The gate to the mansion was partially open to the left. However, it was broad enough to allow a small carriage to pass through. There were no guards in sight, as though the site had been vacated.


    Dorris rested her hand on the gate''s somewhat damp metal. Then she tightened her grip on the metal bars to support her shaking body.


    "Where has mdy gone?" Dorris broke into tears as they approached the Marquess'' front gate. No matter where they searched, Mya was nowhere to be found. She couldn''t sense her presence anywhere in the vicinity. "Please don''t tell me she''s still in jail!" Her voice became more concerned with each passing second. Unwanted negative thoughts were now shing inside her mind.


    Rein''s expression was strained. ''This can''t be....the dungeon reinforcements had alreadye.''


    "Perhaps we should take a look back!" Dorris yelled. She was panting severely at this point. Sweat was running down her brow as she supported herself with the gate''s pirs. Rein gave her a skeptical look.


    "You''ve already performed teleportation twice in a row." Rein asserted. "It''s using up a lot of your lifa, and you''ll still need to use itter." Rein then pulled a talisman from his robes. "I''ll be the one to go back and search for our Lady,"


    Rein was about to rip the talisman...


    "Sup?" Mya appeared behind them, smiling.


    "Mdy!" Dorris screamed. "Where have you been? Are you alright?" She hurried towards Mya to ascertain her condition.


    Mya gave them a lush grin. "I was just swept away somewhere else, but I was fortunate I had some sort of talisman on me." Then she tapped Dorris'' shoulders. "You can calm down now, don''t overwork yourself more." Mya noticed the tired look on Dorris'' face.


    "Is that it?" Rein scrutinized Mya with his perceptive hazel eyes.


    "Yeah," Mya said, her grin unwavering. ''They don''t need to know that I transferred and ended up meeting thest boss of the novel. To begin with, they have no inkling about him yet. Kayden has no idea of who I am either.''


    "Was it all my fault? I should have been more cautious while utilizing the array!" Dorris cried.


    "No. Your spell is perfect." Mya sought to console Dorris.


    "How did you find out about that, mydy? You don''t even have any magic! You can''t possibly sense any magic. It''s really all my fault. Wahhh."


    Mya felt a knife struck her in the chest. ''Ah, this kid, can she get much blunter than that? And how she can still chatter about so many things despite her state.'' But that''s right, in a world where magic exists, Mya was born without it. Since she arrived in this world, Mya depended on talismans, other magical artifacts, herpanions, and her understanding of the novel up until this point. This is also the second reason why she wanted to travel this world. To gain her own magic; the forgotten tenth ss of magic.


    "Ahhh!" They all turned to look as they heard criesing from within the mansion.


    Mya adjusted her hood and began walking to the Marquess'' mansion''s front entrance. She shoved the door open, and what she saw next made her want to cheer. Inside the mansion, another hunk for her eyes to feast on was creating mayhem. But, unfortunately, there was no time to squander for the time being.


    "Mdy, they are already heading this way," Dorris whispered. ''I already consume so much time from that encounter with Kayden. Any moment they will be here. We should wrap things now.''


    "Ah, what a wreck," Mya grinned at the sight in front of her.


    "This is enough, Sir Nichs; that man will be apprehended shortly by someone. We have fulfilled our end of the agreement; all the girls are now free." Mya gave a short nod as she ced her right palm on her left chest. "Thank you for providing us with a diversion."


    "I see...so you''ve already done your part, then I''ll finish this now," Nichs said as he lowered his arms, causing all the cards to descend down in an instant.


    In defense, the Marquess closed his eyes and crossed his ws. But after a few moments of silence, he felt nothing. He gradually opened his eyes. All of the cards did not strike him; instead, theynded on the ground, forming a perfect circle and in the center, he stood.


    The Marquess copsed on the ground, sweating profusely. He felt like half of his life had already passed him by. ''Just who are these people?'' He couldn''t help but tremble.


    "Aw, you frightened the poor old man," Mya remarked, her voice tinged with pleasure, "Though I truly wanted to impart more lessons about this man." She could still recall how this man damaged her book when she was on the market.


    ---???---


    "Is that book more intriguing than me, youngdy?" The Marquess grabbed her book and tossed it on the ground. A carriage passed them at the precise moment and rolled its wheel to the book.


    "You''re young and lovely; be my mistress, and I''ll give you everything!" The Marquess nced at her with a nasty expression.


    It was already her intention to attract the marquess'' attention and be imprisoned. ording to her intel, anyone who rejects the marquess'' proposals to be his mistress would be charged with theft and imprisoned. But still...


    "Ah, he has done it." When Mya saw her book torn into bits, a demon within her awoke.


    The marquess took a surprise sharp uppercut. Mya was about to kick his most prized possession, but a knight was able to protect it. The knight''s shield, on the other hand, received a sharp-sounding cracking noise. The marquess'' next generation would be gone if the knight was even a secondte.


    They both grew blue at the sight of the shield. "This-this ungrateful wench dragged her to prison in an instant!" The Marquess yelled as he moved a few steps away.


    The knights dragged Mya towards the jail for the simple reason of assaulting the pig head marquess.


    ---???---


    ''Seriously, just reminiscing about it made my blood boil.'' Mya''s smile grew ominous looking at the fallen state of the marquess. ''Who would believe that this man, was once a general and part of that tiger n? He looked like more of a pig now.''


    "Marquess Gridon, I apologize for this harsh treatment," Mya said derisively to the marquess. She walked up to him and bent down on his level.


    ''This scent!'' The Marquess was surprised. It was the scent of the ungrateful wench who punched him two days ago.


    "Marquess, we meet again." Mya gave him a sickly-sweet smile.