I made up magic and taught a world-destroying witch?

Chapter 101 Power Begins with Reaching Out

The blue-tailed finch in the cage flapped its wings again. Grace quickly came to her senses. It was too early for her to think about these things. At least she should first truly learn the guiding techniques that the master had mentioned.

She wanted to hear an echo from the future, to know whether the sky she had just seen was just a sudden thought, or whether there really was a path to it in the distant future.

Grace continued walking down the corridor, and just as she turned a corner, she heard a suppressed cough. A man was walking from another corridor, carrying a stack of documents.

"Lord Lance?" Grace stopped in her tracks.

The man immediately looked up upon hearing the voice, and after recognizing Grace, he quickly stopped and bowed.

"Your Highness Grace." He had barely finished speaking when he couldn't help but cough twice, looking down.

Are you alright?

"It's nothing," Lance straightened up. "It's just a minor ailment I developed some time ago. I hope Your Highness won't find it amusing."

Looking at his face, Grace suddenly remembered that when she and Mia went to Grey Pigeon Town to find Mr. last time, she seemed to have seen the carriage of the Inner Court Special Affairs Office. As an Inner Court Special Affairs Officer, Lance was very likely to have conducted an investigation with Mr.

Just as she was about to ask, a maid's exclamation suddenly came from the other side of the garden.

The blue-tailed finches that had been bumping into the walls above the pavilion had somehow flown to the vicinity of the corridor. They were probably a little dazed from being hit by the invisible barrier, and suddenly pounced on a passing maid, their claws hooking onto the floral ornament in her hair.

The maid was startled. She was holding a tray full of tea sets in her hand. She instinctively raised her hand to shoo the bird away, but she didn't expect that her foot would step on a stone brick on the edge of the corridor that had been wet by the gardener. Her shoe slipped and the maid fell to the side along with the tea tray in her hand.

Before the nearby guards could react, Grace had already instinctively raised her hand, and a thin purple thread flew from her fingertips. The thread first wrapped around the tea tray in the maid's hand, then looped to the side and hooked around her waist.

The maid, who had already lost her balance, paused in mid-air as the purple thread gently pulled her back half a step. She staggered to her feet, and the porcelain cups on the tea tray clinked together, making a few soft sounds. Only a little black tea spilled onto the edge of the tray.

Before the blue-tailed finch could fly away, the two guards nearby had already caught it.

The surroundings were quiet for a few seconds.

The maid glanced at the tea tray in her hand and then at the purple thread still wrapped around her waist. Grace then realized what was happening and gently pulled the purple thread back with a flick of her finger.

"Your Highness—" the maid hurriedly knelt down, "I'm sorry, I wasn't watching my step."

"Get up first," Grace said. "Are you hurt?"

"No," the maid quickly shook her head. "Thank you, Your Highness."

The guards nearby looked at Grace, their surprise impossible to hide.

"Was Her Highness the Third Princess using magic just now?"

"No spells are needed, and no tools are required—"

"Could that purple line be the new magic that's been circulating in the academy lately?"

Another court mage who had arrived also stopped not far away. He first checked on the maid's condition, then couldn't help but look at Grace and ask, "Your Highness, are you able to cast spells steadily now?"

Grace felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by those around her. In the past, whenever the court magician examined her, the most common things he would say were, "Try again," "Don't be nervous," or "You might not be feeling well today."

At that time, everyone looked at her as if they were afraid that if magic was mentioned, she would be embarrassed by another failure.

"It's just a new spell that Professor Grantham taught me," Grace said. "I haven't fully mastered it yet."

The expressions of the people around them became even more shocked.

How could someone grab a person and a whole tea set at the same time in such a short time without even fully mastering it?

What exactly is Professor Grantham, who is rumored to be researching new magic, teaching the Third Princess?

Lance stood to the side, silent ever since the purple lines appeared. He had witnessed firsthand how the old magic failed him in the well, and he had seen Professor Grantham burn through the black lines—which even the church's blessings couldn't handle—with a red-gold spark he had never seen before.

At the time, he thought it was a special spell mastered by Joseph Grantham himself. He never expected that in such a short time, the Third Princess would also learn it.

"Professor Grantham is indeed a remarkable person," Lance suddenly said.

The sunlight from those around him fell on him, and Lance coughed lightly before adding, "To enable His Highness to master a magic that has never existed before in such a short time, whether as a mage or as a mentor, he deserves our respect."

Grace's previously suppressed emotions, fueled by her father's words, finally eased slightly. At least, not everyone who witnessed the Master's power immediately thought of how to control him. Some even felt that his actions themselves were worthy of respect.

"Professor Grantham has indeed taught me a lot," Grace said softly.

"Your Highness is very fortunate to have met such a teacher." Lance nodded, then coughed a few times.

"Are you sure you don't need to have the royal physician take a look?" Grace asked worriedly.

"Please don't worry, Your Highness," Lance said, bowing to her. "I still need to send over these supplementary records, so I won't disturb you any longer. Farewell."

Grace stood there, watching his figure slowly disappear around the corner. "Don't worry," she thought, "everyone seems to like saying that to her lately."

Grace looked down at her fingers. When that purple line appeared, she hadn't even had time to think. She had just instinctively reached out her hand when she saw the maid about to fall.

She can't hear any echoes from the future yet, but at least this purple line has managed to hold onto someone who is about to collapse.

If she truly masters the art of guidance, could she also find a path for her husband when he needs it?

If she wanted to help her husband, she shouldn't take advantage of his trust in her, as her father suggested, and bring him to the position that the royal family had already arranged for him. She should first make herself truly powerful enough to stand by his side.

Only in this way, when the invisible fence reappears, will she not end up like that blue-tailed finch.

Meanwhile, Mia traveled by carriage all the way back to the Blacksmith and Fireworks Street in the southwest of the capital. The shop in Grey Pigeon Town was just a branch; the real blacksmith shop belonging to her family had always been in the capital.

Before the carriage had even come to a complete stop, Mia could already see the familiar old wooden sign at the street corner through the window. Hanging beneath the sign was a hammer, somewhat warped from being pounded, said to be the first thing her father had independently forged in his youth. Although it looked more like a shoe than anything else, her father had always considered it the beginning of the family craft, and had insisted on hanging it there for so many years.

Mia had asked before why, since it was a craft passed down through generations, they didn't just forge a better-looking one. Her father thought about it for a long time and finally told her that forging a new one would be a waste of iron.

She had just jumped off the carriage when shouts came from the blacksmith's shop.

"Mia?"