My Magic Has No Upper Limit

Chapter 287: Chapter 282: I Am Already Restraining Myself

After an afternoon of practice, Zelir’s proficiency with the Magic Barrier had improved considerably.

With just a few more tries, he would be able to set the Magic Barrier as his Trigger Skill-activated spell.

’Hmm...’

’Compared to Fog Flowing Gauze, which can only block physical attacks, a Magic Barrier that defends against both physical and magical attacks is obviously better suited for handling emergencies.’

’It’s a whole new level of security.’

After saying goodbye to Lante at the Martial Arts Arena, Zelir strolled along a tree-lined path with his hands in his pockets, heading back to his inn.

As he strolled along, Zelir found himself by the artificial lake in the center of the Mage’s Guild.

It was dusk.

The sunset clouds on the horizon were like burning brocade, dyeing the surface of the lake a deep crimson.

Along the lakeshore, willows swayed gently in the evening breeze, which leisurely plucked the last few leaves from their long branches.

This was the most scenic spot in the Mage’s Guild.

Zelir slowed his pace, savoring the rare moment of tranquility.

The sound of chatter and laughter drifted faintly on the breeze from the Lake Heart Pavilion on the opposite shore.

Zelir’s gaze swept casually across the water, and among a group of girls, he caught sight of a familiar figure.

’Hmm... Is that Bev?’

In the Lake Heart Pavilion, several young female Mages dressed in exquisite silk attire sat together in a circle.

Although they were all Mages, their current topic of conversation had nothing to do with Magic.

"Sigh... This is so frustrating."

A curly-haired girl in a long, pale yellow dress looked utterly distressed.

"What on earth should I wear?"

"The waist on the lace dress I had made last year feels a little tight now. If I wear that, I won’t even dare to eat any cupcakes."

"Me too... It’s too late to lose weight now. Sigh. It’s all that dessert shop’s fault."

"Why not just go for a bolder style? What about a dress with a high slit and a plunging neckline?"

"I’d never dare to wear something like that..."

"But this is the Winter Ball! I heard that this year, not only will the heads of the major merchant guilds be there, but lots of young nobles as well..."

The other girls chimed in.

"Exactly."

"I’m hoping to meet some promising Knights, or the young masters of other distinguished families."

"It’s a ball, not a networking event."

"Aren’t balls for networking? You have no idea. After every ball, in the small garden..."

"That’s so shameless! What are you talking about?"

"But it’s true, tee-hee..."

Many of the female Mages in the Mage’s Guild were also nobles, hailing from minor noble families in Black Stone Town and its surrounding areas.

Their dual status as Mages and nobility was undeniable, making them the center of attention wherever they went.

But even within this prestigious little circle, Bev Alberti was undoubtedly the most dazzling pearl.

The Alberti Clan’s power far surpassed that of the other families, making them nobles among nobles—powerful enough to host the Winter Ball.

And those members of high society who received an invitation felt deeply honored.

"Alright, alright, stop worrying."

Bev propped her chin on her hand, a lazy look on her face.

Despite being the daughter of the ball’s hosts, she seemed rather distracted.

"Isn’t it enough just to dress appropriately? As for finding a sweetheart, that’s not determined by your clothes, is it? That’s all about chemistry."

"It’s easy for you to say that, Bev. Who wouldn’t be jealous of your face and figure?" one of the girls said, puffing out her cheeks.

Just then, Bev seemed to sense something.

Her beautiful, sapphire-blue eyes narrowed as she instinctively looked across the lake toward the leaf-strewn path on the opposite shore.

At first, Bev thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.

She rubbed her eyes and looked again, more carefully this time.

’That person...’

’Is that Zelir?’

Backlit by the setting sun, a young man’s figure strolled slowly.

The wind tousled his slightly-too-long, jet-black hair, revealing an exquisitely handsome face.

The black, trench-coat-style Magic Robe he wore accentuated his already tall and slender frame, making him stand out even more.

’So handsome...’

This was the first thought that subconsciously popped into Bev’s mind.

"So handsome..." another girl beside her sighed softly.

It was Mili, a fellow Magic Apprentice.

During the Monster Hunting raid on the Jackal Wolfman Tribe, Mili had tried to use an injured hand as an excuse to get closer to Zelir.

However, he had simply raised his hand and called Instructor Manlin over to heal the wound.

Seeing him again now, the stunning impression he’d made on her lingered.

"That’s Zelir, isn’t it...?"

"The genius Mage who’s been making a name for himself lately?"

The other girls had also spotted the "scenery" on the opposite shore.

Their chattering discussion instantly died down, replaced by a collective, sharp intake of breath and a series of meaningful glances.

"Bev."

From across the lake, Zelir waved a greeting in her direction.

Even though there were other girls there, and one of them looked vaguely familiar...

...Zelir couldn’t remember any of their names, so he simply called out to Bev.

"Bev, Zelir’s calling for you..."

The tone of the girl beside her was tinged with jealousy.

"Must be nice. He doesn’t even remember our names..."

"Zelir seems pretty aloof. I’ve never seen him interact much with other Mages."

"Bev, you and Zelir seem unusually close. Did you invite him to the ball, too?"

Although Mili was a little frustrated, she could only join the envious teasing. "Are you two together?"

Listening to the girls’ gossip, Bev felt her face flush red.

"Shh... Don’t be ridiculous."

Bev shushed them quietly, then tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She walked along the wooden footbridge toward Zelir, stopping when she reached his side.

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