[Name: Ed Rothstaylor]
Gender: MaleAge: 17School Year: 2ndSpecies: Human
Achievements: None
Vitality: 6Intelligence: 5Dexterity: 9Willpower: 8Luck: 6
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[Newly Crafted Product]
Farming Fishing Net
After weaving the net, it is installed onto a branch so it doesn't collapse into the flowing stream.Caught fish can be kept alive for several days.
Production Difficulty Level: ●●○○○
"Production completed. Production Skills have increased."
The net I spent half the day making turned out better than I expected.
I used half of it as a fishing net right away. The other half I set up like a hammock, making it a decent resting spot. It turned out better than expected, so I was quite satisfied.
As my living space became more furnished, I started to become a bit greedy. My diet had also improved and diversified. More than anything, the amount of physical effort I needed had decreased significantly.
In the past, just running to the academic district would leave me exhausted for the entire day. But recently, I could even walk back without much trouble.
Even if I fell asleep late, I'd wake up feeling refreshed the next morning.
I was becoming more confident and satisfied with this life.
[Magic Skills Details]
Grade: Low-grade MagicianSpecialized Field: Elements
Common Magic:܀ Fast Casting Lvl 2܀ Mana Sense Lvl 5
Fire Element Magic:܀ Ignite Lvl 10
Wind Element Magic:܀ Wind Blade Lvl 10
Since I still couldn't properly use intermediate magic, I was limited to beginner-level spells. However, because I could repeatedly practice them—and because my survival depended on maintaining a fire—I managed to push them to level 10.
If I focused, I could now knock down a thick tree in one strike. Even controlling the campfire had become effortless.
Of course, I couldn't use them freely since my mana capacity was still low. But even so, only a few first-years would surpass me when it came to Ignite or Wind Blade.
As my proficiency with elemental magic improved, my daily life became much more convenient. Cutting firewood, managing the fire at night, and processing materials—all of it became easier.
To be honest… I was having quite a lot of fun.
Before heading to the academic district, I looked over my camp, everything neatly arranged.
It might not look like much, but it was something I built with my own hands. And with that strange sense of pride and satisfaction, I wanted to try even more things.
First things first—smoking meat was taking too much time and effort.
I wondered if I could build a proper smoker so the smoke wouldn't just spread everywhere. But I couldn't come up with a good design.
"Hm… I guess I can make one another time."
After finishing trimming my bow, I checked my laundry and the jerky on the drying rack, then sat back down by the fire.
My schoolwork went fairly well today. After reviewing Senior Professor Eskin's assignment for Elemental Studies, I was basically done for the day. Considering it was still early evening, I'd say I had gotten pretty good at managing my time.
I hummed as I finished trimming my last arrow. Lately, everything I did had been yielding better results, so I couldn't help but feel good.
If I could keep living like this until graduation, then there wouldn't be any problems with my plan.
Thinking that, I wrapped up the day—
Bang!
A monster suddenly came flying in, smashing through the drying rack I had worked so hard to build, rolling across the ground before coming to a stop.
A flock of birds scattered overhead, and a cloud of dust briefly obscured my vision.
When I looked down, I saw a familiar witch hat lying nearby.
Looking further ahead, Lucy was sprawled on the ground beside the destroyed drying rack. She was covered in dirt, her face planted against the trunk of an old tree.
"Wh-what is this?"
I stood up, reacting a bit late. Lucy, still lying there, responded weakly.
"I almost died…"
That wasn't something I expected Lucy to say.
Why was this girl—who usually floated around like a spirit—suddenly crashing in like this?
"You almost died? Who was it?"
"Be… Belle Maya…"
The name of a senior maid from Ophilis Hall.
"What the hell!"
I grabbed the nearest fire poker and threw it at her. I thought it would bounce off, but surprisingly, she didn't even use defensive magic.
It hit her like a flick to the forehead, making her tear up and collapse again. The black mark on her forehead was pretty impressive.
"Should you really be lying there?"
"I'm out of mana…"
That speed, that impact… she must have used high-ranking spatial magic—Space Leap.
Even professors needed full concentration and incantations to cast high-ranking spells.
"After dinner, I was going to skip the monthly dorm meeting… but I got caught…"
"So?"
"Belle got really angry… and started coming at me with a clenched fist…"
I remembered Lucy's event scenes. This uncontrollable troublemaker had one natural enemy—
Belle Maya.
Lucy had no way of dealing with her. Whenever Lucy caused trouble, missed schedules, or neglected her appearance, Belle would simply clench her fist and approach her. It was practically a traditional method of disciplining troublemakers.
It was honestly funny—seeing a genius like Lucy get overpowered by a maid.
But no matter how talented Lucy was, she would never cross the line with the Ophilis Hall maids. It was an unwritten rule in Sylvania that they had to be respected.
Before that rule even spread, students already felt indebted to them.
Even those used to being served were impressed by the maids' competence. They weren't just skilled in housework—they could support academics and even use basic magic.
They were quiet, precise, and professional.
Which meant that Belle Maya's rougher demeanor was more of an exception.
"I thought it would hurt, so I ran… It all happened so suddenly…"
In short, Lucy used fast casting and wordless casting with spatial magic to escape—all the way from Ophilis Hall to here.
Forcing that kind of casting would completely ruin efficiency—far beyond just two or three times worse. And she used high-ranking spatial magic on top of that.
It was like using a private jet to go to a convenience store.
No wonder even Lucy ran out of mana instantly.
I was speechless.
Because Belle charged at her with a raised fist, Lucy panicked—like a cat startled by a cucumber—and flew all the way here.
Lucy, still lying on the ground in her loose pajamas, groaned.
"So tiring…"
"Isn't this your fault?"
"I've been having a hard time lately… That senior maid's been extra sensitive…"
"Belle Maya?"
That expressionless, machine-like maid?
"You might not notice… but I can… She's really sensitive lately… I think there's someone she's worried about… And I feel like her anger might fall on me too…"
Lucy, still covered in dirt, finally got to the point.
"You know…?"
I already knew what she was going to ask.
"Do you have any beef jerky?"
Of course.
I slowly raised my hand and pointed behind her.
At the spot where she crashed… lay the destroyed drying rack—and the jerky scattered across the ground.
Covered in dirt.
Completely ruined.
"...Hah."
Lucy's face turned pale.
I flicked her forehead.
With no mana left, she just rolled on the ground, screaming.