Should I raise you too?

"Spell: Truth"

The name of a spell represents the scope of its abilities; for example, "blood" indicates abilities related to blood.

Elisa had seen many spells, but she had never heard of the name "Truth." Literally, did it refer to an ability related to the laws governing the workings of things?

It's somewhat like a technique used by craftsmen and mechanics.

She continued reading below. "Technique" is a general term; the actual abilities used by extraordinary individuals are called "magic arts."

The male servant has just entered the extraordinary realm and should only have one first-tier spell.

"First-tier spell: The Power of My Thoughts"

What a strange name! I wonder... does it mean 'I think'? The power of my thinking?

Elisa was confused, but thankfully there was more information below.

"My reasoning is this: anything that conforms to the laws of the material world will inevitably play a corresponding role."

After reading the introduction, Elisa was even more confused.

Anything that conforms to the laws of the material world will have a corresponding effect—isn't that obvious?

What will not work once it conforms to the laws of nature?

Your ability is to make things operate according to the laws of nature? Does it matter whether you're there or not?

That's like saying one minute equals sixty seconds—utterly ridiculous!

Damn it, you took away my right to be a mother just for this useless ability?

Give me my child back!

Elisa raised her fist and delivered a series of powerful punches to the light screen.

The light screen remained motionless and unchanged.

With her arms hanging down, Elisa sighed and thought about it carefully. This ability wasn't entirely useless.

Some spells have the effect of disrupting the laws of the material world, such as the "Error" spell, which is an extremely difficult spell to deal with. It can turn front into back and left into right. The "Truth" spell is its natural nemesis.

However, such strange spells as "Mistakes" are rarely known; I only encountered one in the archipelago.

We can only hope that useful spells will appear later. Come to think of it, there were quite a few useless spells in the early stages.

Moreover, if the magic doesn't work, there's no need to worry about the male servants becoming arrogant and out of control.

Elisa tried to comfort herself, but she was still somewhat disappointed. If there were effective spells, the male servant could help her much better.

Forget it, at worst we can just prepare some more supernatural items and talismans for the male servants. Spells are useless, but these items are still usable.

She continued reading the log.

Having not slept all night, Simon was feeling tired. He used feeling unwell as an excuse to ask Maria for leave and went to sleep.

Elisa sneered, opened "The Young Lady's Late Night Class", and selected the "Gun Shooting" course.

Fighting could no longer vent her frustration; she wanted to make her male servant experience acute iron poisoning!

……

"Six hours after you shot him, Simon's understanding of firearms improved dramatically."

"Gun Shooting LV1 → Gun Shooting LV2"

Elisa nodded in satisfaction. If magic was useless, firearms would do the trick!

“Miss Elisa.” Eve heard the noise, pulled back the bed curtains, and looked at her with concern.

It's already noon, and Elisa has been sleeping for too long.

"I didn't sleep well last night," Elisa explained with a smile.

“Mr. Simon wasn’t feeling well today. I thought you were sick too.” Eve helped Elisa change her clothes.

He's driving me crazy!

The thought of that "Truth" spell still gave Elisa a headache.

She opened "Simon's Log." The servant should be experimenting with his abilities now. Sigh, he must be feeling very disappointed.

"...Simon is practicing his spells in the butler's room."

What's the point of practicing like this? The servant is really persistent. Should we comfort him?

"He used the key to open the safe and took out the £1000 estate reserve that Miss Elisa had left for Maria."

"...?!"

What are you doing?! How did you open the combination lock?! The combination lock is a combination lock; there's no key!

Something's not right, what kind of weird ability is this?!

Chapter 33 is about curly-haired baboons, I'm so sorry.

Simon counted the cash, put it in his pocket, and closed the briefcase.

Give it back! That's my money! Elisa wanted to rush out of the room and go downstairs to arrest Simon the thief.

It's one thing to be greedy for a few shillings normally, but 1000 pounds is just too much!

Simon opened the safe with the key again. The metal box was empty. He sighed and put the £1000 in cash back in.

You took all the money, so of course it's empty. Why are you sighing?

Elisa relaxed after recovering her 1000 pounds. She looked back at the entries in her journal and began to speculate.

Was the servant experimenting with a spell? Although he failed, did he think he could conjure something from an empty safe?

Why?! The "Truth" spell doesn't mention this effect at all!

Elisa was incredibly eager; as a master of the occult, she couldn't bear the unsolved mystery before her.

You better explain this properly in your "log," you bastard!

It's always the same; they only give you superficial information, and this baboon can't guess what's going on!

Elisa was acutely aware of her limited intelligence; without a doubt, she was a purebred curly-haired baboon.

Fortunately, she used extremely clever methods to complete the measures to compensate for her intellectual disability.

After quickly finishing her lunch, Elisa returned to her bedroom and, using the excuse that she needed to be alone for a while, sent away her personal maid, Eve.

She opened the wardrobe and took out a gray-black hand mirror from the pocket of a black coat. Gray mist filled the mirror's surface.

This is one of the extraordinary items around her, called the "Mirror of Mist." Its effect is to connect with the surrounding mirrors, allowing for mirror communication and mirror travel.

In the archipelago, she often uses the "Mirror of Fog" to monitor her targets; all the mirrors are her eyes and her doors.

By infusing spirituality into the "Mirror of Mist," Elisa connected with the mirror beside Simon.

The male servant had returned to his bedroom, where all the senior servants had a dressing mirror, which Elisa controlled.

Simon noticed a gray mist rising from the dressing mirror, within which swayed dark tree shadows, and he felt a sense of impending doom.

That's really perceptive.

Elisa used "Thousand Faces" to change her appearance, struck a mature pose, and projected her blurry image onto Simon's mirror.

Hehe, I didn't feel comfortable asking the male servant directly before, but now that I have the alias of a male servant mentor, I can ask whatever I want!

She adjusted her voice and asked, "What spell did you acquire?"

On the mirror, the male servant respectfully rose, bowed, and introduced the "Truth" spell and the "Power of My Thoughts".

The introduction was very superficial, much like what Elisa saw on the light screen.

That bastard! He didn't even bother to explain himself to his mentor!

Such a strong sense of secrecy? You don't trust me at all, a mature, dignified, charming, and alluring lady?

Elisa opened "Simon's Journal" to see if the servant had any ulterior motives.

Simon briefly described the technique without going into detail, believing that a teacher as wise as the moon didn't need his explanation.

I need to!

I'm so sorry, I'm a curly-haired baboon!

Elisa felt as if she had been kicked in the chest, and her chest felt extremely tight.

It turns out the male servant didn't distrust me; on the contrary, he trusted me too much and overestimated my intelligence!

"Wisdom as bright as the moon"—this kind of praise is more heartbreaking than calling me a curly-haired baboon!

And since you've already thought that way, if I were to ask you directly, wouldn't that shatter my image as a wise mentor?

Elisa desperately wanted to tell the truth, but her pride wouldn't allow it.

If I lose the image of a wise mentor, will the male servant look down on me? Will he think it's shameful to be a student of a curly-haired baboon and sever our teacher-student relationship?

Even if we don't break off the relationship, he will still look at me like I'm a curly-haired baboon.

I don't want this kind of future!

We must restore the teacher's authority!