Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 58 - 58 58 Sister Brother and the Eve of Arrival

58: Chapter 58: Sister, Brother, and the Eve of Arrival 58: Chapter 58: Sister, Brother, and the Eve of Arrival “Ah?”

The girl was taken aback, she had never thought about this question before.

“I…

am not sure.”

Anvis smiled lightly, slowly opened his mouth and began to tell a secret she had never heard before.

“In fact, in the current Magic World, there are still a very small number of spells that do not have a true model in existence.

We only know how to cast them, but we are always unable to decipher their magic model, nor understand the specific process of the spell taking effect.

Such as Mystical Technique, Wish Technique, etc…”

“Besides, there are those spells passed down from ancient times, they are usually inscribed on rocks, clay tablets or other carriers in some weird text or patterns.

Only by deciphering them can we obtain their principles and methods of casting, these spells are also classified into the Mystical School.

The above spells are what are known as Mysterious System spells.

The Mystical School is a school established with the goal of researching and deciphering these spells.

Once the essence of a Mysterious System spell is deciphered, it will be removed from the Mysterious System and reclassified into other spell schools.”

“I see…”

Shirley nodded half-understandingly.

As he spoke, Anvis remembered the fog of Mystical Technique in his Spirit Sea and could not help feeling a bit emotional as he spoke.

“However, perhaps there are a very few spells that truly do not have a so-called model…”

At this moment, Orbins, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly raised his head, eyes staring into Anvis’s eyes.

“That view is not correct, every spell should have its model existing.”

“Albin!”

The girl gasped in surprise, shocked by her brother’s sudden interjection, and this time she was genuinely angry.

Even though they are from the same batch of Pamela newcomers, the siblings are still of commoner birth.

Anvis clearly comes from a noble family, and likely a descendant of a great noble.

Such a person is not someone they as sisters could afford to provoke, should her brother’s near impolite action anger Anvis.

With his identity, if he wanted to deal with the two newcomers, it would probably be no more difficult than pulling out the pocket watch from his pocket.

While living in the region of Rayla, she had once witnessed a merchant in the city, who, while passing by the city gate, accidentally collided into Viscount Rayla’s carriages because his horse got frightened.

The Viscount immediately ordered the City Guards to beat him up and then took him away for imprisonment.

According to her father, eventually, the merchant paid a large sum of Rose Gold Coins, and his daughter ended up as a maid in the castle, and only then the matter concluded.

“Sorry!

Anvis, my brother seldom communicates with others and doesn’t understand much about manners, I apologize to you on his behalf!”

Anvis immediately understood what Shirley was worried about, and while sighing inwardly, his face showed an unconcerned expression.

“No need to apologize, Shirley, we are friends, aren’t we?”

The young boy looked gently at the slightly anxious brown-haired girl, his deep blue eyes seemingly carrying a convincing magic power, calming the girl once again.

“In the vastness of Magic, we are all seekers filled with curiosity, yet shallow and ignorant.

Only through open communication and discussion can we move forward in the right direction continuously.”

Afterward, Anvis’s gaze turned to Albin, who had lowered his head, responding calmly.

“Many Great Mages share your view, but in the tens of thousands of years of Magic History of mankind, mystery has always existed.”

Albin looked up again, his blue eyes looking at Anvis, his expression very serious.

“Perhaps that is the case, but I still believe that ‘Mysterious’ Magic that truly lacks a model does not exist!

It is merely two types of Spells: those that have been deciphered, and those that are yet to be deciphered!”

“Perhaps so——”

At Orbins’s opinion, Anvis merely smiled gently, not directly responding.

Thereafter, neither of the two continued speaking.

Seeing the atmosphere around the dinner table turn somewhat stiff, Shirley quickly diverted the topic again.

……

“Then, Shirley, Orbins, see you at the academy!”

Pale fingers gently moved, and the dark gold cover of the pocket watch snapped shut as Anvis put it back into his coat pocket and gracefully stood up.

“See you at the academy!

Anvis!”

Shirley waved her small hand reluctantly.

“Goodbye.”

Orbins lifted his head for the first time when saying goodbye.

Elegantly bidding farewell to the two, the youth with sunshine-like hair took gentle steps, gradually blending into the crowd.

After Anvis left, Shirley also stood up, half dragging her younger brother to her room.

Upon closing the door, the girl finally took a deep breath, hurriedly activated the Water Element gathering Array, and gulped down several sips of water to calm her nerves.

As she drank, the girl glared at Orbins, clearly annoyed.

“Orbins!

Why were you being so reckless today?!

Anvis is most likely a high Noble.

If he felt offended by you, we would have been in big trouble!”

With a peculiar look, Orbins hesitated for a moment without answering, but then spoke in an advising tone.

“Sister, it’s impossible between you two——”

“Pfft——cough cough cough…”

Shirley almost spat out the water in her mouth.

“What nonsense are you talking about?!”

Suddenly choked by her brother’s words, Shirley’s face turned red, both embarrassed and angry.

Unperturbed by Shirley’s reaction, Orbins simply gazed into his sister’s green eyes, remaining incredibly calm as he continued his analysis.

“These past few days, I’ve observed many freshmen from noble families.”

“Although they were equally polite in their attitudes, I could still sense a sense of superiority, coldness, and arrogance when they faced non-Noble born freshmen.

But Anvis is different.

Even as a descendant of Nobles, he does not carry a hint of arrogance, but maintains a mild yet slightly detached attitude.

Most importantly, he treats everyone he meets with the same regard, a kind of cultivation that is not typically attainable through normal noble upbringing.”

Saying this, Orbins sighed.

“Plus, a few nights ago at dinner, there were two people who approached him with very humble attitudes.

Even though they were ultimately rejected, they did not show the slightest displeasure.

One of them I had noticed before; he was a member of those high-level noble circles to the left side of the dining hall.

And Anvis mentioned, he is from Karlars City.

So, stop deceiving yourself, dear sister.

A person of extraordinary composure, from Karlars City, and who is approached by members of the noble circles with such humility.

What do you think is his most likely surname?”