Yvette’s residence in the Water Tower Country was a hotel suite on the top floor of a dilapidated building. Although several hundred years had left it in ruins, looking no different from a shell of a house, Yvette, especially with the diligent cleaning and repairs done by the maid Abella, managed to make it livable.
In the third year, on a summer afternoon, waking up from bed and glancing at the picturesque view outside the presidential suite window, Yvette waved her hand. On the table, three magically sealed tomes immediately came to life, hovering around Yvette and speaking in unison: “Good morning, the great sorceress Miss Yvette. How may we serve you today?”
“Go check if Abella is awake. If she isn’t, wake her up; if she is, ask her to make me fish soup. And only one of you needs to go.”
“Understood, the great sorceress Miss Yvette,” the three tomes replied, before all flying toward the door.
Ultimately, as the Tome of Wind Magic flew the fastest, the Tome of Flame Magic and the Tome of Pure Blue Magic had to stop early and return to the table, settling upright like two ordinary spellbooks.
Seeing the performance of the three tomes, Yvette felt somewhat satisfied. Unlike the mechanical golems, these tomes were pure AI-controlled without any spiritual entities.
To ensure the AI was compatible with the spells she had inscribed, she had written a dedicated driving system for them—a task that took considerable time over the past three years. Fortunately, having read the Detailed Explanation of Spell Framework Engines years ago, she could simplify many processes through analogy; otherwise, it might not have been completed by next year.
With the Tome of Wind Magic stirring up trouble, Abella, who slept in the adjacent room, quickly got up and drowsily headed downstairs to prepare breakfast.
She had now nearly recovered to a third-stage level and didn’t need to cook three meals a day. However, she had initially put in a great deal of effort to please her master with her culinary skills, resulting in Yvette developing a taste for her cooking. As a result, even if it wasn’t a necessity, she felt obligated to cook for her master whenever conditions allowed, while her own meals were secondary.
She couldn’t help but feel regretful, thinking that if one day she succeeded in her revenge and had her master at her mercy, she would ensure Yvette experienced the tragic life of a servant…Imagining the cold silver-haired girl in a maid outfit, biting her lip, filled with resentment and unwillingness, yet having to lower her head and serve with effort, Abella’s mood brightened, and she became increasingly motivated in preparing the fish soup.
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After breakfast, Yvette instructed the three tomes to enter follow mode and then ascended to the top floor of the building.
Originally, this had been an indoor botanical garden under a glass dome, serving the hotel’s esteemed guests. After the apocalypse, the dome had long disappeared, while the plants had gone wild, proliferating everywhere. Moss and green vines flowed down the steel framework, gradually enveloping the entire building. Looking around, if one didn’t glance outside, it felt akin to stepping into a primordial forest.
Dugrabi was taking a break here. It loved the lush ambiance, feeling as though it had returned to the island forests of the Dragon Kingdom. Hearing some noise, it opened its eyes slightly and saw its teacher standing in a flowerbed, blue and purple butterflies flitting around her like whimsical spirits amidst the blossoms.
“Uh… Teacher, what brings you here… Shouldn’t today be a day off?” Dugrabi asked nervously.
“These three are for you,” Yvette said, and the three tomes immediately received the mental command and flew before Dugrabi. “Input some information, and I’ll grant you access.”
“Ah? For me?” Dugrabi was taken aback. It had long yearned for the “original texts” of its teacher’s elemental tomes, which could release spells automatically without needing to think—what was the point of studying hard before?
But it couldn’t believe it was really being given these!
“They were initially prepared for you,” Yvette stated.
This was, in fact, true. For her, what mattered was the knowledge within, upgrading the tomes into magical equipment was more about practicing and validating her understanding of magical engineering than truly needing them.
And what if Dugrabi accidentally damaged the paper-based tome after returning to another world? Now, giving it an iron-bound, AI-enabled tome that could fight automatically was much sturdier.
“Teacher…” Dugrabi called, touched. As the dragon prince, it had encountered numerous dragon attendants or offspring trying to curry favor with it, but none were like Yvette. She didn’t owe it any special treatment; thus, her kindness felt particularly unique.
If one day Yvette became old, Dugrabi decided it would care for her!
But it felt that such a scenario was unlikely. After all, the teacher was not like its father. Although the Flame Dragon King was a top-tier powerhouse in the human realm, he too would age and weaken, necessitating such care. Yvette, however, should be a member of the divine race, right? In the Glimmering Continent, the divine race, known for giving birth to true gods and demon gods, presumably possessed eternal life, making it uncertain if it could even last until the day it could care for her.
It seemed more likely that it would be the one to be worn out by Yvette!
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In the afternoon, Dugrabi, now equipped with the Tome of Flame Magic, Tome of Wind Magic, and Tome of Pure Blue Magic, was like a happy puppy that had just received a new toy, eagerly seeking out Abella for a spar.
On one hand, it wanted to experience the effects of the three magical tomes; on the other, it aimed to show Abella the substantial status difference between a lowly servant and a proper disciple in Yvette’s eyes.
It was undoubtedly as vast as a canyon!
Then, during the battle, Dugrabi discovered something shocking: these three tomes came with a one-button combo feature!
As long as it continuously injected mana and mental power, the spells inside would automatically connect, creating a myriad of combinations it had never seen before. Layering effects to an unbelievable degree, Dugrabi quickly stunned Abella!
At this point, Abella had reached nearly a third-stage level and, combined with the magic spells she had learned, likely possessed combat power comparable to a fourth-stage leader, capable of solidly overpowering Dugrabi.
But what was happening now? It could effortlessly unleash a series of combo attacks with interlinked effects rivaling forbidden spells. How terrifying was that?
To use an analogy from auto-chess: previously, Dugrabi had to think for itself, seriously analyze the pieces and synergy effects, and consider which team compositions to develop. Now, the formulas were laid out before it; with the push of a button, it could apply those formulas without needing to worry about proficiency!
This equipment was no ordinary magical gear; even in the dragon clan’s treasury, it would be a genuine artifact!
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While Dugrabi and Abella fiercely clashed on a relatively shallow stone platform that was almost submerged, or rather, Dugrabi was thoroughly dominating, Yvette observed the battle closely, occasionally nodding in satisfaction, realizing her ideas were being excellently validated.
Yes, although she had long established the possibility through mental tests, seeing it in actual combat, with results meeting expectations and no serious bugs like spell crashes or integration issues, allowed her to finally relax.
Indeed, by utilizing outstanding structural techniques, connecting small-scale spells through reserved interfaces could progressively amplify their power, layer by layer, ultimately achieving damage levels comparable to large-scale spells.
No one would study such content in the origin civilization, as there was no commercial prospect; at best, it was a means of self-entertainment. Even if someone had a brilliant idea for this curve to salvation method, it would be too time-consuming and costly, with an incredibly high learning threshold, making it far more practical to just buy finished products from the black market.
But for her current situation, it was an excellent method to resolve many potential future issues.