Sylvia flopped back onto the bed tiredly, letting out a long sigh. She raised her hand to look at them, wondering if mana actually flowed through her veins now.

She had already read the books, learned the basic spells and so she knew what exactly to do to test it out.

She gulped nervously and closed her eyes. She then breathed in and out lightly, trying to sense the energy surrounding her.

She had failed at this step many many times before and she couldn't help but bite her lips, hoping that at least this time it would work.

As she calmly breathed in and out, a feeling akin to a gentle summer breeze caressing her body enveloped her, making Sylvia tremble.

Tears streamed out of her eyes as this gentle energy continuously washed over her, again and again, wave after wave.

"Ah~~" She jolted back up, wiping the tears from her eyes.

She hurriedly sat in a cross-legged position and took deeper breaths this time, greedily inhaling the gentle nourishing energy.

With every gulp of mana, she felt her tiredness and her weakness slowly slip away.

Mikel had asked her to rest for a couple of days, but in just a few minutes, Sylvia felt better than she had ever done before.

She clutched her knees with a big wide grin on her face, traces of her tears still remaining on the salted cheeks, and hummed lightly, letting the reality slowly sink in!

She was also a mage now! A person capable of casting spells, commanding the energy of the world! She almost couldn't believe it!

Chuckling to herself, she even pinched her hand till it turned rosy.

She had yearned for this on numerous days and had wished for this countless times and all it took was her uncle and her aunt selling her off to a two-faced prince!

What a weird game fate had played with her!

A small smile surfaced on her cherry red lips as she reveled in the feeling.

Sylvia had drifted asleep again without knowing and only stirred awake when she heard a knock on the door.

She rubbed her eyes and woke up and only now she noticed that she was actually not in her old room back at the servant's quarters.

She looked around to see that she was in one of the guest rooms in the castle.

It even had a door to the side, probably leading to the room next door which had the private bath and towels.

"Come in," Sylvia muttered with a big smile on her face, only to see Ana pushing a trolley into the room.

"I have brought your lunch, my lady." She bowed.

Sylvia could barely hold her laughter in as she saw the woman trying to squeeze out a weak smile with so much effort.

"Mmm. It smells good. Go ahead and serve me." She crossed her hands with amusement.

The maid must have surely thought that her one night of stardom was over, and now probably couldn't stomach the reality.

She got out of the bed, rearranged the petticoat she was wearing, and then sat on a nearby couch with her legs crossed, her right one over the left.

She eyed the flustered maid with amusement who scooped up some rice and roast chicken from the plates on the trolley and served it to her, her hands shaking.

"Hmmm… Don't you know how to serve properly?" Sylvia teased her for her own amusement and then started attacking the food on the plate.

Since she hadn't eaten anything the previous night and today morning, she was feeling particularly ravenous.

Or perhaps it was because of the new changes in her body. She didn't know the reason, but the food tasted good and she gulped it down quite quickly.

The quality of the food was definitely a notch above what she had been eating as a maid and Sylvia licked her lips before asking for another helping.

Eat. Eat. Eat everything and become a pig! Ana cursed her inwardly, before handing her another plate.

She still hadn't recovered from the shock the Master of the castle had given everyone this morning.

Out of nowhere, he had issued an order that this damned slave was supposed to be treated as a guest of the castle from now on.

She must have successfully seduced him and coaxed him to give a Mistress title perhaps! She assumed.

Ana wanted to badly ask the hateful woman just what tricks she had used to seduce his highness.

She wanted to give her a piece of her mind and whip her with her tongue.

The words were right there at the tip of the tongue, but she could only swallow them and keep her mouth shut.

She gave out another weak smile as she handed a new plate to Sylvia, placing generous helpings of all the dishes. Fatten up, you bitch!

Sylvia couldn't care less about the woman standing in front of her. She didn't have time to spare to engage in such meaningless trivial fights.

She ate quickly to her stomach full and let out a loud burp, inviting another judgmental look from Ana, before she wiped her hands in the napkin.

"Prepare a bath for me and bring over my possessions from my previous room." She muttered and stood up, eying herself in the tall mirror in front of the dressing table.

She didn't know if it was a coincidence but her skin looked more tender and fresh than usual and her face had a bright glow.

It seems someone had carefully undressed her the previous night and helped her change into the flimsy nightgown.

Her mind slightly wandered to think about who might have done it but she shook her head and decided to not worry about that.

She tucked the errant strands of her hair behind her ears and bunched up her long hair, tying it into a bun.

She then took a deep breath once again, feeling the comforting rush of mana spread through her body, and muttered in excitement. "Time to try casting spells!"