After a brief introduction, Faen explained the importance of the Falna.
"…So in order to gain the strength necessary to survive and fight in this world, Lady Furina must engrave her Falna upon you. That will make you a member of our Focalors Familia."
Robin listened quietly and nodded with understanding.
"I see. Then I'll leave it to you, Lady Furina."
"I'll step outside for a moment," Faen said tactfully.
Engraving a Falna required exposing one's entire back, after all.
He exited the cabin, leaving the two girls inside.
It wasn't long before Furina called him back in.
When Faen pushed the door open, Robin had already straightened her dress and stood to the side with a gentle smile.
Meanwhile, Furina was excitedly waving a parchment sheet at him.
"Well?" Faen asked curiously.
"See for yourself. It's incredible!"
Furina practically shoved the parchment into his hands.
Faen didn't hesitate.
Though a Familia member's Status was personal, as the leader of this newborn Familia, he needed a clear understanding of each member's potential and capabilities.
He trusted that someone as perceptive as Robin would understand that necessity.
He unfolded the parchment and scanned it quickly.
[Name: Robin]
[Race: Human (?)]
[Level: Lv.1]
[Basic Abilities]:
Strength: I-0
Endurance: I-0
Dexterity: I-0
Agility: I-0
Magic: I-0
[Magic]
[Whitewing Resonance]
Type: Sound Magic. Ultra-Short Chant.
Effect: Uses concise syllables to trigger magic, releasing a sharp, highly penetrating directional sonic shockwave—like the beating of a bird's wings.
Chant: "Resound!"
[Stellar Fugue]
Type: Rank-Up Magic – Long Chant.
Effect: Burns a large amount of the caster's magic power to perform a "Rank Ascension" on a designated ally (including herself).
Ascension Effect: Temporarily boosts all basic abilities (Strength, Endurance, Dexterity, Agility, Magic) to a degree equivalent to raising the target by one adventurer Level (Lv).
Duration and number of targets depend on the caster's magic and mental strength.
Chant: "Hear the symphony that weaves destiny among the stars! Let melody be the stairway that transcends mortal limits! In this moment, ascend with me to the heavens – 'Stellar Fugue'!"
[Empty Slot]
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[Skills]
[Intoxicating Prelude]
Effect: When casting magic, recovers a portion of the magic power and mental energy consumed by that spell.
[Harmonic Convergence]
Effect: When fighting alongside allies, a unique "resonance of fate" is generated. Increases the efficiency at which both herself and all allies gain experience from battle. The effect scales with team size and coordination—the more members and the better the teamwork, the greater the bonus.
...
After reading Robin's Status, understanding flashed in Faen's eyes.
Just as he had expected.
Two magic spells, two skills—an already luxurious starting configuration.
But what was truly astonishing was the nature of those abilities.
[Stellar Fugue] was a Rank-Up magic—of the same category as the famous magic used by one of Orario's most notorious "cheat-tier" adventurers, a certain fox mage whose spell temporarily raised Levels.
That meant that once Robin matured, she alone could elevate the entire team's combat power by a full tier.
And [Harmonic Convergence] was the perfect team growth accelerator.
Add to that her self-defense attack magic [Whitewing Resonance] and the sustain provided by [Intoxicating Prelude], and Robin was a complete package—offense, support, and team-wide experience amplification all in one.
As a teammate, she was nothing short of ideal.
At the same time, Faen's earlier suspicion was fully confirmed.
Those summoned by the system did not retain the powers of their original worlds.
Like characters drawn from a summoning pool, regardless of whether they had once been world-destroying demon kings or saviors of entire civilizations, once summoned into this world, they started from Lv.1.
Robin was no exception.
In her original world, she had walked a path of harmony and possessed power beyond mortal comprehension.
But here—
Everything reset.
Her strength was wiped clean.
Yet her potential remained intact.
And that, precisely, was why she began with such an exceptional combination of magic and skills.
A super support with limitless growth potential had entered the stage.
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Night fell.
The northern village quieted, leaving only the wind whispering beneath the eaves.
The cabin had only two rooms, which created a small housing dilemma.
In the end, Faen decided that Alfia's former room would temporarily belong to Furina and Robin.
"Wow, this room is huge—and so clean!"
Furina looked around curiously the moment she stepped inside. She even bounced lightly on the bed, fascinated.
Robin said nothing.
She stood quietly in the center of the room, lake-green eyes surveying the space.
She could tell it hadn't been used in a long time—but it had been carefully maintained.
She had also noticed the fleeting complexity in Faen's eyes when he arranged the room.
The perceptive songstress asked no questions.
Instead, she smiled softly and wished him good night before gently closing the door.
...
The next morning, before the sun had fully risen and only the faintest light touched the horizon—
Robin rose quietly.
She intended to contribute to the Familia, perhaps by preparing breakfast.
But from the kitchen came the soft sounds of cooking—and the rich scent of food.
She stepped closer and saw Faen already working skillfully before the stove.
He placed sliced smoked meat into a heated pan. The fat sizzled audibly as it rendered, filling the air with savory aroma.
In another pot, barley porridge simmered gently.
He moved with natural ease, as if countless mornings over the past six years had begun exactly like this—alone.
Robin stood in the doorway, feeling a subtle stir in her heart.
There was surprise.
Admiration.
And a faint, almost unnoticed pang of sympathy.
She felt slightly ashamed—letting a boy younger than herself prepare breakfast for her didn't sit right.
"Good morning, Faen. May I help?"
Her voice was soft.
"Morning, Robin."
Faen turned, a faint smile on his face.
"No need. It's almost done. You and Furina can wash up first."
At that moment, Furina shuffled out of the room, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
The scent of food had guided her perfectly.
"Smells amazing… Faen, what are we having this morning?"
For their carefree goddess, there were no complicated emotions to untangle.
As long as there was something delicious to eat, the day was already a success.
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