She Becomes The Hero In Another World 30 She Meets With Magi Jasmine

Robin tilted her head sideways. "With a sword?" She replied. "Isn't that the normal way to do it?"

"Why is that a question?" Christian moaned under his breath. Then he spoke up. "Yes, the normal way to defeat a group of orcs is to use a sword. But that would be with an entire company of soldiers to distract it away. Like I said earlier, killing an orc takes great strength to even break the skin. It takes even more strength to kill it. The fact that you were able to suppress an entire group of them is a feat not usually accomplished except through magic."

"But you didn't hear about it from the marshall's report?" Robin asked. "It should have been in there."

"Since he didn't see it first hand, he must have simply used the eyewitness accounts from the villagers." Keith noted. "Things tend to get a bit exaggerated sometimes."

"...Ah!" Robin understood. It was like the game of telephone. Things tend to get lost or distorted in the retelling. Not to mention the exaggeration due to admiration of the previous Heroes. The ignorant villagers probably felt that it had to be magic for things to end so quickly.

One of the new maids brought Robin another dish just as the first one was emptied. Robin gave a friendly smile to her. "Thanks." She said.

The maid bowed her head and retreated to her station.

'Whwhwhwhwhwhat should I do!? He's so cool with that mask on! I wonder what he'd be like without it?'

The maid blushed to herself as she imagined the face of a dashing gentleman appearing from under that mask.

Of course, Robin, having no idea that she had acquired an admirer, continued to chat with the King as she ate.

"Magic, huh?" The king mused. "If that is your wish, then you'll have to be tested for apt.i.tudes. I'll have the court magician do that for you this morning. As for a magic teacher…" The king sighed.

"I'd have gotten the best in the kingdom for you, but sadly, she is not accepting students at the time."

"Wait, you're not talking about…her, are you?" Christian asked, an expression of pure terror creeping up on his face..

The king nodded. "The very same. It's the best magician in the kingdom, the one that my useless son here managed to enrage when he was under her tutelage: Magi Jasmine."

Prince Christian drooped a bit in his seat, wishing to be anywhere else at that moment. But Robin would not let the matter drop.

"Ho? And how did you manage to do that?" Robin asked. "You didn't do something foolish and mention something disparaging about her figure, did you?"

Prince Christian drooped a bit more. His silence was a blaring confirmation.

"You did? Well, no wonder she's mad at you. One of the two things one must never say about a lady, and you just had to hit the nail on its head." Robin shook her head.

"For future reference, what's the other unmentionable?" Gerard asked.

"Naturally, it's a woman's age." Robin shook her head. "I don't have time to clean up after your mess, so today I'll seek her out personally."

"In that case, I''ll have the guards-" King Zephron began, but Robin instantly shook her head.

"Do you think she won't know where they came from? She already has a grudge against your son. I'd prefer if that didn't transfer over to me when I try talking to her. Ah, but if you could provide me with directions to her place, that would be much appreciated." After a bit of consideration, King Zephron agreed not to send guards with her.

And so with breakfast finished, Robin and friends walked out into the hallway. Prince Christian excused himself as he still had a writing punishment to work on, and hurried off to his quarters with a red face.

"You sure you don't need any guards?" Keith asked.

"Nope. Some of Christian's bad luck could rub off on me." Robin quipped.

"Tell the truth." Keith rolled his eyes.

"An excort is a sure-fire way of telling everyone 'HEY! h.e.l.lO! I'M THE FLIPPIN HERO AND THIS IS MY REAL FACE RIGHT HERE!' Isn't it?" Robin replied.

"Keith glanced away. "Maybe so, but you shouldn't blame it on Prince Christian. He's got a lot of troubles to worry about."

"And half of those aren't of his own making?" Robin pointed out.

"Hero Robin, um...can I come with you?" Gerard asked.

Robin looked at Gerard and smiled. "No can do, Gerard. I'm about to meet with a magician who might be in a really bad mood. I'd hate for you to get caught in the crossfire and turned into a frog or something."

"Oh..." Gerard looked down a bit.

Robin glanced around and took a small notebook out of her magic bag, lowering her voice. "However, what you can do is to go give this notebook to Ponshieu. It has a few recipes that I'm sure he would love for someone to taste test for him."

"Do I have to give it to him now?" Gerard asked, feeling somewhat full from breakfast.

Robin grinned. "Nah, just give it to him whenever you start feeling hungry. Most of these are really quick and easy to make, so it should be fine."

"Okay!" Gerard's face broke out into a grin and he headed towards the garden.

Robin chuckled a bit as she watched Gerard leave.

"I am wondering when you had the time to write all of those." Keith noted.

"It's my fast food book. I wrote down quick and easy recipes that can easily be put together within a quarter of an hour for those days when I didn't have much time to cook." Robin said. "It should qualify as a starter lesson for Ponshieu."

"I see. So you'll be off to Magi Jasmine's then?"

"Yep! If I'm not back by tonight, a.s.sume I've been turned into a frog." Robin joked.

"That actually might be possible if it's her..." Keith muttered.

Robin punched Keith's arm. "See? And there you go saying bad things about her. You're as bad as Christian!"

As Keith watched Robin walk away, he rubbed his arm ruefully. "Heh! No one is as bad as Christian when it comes to tact." Keith corrected under his breath.

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Following the directions, Robin took a carriage to the western edge of the capital, where a small forest of fruit and nut trees were allowed to grow. It was at the end of a path to the center of the woods that Magi Jasmine's building stood. As Robin stopped at the front door, she was about to knock, when she heard a voice.

"Oh, knocking's not necessary. Magi Jasmine has a silence spell on the door, so she can't hear people knocking."

Robin turned about, and came face to face with a fairy.

"You're not part of the Baff company, are you?" Robin asked.

"What? No. I am Magi Jasmine's secretary fairy, Delia. Nice to meet you. Do you have an appointment with Jasmine?" Delia swept out a small curtsey when she introduced herself.

"Um, no. I just arrived here in the capital, and I was hoping to speak to her, today, if possible."

"Well, it isn't impossible." Delia noted, grabbing a small workbook. "We have cancellations all the time, due to time constraints or other such nonsense. Ah, it looks like there is an opening this morning. You'll have to fill in a questionnaire, though."

"Beg pardon?" Robin asked. "Questionnaire?"

"This really is your first time, huh?" Delia noted. Think of it as a way to separate the truly good people from the rabble. She can tell from your writing whether you are telling the truth or not, so she uses this as a test to keep jokers and hoolligans away."

Robin nodded. "I see." After being handed the questionnaire, Robin read it for a moment, then quickly scribbled down the answer, and handed it to Delia.

"Please have a seat." Delia said, and some vines grew up out of the ground, forming into a comfey chair. Robin nodded and sat down to wait as Delia flew the questionnaire into the house via the smokestack.

Upon waiting for about ten minutes, the door to the cottage opened in on itself, and Delia appeared.

"Magi Jasmine has agreed to meet with you. Please, come inside."

Robin nodded and stood up from her seat, entering into the cottage.