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Areum, now 12 years old, had spent 5 years since the Magic Emperor found her, and if there was one thing Areum inherited from her father, it was her fascination for traveling everywhere.
"Where's Areum, Julius-sam—" Marx sighed, not finishing his sentence when the Magic Emperor was not there either.
'These two!'
Not long ago, Areum learned how to make magic tools.
Despite her age, she could already create magic tools that helped her go out without being noticed by the guards or even her papa, Julius.
Okay, it was an exaggeration to think that her papa couldn't notice her because that's clearly impossible.
Ah, yes.
All people in the palace, excluding papa, couldn't notice her.
With that skill, Marx could definitely feel that his life was constantly depleting due to the two headaches who kept going out without his permission.
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HAGE VILLAGE
"I wonder where I am right now," the 12-year-old Areum asked herself while sitting on top of this weird skull structure.
If someone's wondering how she managed to sit on top of a bone head when, in fact, she didn't know how to use magic.
The answer is simple: she used a modified magic carpet.
Originally, a magic carpet could only be used for flying when someone used their own magic to make it fly.
But of course, she didn't have any, so she had to think of other ways that would help her go out without being noticed.
That's why she learned the essence of mana in the surroundings by studying in the Heart Kingdom for 2 weeks—perks of being the Magic Emperor's daughter.
Through experimentation, time, and patience, she made the modified one happen.
She was able to make it fly by using the mana in the surroundings. She put a paper-like fan on the four sides of the carpet that would absorb and release the mana on the carpet for it to fly.
Areum held her chin, trying to remember the name of the place.
It was familiar...
Oh, right.
Hage Village.
"This is in the Forsaken Realm... I guess I was just excited to go out after that etiquette class from Krisch ni-san!" she quivered slightly, remembering the narcissistic-majestic-ten percent favorite person-royal from the Vermilion family.
But then, her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a rush of strong yet calming wind towards her way. Despite lacking mana, she could still differentiate if things were made out of magic or not—especially wind.
