"Good morning, Lady Hermione."
"Lady Hermione."
As Hermione descended the grand staircase, respectful greetings followed her from the estate's staff. It had felt strange at first, but over the past years, she had grown accustomed to the respect reserved for nobility. She was even getting used to her new title as an adopted daughter of the Rubenhart House. With a Head as imposing and composed as Ulrich at the helm, it felt impossible not to absorb the true essence of nobility.
Stepping out into the morning air, Hermione raised her hand with a confident smile. She channeled her mana, watching as her signature, warm crimson mana rippled and coalesced just above her palm. Within seconds, a delicate red bird materialized, perching lightly on her fingers. Though it was classified as a Rank 2 spell and seemed quite simple at first glance, maintaining its physical form required an important mental focus.
