I materialized a sci-fi fortress in a magical world.

"Are you kidding me? How could low-level spells like fireball and wind blade have the power of level 3?"

The girl's blue eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

As an entry-level high-end training ground, the crystal ball records every spellcasting data, allowing users to make more accurate and intuitive comparisons after changing equipment or taking potions.

So the girl looked through the records again, her eyes widening.

It was discovered that this was not a coincidence; someone was able to consistently unleash low-level spells with the power of level 3.

This is unbelievable!

The reason why low-level spells are low-level is that they are limited by their poor foundation, making it difficult to improve their performance and power through external forces.

The unseen old woman also saw those records and speculated:

"It can't be Austin, so it can only be Hugo. After all, he's a fourth-tier player, so his equipment wouldn't be bad. Plus, with the help of a power-enhancing potion, he might be able to do that."

The girl nodded, but immediately shook her head.

"No, the casting time is too long. Even the fastest [Wind Blade] takes 5 seconds to cast, and [Fireball] takes as long as 8 seconds. Hugo couldn't possibly be that slow."

She continued reading, her expression changing once more.

"His first record today took him 18 seconds to unleash a fireball, but his last record two hours later only took 8 seconds? What's going on?"

As she spoke, she channeled her magic power, and with the aid of the staff and her full set of equipment, she released a fireball in 2 seconds.

Spell: [Fireball], Power 1...

"I thought the crystal ball was malfunctioning, but it doesn't seem so. Would you like to try it, Granny?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The next second, a magic circle lit up in the air, and a fireball roared out.

Spell: [Fireball], Power 2...

"If I were still in good condition, with the right equipment, I should be able to upgrade it to power level 3."

"I know, but you are still a sixth-rank cultivator. Even if you are not in the same condition as before, you are still a genuine sixth-rank cultivator. The magic power in your body has long been transformed into higher-level arcane energy. Only in this way can you forcibly enhance the power of low-level spells..."

So the person who used this training ground today was a sixth-tier player?!

As the girl spoke, her expression gradually became serious.

The sudden appearance of a sixth-tier opponent by one's side is definitely not good news...

In an instant, a multitude of possibilities flashed through her mind: assassins sent by her older siblings? Spies from the Empire? A warning from the Black Wizard? The Grand Duke's intimidation?

No matter how I think about it, I can't explain it...

That's a sixth-tier powerhouse, second only to a few top seventh-tier combatants. Every move he makes will affect the entire world's situation.

Such a powerful figure, arriving in a rural place like Maple Leaf City, naturally has the power to do whatever he wants.

Why did they have to come to the practice field?

And deliberately casting low-level spells slowly?

What are they trying to do?

The young girl couldn't figure it out, and the old woman couldn't give an answer either, so the two could only brainstorm and imagine together:

"Could it be Hugo's guest? Did they borrow his practice area?"

"But didn't Hugo go out? And even if that's the case, why would a sixth-tier expert practice such a low-level spell? And why would he cast it so slowly?"

"Perhaps it's for some kind of experiment? To advance from the sixth rank to the seventh rank, one must find their own 'transcendence,' which often leads to some strange behavior."

"I know, but isn't the way you achieve 'transcendence' your most important privacy as sixth-tier cultivators? Even if it's for that reason, you wouldn't do it in someone else's training ground, would you?"

"Indeed, as Your Highness says, this is very unusual."

"Could it be... for the [Night Banquet]?"

"That's possible, but for someone at the sixth level, the Night Banquet isn't very appealing. It's mostly for students and their offspring to secure a spot, and Your Highness happens to have one available. He might be here for that reason."

Although I don't know why it had to be done this way, it's the only explanation I can think of.

As the old woman spoke, she changed the subject and asked:

"Perhaps we should inform His Majesty and the Grand Duke of the situation?"

Even though it happened inside Hugo's mage tower, she subconsciously ignored the place's owner.

At the mere fourth level, I'm not qualified to participate in this level of discussion.

The girl didn't rush to answer, but paced back and forth in place, lost in thought.

With so many suspicious points, she could only speculate about the other party's purpose and motives based on her own value.

A full half hour later, she shook her head and suggested:

"He probably doesn't mean us any harm, at least not yet, and he doesn't want to have any direct contact with us, otherwise he wouldn't have only come to the practice field. If he really is after my 'Night Banquet' spot, then I might as well take the initiative to approach him!"

"Your Highness, this is very dangerous! In my current state, it is difficult for me to protect you from a fully-fledged sixth-tier opponent."

"I know, but it is precisely because of the danger that we should take the initiative to make good relations before the other side bares its fangs. This will not only avoid a conflict, but also give myself a glimmer of hope."

As the girl spoke, a resolute expression appeared on her youthful face.

"But... are we really not going to inform the Grand Duke? After all, this is his territory, and he is capable of unafraid of a sixth-tier threat."

"Ha~ Even now, Granny, do you still think I can trust him? I'm not a child anymore..."

A self-deprecating bitter smile appeared on the girl's face. She then slightly raised her chin and murmured softly:

"I've been thinking a lot these past few days. Perhaps from the moment I left the capital, the Grand Duke and my father both wished for my death? Otherwise, why would they have so openly let me know that Hugo was collecting large quantities of Tier 3 scrolls?"

The unseen old woman stopped talking, but simply reached out her unseen hand and gently rubbed her head.

"Granny, did you bring paper, pen, and sealing wax?"

"Yes, Your Highness. Do you wish to contact that sixth-rank official by letter? Given our unclear stance, we certainly shouldn't meet. But where should we send the letter?"

"There's no need to send it anywhere. I believe he'll come back here. Just leave the letter behind."

As the girl spoke, she forgot all about practicing magic and went to the nearby lounge to write a letter by hand.

The chances were slim, and she didn't think the other party would bother with someone like her for a spot at the "Night Banquet."

But she still wanted to give it a try.

After all, this is the only thing she can hold onto right now...

I just can't understand why, if they're after their own spot, they don't just come directly? Why do they have to use this strange method?

With the power of a sixth-order weapon, even if someone openly comes to demand it, no one will stop them, right?

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, the only things I have that a sixth-level player would want are my status and this spot. If he wants it, let him take it, as long as he's willing to pay the price."

The girl muttered to herself, and then discussed with the old nanny what price to set for this spot.