The Wizard is Poor Manhua

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the Duke's castle, Elena stood at the balcony, gazing out at the sprawling grounds below. The events of the past few months had been a whirlwind – from a struggling wizard buried in debt to the savior of the realm. Her hands trembled slightly as she clasped the jewels that powered her magic, the same jewels that had guided her through countless battles and challenges. She had come a long way since that fateful day when the Duke first offered her the position, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in how much she had grown. But amidst the pride, a nagging doubt lingered in the depths of her mind. Was she truly ready for the responsibilities that came with being the Duke's exclusive wizard? The recent attack had shown her just how fragile the peace was, how quickly everything she held dear could be torn asunder. Determined to quell her doubts, Elena made her way to the training grounds, the cool night air brushing against her skin. With each spell she cast, each incantation she whispered, she felt a renewed sense of purpose burning within her. She was not just a wizard – she was a protector, a guardian of the realm. As the moon rose high in the sky, casting a silvery light over the castle grounds, Elena knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, she would face them head-on. She was no longer the hesitant, debt-ridden wizard of the past – she was the fierce, unwavering Wizard of Duke Mayfield, ready to defend her home and those she held dear at all costs. And with a steely glint in her eyes, she vowed to never let fear or doubt cloud her path again.