My Magic Has No Upper Limit

Chapter 258: Chapter 257: You Are a Socialite

Zelir had barely taken two bites of his steaming hot meal when the door to the Night Flower Inn was pushed open again.

This time, it was surprisingly someone Zelir knew.

She wore an elegant, well-fitting long dress, and had dazzling golden hair, deep sapphire-blue eyes, and a pretty, captivating face.

It was Bev.

"Zelir!"

The moment Bev saw Zelir, she immediately hurried over, even ignoring Aurora’s greeting.

"Bev..." Zelir greeted her.

An anxious expression was clearly visible on Bev’s radiant face. "Zelir, I heard there was a problem with that quest you took."

"It’s fine, I’ve already handled..." Zelir hadn’t even finished speaking when Bev cut him off.

"How could it be fine?"

Bev looked around, then lowered her voice.

"Everyone in the Mage’s Guild is talking about it. It seems to be related to some Cult. You didn’t get hurt, did you?"

"I did get hurt... As for the Cult, you know how it is. They’re all lunatics,"

Zelir said reassuringly.

"But Instructor Manlin and Instructor Marvin came to Falling Leaves Town, didn’t they? Everything’s been handled properly, and my injuries have been healed."

"Honestly... Zelir, you can’t be so reckless in the future."

Bev complained to Zelir softly.

"I was so worried about you, and you even ran off to a noble’s estate to detain someone... Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?"

"Well, I was afraid he would run away or destroy the evidence..." Zelir said sheepishly.

"How much is his worthless life even worth? If he ran, he ran. Your safety is what’s most important."

The more Bev listened, the angrier she got. She leaned over the table and lightly poked Zelir’s forehead with her finger. "Do you get it or not..."

Bev bit her lip lightly, her eyes slightly red.

"I know, I know..." Zelir said placatingly.

Behind the counter not far away, Aurora had been pretending to wipe cups while secretly standing on her tiptoes to eavesdrop. Since the pair were deliberately keeping their voices low, she had to lean to the side, trying to hear more clearly.

’What on earth are they talking about...’

Just as Aurora was considering whether to get a little closer...

RATTLE. The main door was pushed open again.

This time, it was surprisingly another girl.

Her cheeks were dotted with a few freckles and her forehead was beaded with sweat, a few strands of hair stuck to it.

Her cute face, just like Bev’s a moment ago, wore an anxious expression.

After looking left and right, the girl found her target—also Zelir.

’It’s Eira...’ Zelir recognized the newcomer.

"Zelir!"

When Eira saw Zelir, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She hurried over to Zelir, then bowed deeply, her voice tinged with tears.

"Zelir, *sob*... I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to give you that commission!"

Come to think of it, this whole perilous journey to Falling Leaves Town had happened because Eira, wanting to help Zelir out, had given him the quest.

It was a not-so-difficult Undead extermination quest, with a reward of thirty extra Gold Coins.

But who would have thought something like this would happen.

When the news reached the Black Stone Town Adventurer’s Association, Eira was scared out of her wits.

First it was a Cult incident, then a confrontation with Nobility that required the Mage’s Guild to intervene.

For the past two days, she had been so anxious she could barely sleep, her heart filled with dread and guilt for Zelir.

’If something happened to Zelir because of the commission I recommended... what would I do?’

’Wouldn’t that mean I’d personally harmed him?’

"Alright, alright. I know you didn’t mean to. This wasn’t your fault, right?"

Zelir had just calmed Bev down, and now he had to deal with Eira.

He tried to make his voice sound softer. "The person who posted the commission was the one causing trouble. Eira, your intentions were good, I know."

"But... if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have faced this kind of danger."

Eira was still apologizing, her face on the verge of tears. "I’m really so sorry..."

"Alright, it’s fine. I don’t blame you."

Zelir patted Eira’s head to comfort her. "Besides, the outcome wasn’t so bad, was it? I even got a large sum in compensation."

"Mhm..."

Zelir’s words finally stopped Eira’s tears. "Anyway, it’s just so good that you came back safely..."

"*Phew...*"

Zelir breathed a sigh of relief.

’She finally stopped crying.’

Just as he thought to himself that he’d finally handled Eira, he turned his head and met Bev’s icy gaze.

Bev was staring at his hand on Eira’s head.

"..."

Zelir shuddered inwardly and subconsciously pulled his hand back.

It was the first time he had ever seen such an expression on Bev’s face.

After seeing Zelir pull back his hand, Bev’s icy gaze shifted to Eira.

"You’re a staff member from the Association, aren’t you?"

"Yes..." Somewhat intimidated by Bev’s aura, Eira answered in a small voice.

"I really don’t know how you people handle your commission reviews for something like this to still happen."

For the first time, Bev displayed the authority of a daughter of the Alberti Family. "Absolutely absurd!"

"I... It’s my fault..." Eira apologized once again, unable to find any excuse.

"And what good will admitting you’re wrong do?"

Bev’s tone was ice-cold.

"It seems to me that you’ve been severely derelict in your duties. Are you really suited for this job?"

"I’m sorry..." Eira’s head hung low, her expression full of remorse.

"Alright, Bev."

Zelir stopped her softly. "This has nothing to do with her. Stop giving her a hard time."

Bev still wanted to say more, but since Zelir had spoken, she had to drop it. After a light huff, she fell silent.

"It’s alright, Eira. You can go now," Zelir said.

"Mhm..."

After bowing to both Zelir and Bev, Eira left the Night Flower Inn.

"Whoa..."

Behind the counter, even Aurora was a little startled by Bev’s aura.

’As expected of a noble.’

"Are you two very close? She even recommends extra commissions to you..."

After Eira left, Bev said, a bit indignantly, "And you were taking her side like that just now."

"I wasn’t taking her side, Bev."

Zelir sighed.

"It’s just that there’s no way to blame this on her. She was just being kind by recommending a commission to me..."

"She recommends a commission and you just accept it, but back when I wanted to give you a Magic Wand, you kept refusing..."

Bev pouted her red lips lightly and leaned back in a huff. "You’re so distant with me..."

"Bev, don’t be childish."

Zelir sounded exasperated. "They’re clearly not the same thing. One is strictly business, taking a quest, and the other is a personal gift."

"Alright, you’re the most reasonable one, you big blockhead."

Bev hmphed, then reached into her dress, fumbled for a moment, and pulled out an exquisite invitation, handing it to Zelir.

"What’s this?" Zelir took it curiously, turning it over to examine it.

The invitation was made of high-quality paper that felt thick and heavy to the touch, and it bore the gilded crest of the Alberti Clan.

"In a little while, my family is holding a winter ball, and many influential people will be there."

Bev’s tone was firm. "This invitation is for you."

"But I... I don’t know how to dance."

Zelir felt a headache coming on. "And I don’t know any influential people. I’ve never been to a ball or anything like that, so I’d be completely out of my element."

"You are an influential person. Don’t forget, you’re a Mage—and the youngest Junior Mage in the Black Stone Town Mage’s Guild at that,"

Bev said. "When you come to my home, just relax. Make yourself at home."

"As for dancing... it doesn’t matter if you don’t know how. I’ll just teach you. You didn’t know how to ride a horse at first either, did you?"

"I..."

"You are not allowed to be absent, or else I’ll come to the Night Flower Inn and drag you there myself." Bev put her hands on her hips, her attitude unyielding.

"Actually, I could just hide somewhere else," Zelir said.

Seeing Bev’s cheeks puff up slightly with anger and even turn a little red, Zelir quickly added,

"Alright, alright, I was just kidding... I’ll be there."

"That’s more like it."

Bev was satisfied. "I’m leaving then. Remember to take care of yourself."

After seeing Bev off, Zelir slumped into his chair and sighed.

*Sigh...*

’I just got back to Black Stone Town and there’s already so much going on. What a headache.’

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