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Gisela's judgment was so revolutionary that it caused Rita to fall into a brief silence, but upon closer examination of the many details, it could be well corroborated.

"No wonder my mentor once said of Caravaggio that he was both a genius and a devil." Throughout history, how many people who have made a name for themselves in art have been such somewhat obsessive geniuses?

"Now there's only one question left: why did that Italian separatist assassin lose control so much when he saw the box and those words?"

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Chapter 22 The Princess Starting from Zero: Capter 21 The Truth Only Lies After Understanding (Seeking votes and collections)

“Let’s turn our attention back to that night.” Gisela casually took out a pen and a piece of white paper and placed them in front of Rita. As expected, she preferred to express herself through writing rather than speaking.

"First of all, if you were a radical member of the Italian independence movement, and you infiltrated the Habsburg family, what could you do?" Gisela rested his head on his right hand, turned to the side, and raised his pen, waiting for Rita's answer.

“Your Highness, it would be impolite of you to say that… Are you sure you want to hear it?” Perhaps due to some concerns, Rita did not answer Gisela’s question immediately.

"Speak freely, I am not the kind of person who is cowardly or afraid of trouble."

“That would be impolite.” Rita bowed again to show her respect for Gisela.

“If I were a radical, firstly, I could use Your Highness’s status to learn about the royal family’s movements, or even obtain important intelligence on the imperial government’s decisions—the so-called role of a spy. Secondly, my clear objective would be to assassinate members of the royal family, including you. Of course, it could be a spontaneous, impulsive act, or it could be a pawn in a larger plan.” Rita’s tone was calm. She was naturally very aware of these underhanded dealings. In fact, sending spies to each other was a tacit understanding among major powers, but the Italians were simply the least discreet of them all.

“It would be more appropriate to call them terrorists than radicals.” Gisela believed that their actions could be defined as terrorism in modern terms, given that she was, after all, a member of the Austro-Hungarian royal family.

Moreover, according to the original history, the possibility of the Gisela family being assassinated is still very high. For example, her mother Sisi, and Archduke Ferdinand, who was the catalyst for World War I, both died at the hands of assassins.

"Terrorist?" Rita was unfamiliar with the word, yet it felt exceptionally fitting.

It is worth mentioning that in modern counterterrorism, there are two types of terrorists: the first is organized terrorists, just like the bombings we see in the news, where an organization claims responsibility for the incident. These organizations are often more destructive, but conversely, they are also easier to defeat. After all, there will inevitably be loopholes in any plan from its formulation to its implementation. A strong national government is also more adept at dealing with such incidents.

The second type is the so-called lone wolf. They often choose to work alone, completing the entire process from planning to implementation by one person. This makes it impossible for counter-terrorism departments to thwart them in advance like organized terrorists, and they can only rely on temporary responses and daily prevention and control.

"Of course I hope it's the latter. If we define what happened that night as a lone wolf incident, then from a certain perspective, the matter is completely over. Unfortunately, the information I have at the moment cannot support such a judgment."

"Rita, do you still remember why Mother sent me to this school?" Gisela stood up, slowly lifted her skirt, and put her hand inside.

Several male classmates who were "seriously" studying nearby also noticed this pleasing scene from afar. Some of them swallowed awkwardly, and after agonizing over their choices between their books, Gisela's barely visible territory, and her perfectly shaped feet for a moment, they pushed their books aside and peeked over out of the corner of their eyes.

"Your Highness, please do not do such a undignified and ladylike thing in public." Rita frowned slightly, earnestly reminding Gisela while grabbing Gisela's hand and pressing down her skirt.

"Tsk!" The boys in the distance murmured, their voices so soft that they would be inaudible to ordinary people. But Rita was no ordinary person; she was a level one magic user. The enhancement effect of magic power on her senses was obvious. So she turned her head slightly to look at the boys who were peeking. This time, the murderous intent in her wine-red eyes was even more obvious, as if to say, "If you keep peeking, I'll chop you all into human sticks."

"Rita, I'm just getting something, there's no need to be so serious." Gisela pursed her lips and calmly addressed the incredibly competent maid in front of her.

“If you need something, Rita can do it for you,” Rita added seriously, seemingly dissatisfied with Gisela’s explanation.

“This isn’t quite right…” She pulled a purple, walnut-shaped object out from under her skirt. Since her formal attire didn’t have any pockets, Gisela came up with a clever way to store things. She secretly made a small pocket on the inside of her wide skirt to hold the object.

"This is a life-saving sensor stone given to us by the principal. Does Your Highness mean that this man is related to the radicals of the Italian independence movement that you investigated, based on the fact that Queen Elizabeth is involved with her?" Rita was no fool. Combining this with her previous reasoning, she naturally formed her own judgment.

The Italian independence movement lasted for many years, but due to the numerous factions and different methods involved, it is impossible to categorize them all into one type.

“But Your Highness, that man infiltrated Your Highness's side half a year ago as a coachman, and Your Highness only arrived at this school a few days ago. To say that the two are connected is a bit far-fetched. They couldn't possibly have predicted that you would come to this school, and they couldn't possibly have suddenly ordered the coachman who had been lying in wait to kill you while knowing that you were coming to the school. It doesn't make sense.” Rita expressed her answer while writing down her doubts on the paper.

“Rita, I admit your suspicions are very reasonable, even excellent. But we should go back to the beginning. What was the coachman's purpose in infiltrating my life six months ago? If he simply wanted to kill me, he would have had countless opportunities six months ago. Why did he choose to do it precisely during the few days after I transferred to the school? If he was spying, he clearly chose the wrong person, because I have been far removed from the court since I left Schönbrunn Palace. What is his purpose in staying by my side, or rather, staying in this mansion?”

"It's for what's there, or rather, they're looking for that magical energy storage box!" As Gisela deduced, Rita seemed to suddenly understand.

"Binggo! He was after this box from the start; it was the core of his mission. As for why he wanted to kill me, it must have been a last-minute order from above. The coachman noticed me going to the school and assumed I had received a notification from the intelligence department to go to the academy to investigate. So he must have secretly contacted other accomplices lurking in the school. To prevent me from disrupting their plans, he decided to risk exposure and kill me."

Although this would temporarily postpone the search for the box, it would buy the academy more time. After all, if I were dead, and the murderer had infiltrated my inner circle six months ago, the Imperial intelligence department would not be able to easily connect the two, no matter how hard they investigated. This would explain the man's previous actions.

This organization is undoubtedly closely linked to the Kingdom of Sardinia, specifically the Savoy family. Clues to this incident can be found in the recent movements of the Kingdom of Sardinia. While this is merely speculation, Gisela has at least traced some clues back to the source of this event.

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Chapter 23 Princess Starting from Zero: The Upcoming Test for Capter 22 (Please vote and add to your collection)

“Now that the box is in our hands, and the only people in the world who know about it are the two of us. From this moment on, do not tell anyone else about the box except for the two of us. Do not trust anyone in the entire mansion except me, understand?” Gisela looked at Rita with a serious expression. This matter was related to whether she could gain the upper hand in this contest, and it was also a way to protect her and Rita.

With the enemy's presence hidden and my position clear, the box in Gisela's hands is her best trump card. After all, what would they do if they discovered she was still alive? Send new assassins to kill her—of course, that's unrealistic now, as it would only increase their risk of exposure. If that's the case, then it depends on just how attractive the box is to them. Are they willing to abandon their existing plans and risk exposure to try their luck here? Or will they seek the box's secrets? Either way, she won't lose out, because they have no idea that both tasks now rest on Gisela's shoulders.

“My dear Mr. Caravaggio, I wonder just how much charm you possess.” Gisela muttered to herself as she looked up and grabbed Rita’s wrist. Her composed expression revealed her confidence, and Rita, in turn, felt an even stronger fondness for Gisela as she looked at the princess with such inner and outer self-assurance. Of course, this feeling was completely concealed by Gisela’s elegant and aloof poker face.

Gisela was lost in her thoughts, occasionally letting out a cold "heh heh," and a single golden hair on her head mysteriously stuck up. Fortunately, there wasn't a mirror around Gisela; if she had discovered that she had a cowlick on her head, she would have laughed at herself, since that was a cute feature usually associated with two-dimensional girls, and this was the three-dimensional world.

“Your Highness, it’s getting late. You have a magic power test for children who are 12 years old this afternoon.” Although Rita enjoyed the intimate interaction with her prince, she clearly had something more important to tell Gisela.

"A magic power test? What's that?" Something like an entrance exam? But I've been in school for a while now and I've never seen any exams. You mean theoretical knowledge? If it's really that kind of test, it would be easy for me. After all, I didn't just get a body from Princess Gisela, but also a brilliant mind.

"The academy will send a professor who is in charge of this area to let the students participating in the test touch the magic energy stone to confirm their current magic energy level. In addition to the theoretical classes in class division, the school has magic energy practice classes, and the practice classes are based on this for class division teaching."

"The magic power test at age 12 is a crucial first year for those aspiring to become outstanding magic users. This year, magic power will awaken, which will directly lay the foundation for all future studies and the direction of magic power specialization." (In short, it is bloodline identification and individualized education.) Magic users are of course not in this category, because magic users and magic users cannot be converted into each other. The former are determined after awakening at age 12, because their magic power adaptability is strong enough to unleash superhuman strength, surpassing ordinary people, while the latter have limited talent, so they need to specialize and be trained in a targeted manner.

Because of the special nature and rarity of Magic Users, Rita always uses Magic Masters as a template when giving examples. After all, Magic Users cannot be forced. Looking back at the world's number one and most powerful nation, Britain, with its territory spread all over the world and a population of 500 million, even such a superpower only has 20 Magic Users. Twelve are from the mainland and the remaining eight are from the colonies.

"That means that as long as I pass the test this afternoon, I can also use magic power like you." Gisela raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling a bit of anticipation in her heart. After all, the "prodigy" trope is a classic element in many time-travel stories.

This contrasted sharply with Rita's unease. After all, in Rita's view, if her prince's magical abilities were not outstanding, his future situation in the royal family would be very awkward. Of course, no matter what, Rita would never abandon her prince.

“Let’s go then!” Gisela stood up and said.

Time division line —

"The authority of God is in my hands, the gears of destiny are turning silently, death does not mean my demise, and the future of mankind should also be in our own hands." Centuries ago, Frankenstein left these candid last words, thus meeting his own end. A century later, as humanity enjoys the social changes brought about by his discoveries, it is only then that we deeply realize that beneath his seemingly mad actions lay the perseverance and dedication of a martyr.

The white human-shaped statue standing in the center of the school square still evokes a deep sense of emotion in Gisela.

How should we evaluate this madman? Regardless of class or stance, from a purely objective perspective, he was like a moth drawn to light on his path of seeking truth, or like Icarus of ancient Greece who pursued freedom. For the sake of his thirst for knowledge, he was willing to burn himself to ashes and be shattered to carry on his will. His methods were despicable, but his results did objectively illuminate the dark path of humanity's progress and promote the development of human civilization.

Gisela crouched down, looking at the bouquet placed at the base of the statue. His life was controversial, yet indispensable to the development of all humanity. She might not agree with men's methods of exploration, but she couldn't deny his contributions. Therefore, he deserved the admiration of many, and he certainly deserved a place in this campus exploring magical energy, after all, he was the one who opened the door to the exploration of magical power.

“Your Highness, it seems you are quite interested in Professor Frankenstein. This is your second visit here this year.” Rita’s tone was flat, as if she were recounting an insignificant daily matter.

"A second time?" If her memory served her right, she became Gisela on March 10th, which was only the beginning of the year. For "herself" to have visited twice in just three months seemed rather frequent. It was one thing for the transmigrator to find Professor Frankenstein peculiar, but for the original Princess Gisela to be interested in this guy who targeted a mage, especially considering Gisela's mother was a mage...

"Rita, do you think I've made this a habit?"

"No, Your Highness, you've only done this occasionally since moving out of Schönbrunn Palace, only three times in total. The first time was at Maria Theresa Square in Vienna, the second time was in the City Park, and the third was today in the square of this school to see this professor." Gisela wouldn't directly ask about the specific number of times, in order to avoid arousing the maid's suspicion. This indirect approach was a pattern that Gisela had figured out through decades of life experience.

"Has the magic power test started?" Gisela looked at the crowd gathered on a slope in the distance. Apart from the lower-grade students in casual clothes (there are no special requirements for clothing for lower-grade students), there were also many upper-grade students in gray and black uniforms. They were in groups of two or three, so it was clear that they were observing the skill level of the freshmen. Sure enough, it is human nature to love to join in the fun.

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Chapter 24 Princess Starting from Zero: Capter 23 The Unfavored One (Seeking votes and collections)

The test was conducted outdoors so that the practical training session after the skill assessment would be more spacious and allow trainees to demonstrate their abilities.

"Yes, Your Highness, it will be your turn soon. You should go and prepare." Rita looked in the direction Gisela pointed and saw that there were indeed quite a few people gathered there.

"Are there many mage-wielders like you, Rita, in the Empire?" From Gisela's existing knowledge, a Level 1 mage was already the ceiling of mage-wielding ability for an ordinary person. As for those beyond that level, she wouldn't even consider them. It was like the relationship between nuclear weapons and conventional weapons—having them was enough, and the more the better, of course. But they couldn't be the backbone of an army. The core of an army often consisted of a large number of high-value "consumables" that could be easily replenished after losses. Gisela never underestimated life, but that was the logic of war.

Quantity is always one of the core factors that determines the outcome of a war.

"Rita doesn't know the exact number, but it's probably about 1:10 among magic users. After all, there aren't many people who can become magic users." Of course, this is just Rita being modest. Even among first-level magic users, there are differences in strength, and she is one of the best, even having her own independent title.

"Then what is the proportion of magic users in the total population?" Gisela's questions were getting more and more difficult, and even the most knowledgeable person would not be able to answer them easily.

“Your Highness, you should obtain this data from the Imperial Archives.” Rita Silingqi shook her head helplessly. She didn’t know everything either, and besides, this ratio was actually positively correlated with the population and was a top secret of each country.

“Okay! I understand, Rita…” Gisela lowered her head, looking thoughtful. To Rita, this seemed to indicate that the girl in front of her was feeling disappointed. So she took the initiative to lean over and hug Gisela, gently stroking her golden head.

The sudden intimacy pulled Gisela back to reality. Looking at the soft, fragrant body of the maid in front of her, she couldn't help but recall a saying: in a materialistic society, only the beautiful breasts of her older sister could bring her the best comfort.

Of course, Gisela continued to make bold predictions in her mind. She assumed this school had around 5000 students, and adding the other two schools, the total would be conservatively around 20,000. Adding the magic users in the branch school Rita attended, the total number would be at most 100,000. Wait a minute, these are all current students who can't immediately be converted into combat power. It's the magic users who graduate like Rita who are the nation's truly usable force. Thinking about it this way, the total number of magic users in this country is definitely not that many.

The original Austro-Hungarian Empire had a population of approximately 5135 million in 1910. Considering population growth and differences in territorial size, the population of the Austro-Hungarian Empire in 1868 should not be less than this number. After all, northern Italy is the most fertile and economically developed part of Italy. As recently as 2023, Lombardy, which accounts for only 7.9% of Italy's land area, contributed as much as 20% of Italy's GDP.

I'd conservatively estimate the Austro-Hungarian Empire's population to be around 3800 million, slightly more than the Second French Empire but slightly less than unified Germany. As for Russia, that population monster, let's just ignore it. Historically, the Austro-Hungarian Empire's population around 1870 was 3392 million. Including the population gained from the additional territory, that's roughly 3800 million.

Therefore, the conclusion is clear: the small number of magic users cannot play a dominant role in the army. The majority of the army will still consist of ordinary people whose magic abilities are not outstanding enough to qualify as magic users. Thus, the limited number of magic-armored soldiers will likely be positioned more as a support unit, providing cover and some fire support for line infantry. Of course, their primary objective will be to counter enemy magic-armored soldiers. (In some ways, this is similar to the understanding of tanks among the warring nations during World War I, but only in a similar way.)

"Miss Louise Vanessa Hurence, please come here for your test." The professor, standing on the platform, held up the list in his hand and called out the names.

"She didn't come?" Perhaps she was thinking about the question, so Gisela subconsciously glanced around and asked in confusion, rather than treating the name as herself.

“Your Highness, although I am very confident in the size and softness of my breasts, that is no reason for you to linger. The professor has already called your name…” The dignified maid patted Gisela’s shoulder and whispered a reminder.

"Huh?!" After living with Rita for a while, Lin Wei had gradually gotten used to the name Gisela. However, because he had been in contact with Rita a lot, he used his fake identity name less often, which meant that she didn't react immediately.

Oh right! I almost forgot, I'm Louise Vanessa Hurrens now, not Gisela Louise Marie.

"I'm here!" Gisela raised her right hand, indicating to the professor that she had arrived.

"Then hurry up, kid, it's your turn next." The kind professor pushed up his black-rimmed glasses. His high belt revealed his rich experience and wide range of interests, suggesting he was an elder with a wealth of life experience.

"Please cheer up and don't be nervous. Just clear your mind and put your hand on that rock. No matter what your talent is, Rita will always be with you, sharing your joy of success or your tears of sorrow." Rita patted Gisela's shoulder to give her her absolute support.

"Thank you, Rita." There was no tension whatsoever. Gisela felt completely unmoved, even a little amused. She wasn't from this world, and she couldn't value magical energy as much as the people of this world did. To her, magical energy, good or bad, was more like acquiring a new life skill—a trivial matter. Crucially, she wasn't as obsessed as the protagonists in the transmigration novels she'd read about. Changing this country required intellect, not individual strength. Fighting was for those who could fight, making money was for those who could make money, and scientific research was for smart scientists. What she wanted to do was give them those opportunities, and that was the art of management known as politicianship.

Gisela gracefully walked up to the stage and bowed politely to the professors who were taking notes. Regardless of the outcome, leaving them with a good impression was never a bad thing; this was the life experience of a semi-corporate slave.

“Please place your hand on it, Miss Hurence, but please remember to concentrate and not think about anything.” Gisela observed the dark, spherical object in front of her, then closed her eyes and slowly placed her right hand on it.

It feels cool to the touch, like touching a piece of ice, but the temperature is not as piercing as real ice. The surface is very smooth, like carefully polished marble.

"Please feel if you can sense an energy filling your body."

Gisela nodded. She did feel energy surging around her body, but this energy wasn't around her; it was being poured into her body. This strange feeling made her feel uncomfortable, and she pressed her legs together more tightly.

Repeat after me: “Deisbnmineviget”.

“Deisbnmineviget (She prospers by the power of God),” Gisela recited the Latin proverb after the professor.

“Now you can try to inhale this energy into your body, but please inhale slowly.” The professor was guiding Gisela through this specific step.

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Chapter 25 Princess Starting from Zero: Capter 24 Extraordinary Power (Vote Requested)

Inhale? She felt she didn't need to inhale at all, because even Gisela, who had never been exposed to magic energy before, could clearly feel a strange but incredibly full feeling sweeping through her body. It felt a bit strange, but she couldn't figure out exactly why. The only thing she wanted to know was how much longer this test would take.

As for Gisela, who appears expressionless to outsiders, her body is actually in a very delicate state. Not only is her head dizzy, but her whole body also feels wet. If this continues, she doesn't know what will happen to her.

“You can open your eyes now.” Gisela noticed that the stone did not react at all.

"Huh? There's absolutely no magical energy reaction!?" Not only was the professor surprised, but the crowd was also filled with exclamations.

"Zero magical energy response? What does that mean?" Gisela snapped out of her surprise in the crowd and realized that she seemed to have done something "outrageous".

What a zero magical energy response means is unknown. Ever since Professor Frankenstein unveiled the mysteries of magical energy, it has been discovered that everyone is born with magical energy; they simply don't know how to use it, or the strength varies. To this day, no one has ever heard of someone having absolutely no magical energy. Yet, this has happened within the Imperial Royal Magic Academy, whose primary focus is the study of magical energy, making it an undeniably sensational topic.

"Miss Hurence, are you sure you followed the steps I instructed to complete the test?" As a mature, steady, and academically accomplished professor, what storms hasn't he weathered? Does Her Majesty Empress Elizabeth of the Empire know this? I chatted and laughed with her, and Her Majesty the Empress has provided me with many conveniences and experimental data support. She is one of the top magic energy experts in Europe.

"Of course, I did follow your steps, and I did so with devotion and focus," Gisela said, smoothing her slightly messy golden hair from her forehead. At times like this, she subconsciously wondered why she didn't have a more convenient haircut.

This way, her bangs wouldn't block her vision. But whenever she took out the scissors and sat down at the dressing table, she would deflate like a punctured balloon because she couldn't bear to cut off her beautiful long blonde hair. After all, girls with long hair obviously look better.

"Ahem! Miss Hurence, would you like to test her again?" The professor coughed slightly, signaling the students below the platform to quiet down, as this test required a relatively quiet environment.

"No need, Professor. If it's not there, it's not there! I don't care about such things at all." Gisela wasn't originally from this world, and she didn't have that kind of morbid obsession with her magical abilities. She just wanted to leave, because what made her even more uncomfortable was that strange feeling she'd just experienced, as if her soul was being filled and violated by something external.

If it happened again, she was certain that she would suffer more than just the loss of her lower body clothing; she would probably lose consciousness and collapse to the ground.

Imagine losing consciousness and collapsing to the ground in front of so many classmates in a public place, convulsing, tongue lolling out, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth—what a terrible sight that would be.

"Louise, I still suggest you retake the test. You are excellent and shouldn't be like this!" the professor advised earnestly, because she noticed that the students had started whispering among themselves in a less friendly manner. As an educator, she didn't want the girl in front of her to give up on herself like this.

"Really, it's not necessary." After speaking, Gisela frowned slightly and looked at the crowd below the stage. Indeed, quite a few students in the crowd had already started pointing and whispering about her behind her back. Many people like this, they are keen to make self-righteous and distorted comments on things they don't understand based on some appearances. Perhaps they don't care about the so-called truth and reason at all, they just enjoy gaining emotional value by belittling others.

Sometimes Gisela regrets learning cold reading and lip reading. While these skills give him an advantage in interpersonal communication, they also make him more aware of other people's malice. Just like Nietzsche's famous saying, "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." The evil in human nature is far more terrifying than the so-called abyss.

The professor looked at the girl in front of him, who was being asked by her superior, Dean Selena, to take special care of her. For some reason, he could only read a sense of desolation and sadness in the girl's expression.

After all, people without magical abilities might really be despised as useless. If she wasn't mentally strong enough, he would have reason to believe that she was serious and not joking when she said she wanted to swallow a gun or hang herself.

"No, you must retake the test. I have to take responsibility for you. Our academy is an educational institution dedicated to cultivating outstanding magic users and supplying the Imperial Army with excellent magic talent. If you don't have a magic response, you are not qualified to continue studying at this school. Therefore, according to the academy's regulations, I have no choice but to expel you." Although the professor appeared stern, he clearly had a sense of disappointment and frustration.

"Expel her from school?" She didn't come to this school to study in the first place. If you expel me, how am I supposed to conduct the investigation and complete the task Queen Elizabeth assigned me? If I fail to complete the task, not only will I lose favor with my mother, but I will also lose a significant amount of political resources. After all, Dean Selena and her mother are not just a dean and a queen; they are invaluable magic users in the empire, precious resources beyond measure.

"Let's try again then." Gisela was someone destined for great things; it was just one more time to endure. She wasn't the kind of fragile girl. With that thought, she grabbed her skirt and walked back to the rock. She took a deep breath to calm herself and rubbed her hands together to keep them cool and prevent sweaty palms from affecting her performance.

"Hmm." Gisela was confirming her tone; it seemed she wanted to say something, something she preferred to say rather than those strange Latin proverbs.

She placed her right hand back on the stone, repeating the process from before.

"The moon of Qin, the pass of Han," Gisela recited this time, but instead of the usual recitation, she thought of her favorite ancient Chinese poem, a cultural gene etched into her soul. This time, magical energy was still pouring into her body frantically, but this time there was no strange sensation like before; instead, there was a feeling of fullness.

The feeling of "the long march has not yet ended" continued to spread, and Gisela felt her senses becoming more acute. Birds flying in the sky and squirrels picking pine nuts on the grass gradually came into her perception.

"But if only the Flying General of Longcheng were here..."

The step of taking a deep breath before saying "Don't let the Hu horses cross Yinshan" is probably unnecessary. After all, she's like a plugged-in power bank now; she doesn't need to consciously absorb it, the magical energy will just flow into her body on its own. Of course, Gisela doesn't know at this moment that this is actually an ability only a magical energy user possesses, but she can't be called a magical energy user yet, because the magical energy sensing stone still doesn't show any reaction.

PS1: Gisela's soul is very special.

Chapter 26 The Princess Starting from Zero: Capter 25 A Calm Mind (Seeking votes and collections)

The biggest difference between magic users and ordinary people lies in the fact that after becoming magic users, they acquire certain traits unique to their birthplace and ethnicity. For example, Empress Elizabeth, being from the Kingdom of Bavaria and belonging to the Germanic magic user lineage, possessed a taller stature and more lustrous golden hair than ordinary people. Gisela inherited her golden hair from her mother, making her exceptionally beautiful.