only communicated through letters.
It's not enough to satisfy the interest in men that naturally rises with age difference.
Compared to that, Emil is only about 2 years older than me and is close by, so it's just right.
Now, since I'm using the Sky Eye magic, no one can sense me.
Is it perfect for satisfying curiosity about the existence of men?
Moreover, since the other party is the other party, there is almost no sense of guilt about peeking into their private life.
'At this time, they might be in magic class or just finished magic class.'
Then it would be good, as it means a reconnaissance mission.
With a strange excitement as if doing something bad, I pushed open the door to Emil's room.
And what entered my eyes was Emil killing a woman.
"Eh?"
The body far away in my room let out a cry.
And I covered my mouth so that the sound that shouldn't have been heard wouldn't reach Emil.
After living for over 20 years, my head was in chaos at the raw murder scene I had never seen before, and my heart was beating explosively.
Emil was pressing the naked Luxuria's disciple - Astera - with his arm.
Naturally, the word rape murder came to mind.
How could such an unbelievable thing happen!
Does he not know that doing such foolish things will give him grounds for punishment?
Astera's lips were twitching. It seemed like she was saying something, but I couldn't hear it. Why doesn't the Sky Eye magic have the Sky Ear function attached?
As if answering, Emil's lips also twitched. It doesn't come through either.
Frustrating.
More strength entered Emil's arm.
Astera's face turned red, and tears and saliva poured out.
Meanwhile, the corners of Astera's mouth were soaring into the sky without knowing the height. It was truly, truly like she was laughing.
"Hah!?"
Astera and I made eye contact.
I wanted to think it couldn't be, but the other party was a magician.
Perhaps it really was eye contact.
Astera's lips moved greatly.
Her lips moving very large as if to read it, probably saying this.
'K'
'F'
'Good'
'A'
♥
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"Haaaaat!!!!?"
I opened my eyes.
That meant my Sky Eye magic had been released.
At that moment, the body's reactions that I had only vaguely felt until then hit my consciousness like a storm.
Trembling lips.
Heart pounding.
Sweat pouring like rain.
Fingers that had almost turned blue from gripping the chair too tightly.
But such physical reactions were not important to me at all.
I stood up from my seat.
And ran down the corridor.
I knew it was an action not befitting a noblewoman's daughter, but I didn't hesitate.
Among the many corridors of the mansion, I ran down the least used corridor to the small room that could be mistaken for a servant's room and knocked on the door with all my might.
"Emil! Emil! Come out right now! Emil!"
At this moment, perhaps I could still save her.
Perhaps I could prevent a murderer from appearing in the Sinclair family.
I poured that desperate feeling into my fists and beat the door wildly.
But no answer came back.
In desperation, I even thought of breaking the door with magic and breaking in.
But I didn't need to do that.
"What's the matter, Seras? You're looking for me."
The door opened, and Emil's face greeted me.
Despite just killing someone a moment ago, he was shamelessly unperturbed.
I immediately pushed Emil away and tried to rescue the victim in the room.
But that was also unnecessary action.
"Oh my, Seras-nim.... If you come looking at a time when you're supposed to be studying magic, it's troublesome. Emil-nim was concentrating hard for once."
Astera stood there as if nothing had happened, lightly blaming me for interrupting the lesson instead.
"W-why...."
Then what I saw was...
"Please don't blame Seras too much, Astera. There must be something you want to say."
Emil said this while slightly nodding his head.
But there was no business. It had disappeared.
In the end, I left the words that I was sorry for disturbing and turned my back on Emil's room.
"What on earth happened? Was it a hallucination? Did something go wrong with the magic chant?"
While thinking of various possibilities, I returned to the room.
Even if what I saw was reality belatedly, I reflected that rushing into Emil's room alone was unreasonably dangerous.
I should have brought someone to protect me.
...But even if I had, it might have been too late. Yeah.
Yes. Although my actions might have been a bit reckless, they weren't wrong actions.
Thinking this way, I felt a bit more at ease.
...Anyway, I need to find out a bit more about what exactly happened in Emil's room.