I had two vials of D-Rank mana potion and a full `[MP: 90/90]` bar. It was a start, but without the `[Eternal Dungeon]`, I had no safe place to practice.
My `[Mana Dart]` and `[Minor Ward]` skills were still at pathetically low ranks, and casting them in the house was impossible. `[Lesser Light]` was quiet, but it gave almost no EXP and wouldn't help me in a real fight. My mother's watchful eyes and the ever-present, suspicious Thomas made any overt practice unthinkable.
I was a mage with a full mana bar and no outlet. The frustration was a physical itch.
The script wanted me grounded. Fine. But my only ticket out of the estate was my one, legitimate social connection.
I needed to see Rosalie.
Convincing Clarisse was harder this time. My D-Rank `[Deceive]` skill was put to the test.
"Another visit? Already?" Clarisse asked, her sharp gaze fixed on me over her ledgers. The 'financial miracle' had given her a new, unnerving authority, but it hadn't erased her suspicion.
