"As you can see, mana is..."
While the lesson was going on, I lowered my head slightly and glanced at the Raven’s Crest dangling from my left hand, a smile creeping onto my face.
This really is reassuring.
It’s practically a free pass to acquire information, items, or whatever I need from the underworld at a fraction of the usual cost.
Even though the necklace from the Burrow family turned out to be worthless, getting this makes up for it.
However, my heart felt a bit heavy because of sothing Kurtz Newman said at the end.
‘What do you think of my son? He’s quite handso, isn’t he?’
At first, I didn’t understand what he ant.
I just thought he was another proud father, like Benedict, wanting to show off his son.
So I went along with it, because whether I liked it or not, Chester Newman is quite pretty.
"Child, do you know what he ant by that?"
‘He just wanted to brag about his son, right?’
"Sigh, I expected as much."
It wasn’t until later, when Grandpa explained it to , that I realized the true aning behind Kurtz Newman’s words. He told that noblen’s words often have a hidden aning.
Kurtz was asking if I had any interest in his son.
How was I supposed to know that?! I’m from the modern world, not so fantasy land!
By the ti I understood what he ant, it was too late to correct myself. Kurtz Newman had already ensnared with his sly words.
That damn old man. He planned this from the start, didn’t he?
I wondered why he was so eager to give the Raven’s Crest, and it turns out he wanted to bind to his family by blood?!
Weren’t you supposed to be a loving father?
Why would a father like you consider selling his son to a sugaki like ?
Do you really want to see your son being called a weakling♡ and a wimp♡ by his future daughter-in-law?
Do you actually want a daughter-in-law who calls you a pathetic balding head of the household♡?
What kind of value did you see in to make you pull such a stunt?!
Ugh, Kurtz Newman, you sly, perverted old man.
When a person has such a twisted heart, their forehead starts to widen.
Even your hair can’t stand your wickedness and is running away.
Do you get that?!
What’s even more frustrating is that after that, Kurtz Newman didn’t show the slightest hint of his ulterior motives.
If he had given a chance to object, I would’ve argued, but he kept our conversation strictly about business, like a cold-hearted rchant, leaving no opening.
‘I will indeed give you the Raven’s Crest, but for now, please make your requests through Alsatian. Our infrastructure is lacking at the mont. However, it won’t be long before I send soone from our family there.’
I swallowed my words and left the mansion, feeling like a child who lost an argunt, replaying the scene in my mind, wondering what I should have said instead.
Even now, I’m dumbfounded.
Regardless of our business relationship, I should have used my sugaki skills to provoke him.
"Lady Allen?"
While I was inwardly fuming, a voice calling my na made lift my head.
The professor of Mana Studies was staring at .
Why doesn’t he know when to give up?
No matter what trials or tribulations you throw at , I have Grandpa by my side.
Every ti you ask a question, I’ve always given the best answer, and yet you still doubt .
You just don’t like , right? Isn’t that it?
"Could you summarize the explanation I just gave?"
‘Grandpa.’
"I refuse."
‘Huh?’
Grandpa? Why the sudden change?
We’ve always been an unbeatable team.
We’re supposed to be in sync, knowing exactly what the other needs.
What’s gotten into you today? Why are you throwing a tantrum?
‘Why are you doing this?!’
"I think I’ve indulged you too much. To help you grow, I need to push you off a cliff every now and then."
What did I do wrong?!
Is it because I ignored your morning lecture?
I do that all the ti!
Or is it because I didn’t clean you up this morning?
Weapons can get a little dirty, you know!
Desperate, I pleaded for help, promising to do better, but Grandpa remained silent.
"Lady Allen?"
Grandpa! Lucy Allen will never forget this!
Just rember that!
What do I do now?
How do I get out of this?
Frantically, I recalled the feature the useless god had given yesterday.
The log!
Yes, if I use that, I should be able to see what the Mana Studies professor said.
I hurriedly opened the log window and scrolled up to find the professor’s words.
"What exactly are you doing?"
Found it.
So, it goes like this...
‘Mana is...’
"As the esteed professor ntioned, mana is..."
Having used my quick thinking to escape the trap set by the Mana Studies professor, I headed to the restroom at Soul Academy.
Why, you ask? To get revenge on Grandpa.
If he wanted to give advice, he should’ve done it earlier, not waited until the trial was right in front of and then pushed off a cliff.
If you shove a bird off a cliff before it learns to spread its wings, it’s not going to fly.
It’s going to fall and crack its head open.
It’s a good thing I managed to spread my wings before hitting the ground, or I would’ve been humiliated.
So now it’s ti for revenge.
He who tries to crack another’s head should be prepared to have his own head cracked in return.
"Child! You know I’m doing this for your own good!"
‘And I’m doing this for your own good. You need to take a shower.’
"Isn’t it strange that the water for the shower is in a toilet?!"
What does it matter? There’s nothing in there.
It might even be cleaner than seawater.
Just take a deep breath and dive in.
Oh, right, you don’t need to breathe since you’re not alive.
Perfect. I replayed the recent events in my mind, using Grandpa’s cries of protest from the toilet as background music.
Back when this was just a ga, the log function was pretty useless.
It was just there to show character dialogue, items you acquired, or how much experience you gained.
If you weren’t familiar with the ga, I suppose it might have been helpful, but as a veteran of Soul Academy, it was a button I never touched.
When I was playing the ga, I could control all the variables myself, so why would I bother checking the log?
Character dialogue?
I’ve heard it thousands, if not tens of thousands of tis, so replaying it was pointless.
When you’ve morized exactly what soone is going to say next, what’s the point in reading it again?
But this world isn’t a ga; it’s reality.
A world where I can’t control all the variables.
Here, the log function is more aningful than I ever imagined.
Just look at how easily I answered the professor’s question just now.
This is definitely a useful feature.
Unfortunately, there’s a limit to how far I can scroll back, so it doesn’t record everything that’s happened, but this much is enough.
"Ughhhhh..."
Grandpa’s groans, as if he were genuinely being tortured, echoed from the toilet where he had been subrged for a while.
His acting skills are no joke.
Did he think that by making feel guilty, I’d hesitate?
‘Grandpa, tell . Are you going to keep acting like this?’
"Do you think this will make give up?! I won’t say a word until you’ve learned to solve your problems on your own!"
‘Oh, really?’
Grandpa, you don’t know this, but I’ve just gained a very useful ability.
Even if you don’t help with the academy exams, I have plenty of other ways to get by.
There’s a limit to how much the log can store, but it can easily record everything that happens in a day.
As long as I skim through the material before the exam, it’ll be like taking an open-book test!
Even without Grandpa’s help, I’m practically guaranteed a perfect score!
"Are you bluffing?"
‘Bluffing? If that’s what you think, go ahead and believe it.’
"Huh? What have you obtained?"
‘Well, I’ve...’
Suddenly, the restroom door burst open while I was in the middle of talking to Grandpa.
A female student, chatting happily with her friend, walked in, only to freeze when she saw . After a couple of seconds, she snapped back to reality.
"Oh, I’m so sorry!"
She grabbed her friend’s hand and hurried out. Once I could no longer hear their footsteps, I sighed and ran a hand over my face.
"Um, child?"
‘Shut up, Grandpa.’
"...Okay."
I wonder what kind of strange rumors will start circulating now.
"There’s a weird rumor going around about you, Lady Allen. They’re saying you were smashing a toilet with your mace in the restroom."
While it wasn’t the first ti weird rumors about had spread, this one was a bit too much. Joy, who was clearly upset, voiced her indignation, but I couldn’t respond.
There was a bit of exaggeration, but it wasn’t entirely wrong.
I’m sure those girls never expected that I was torturing a mace in the toilet water.
"I was so angry when I heard the other noble girls talking about it."
‘...Joy, I’m fine.’
"Do you really have ti to worry about , you clueless noble? Pfft, anyone would think you’ve gotten less clueless."
"What’s wrong with being concerned?"
I teased Joy about being narrow-minded when she pouted at my comnt, and she turned her head away, sulking.
Watching her, I realized how much closer we’d beco since the beginning.
At this point, it wouldn’t be strange to call her a friend, right?
I’m so happy that I could beco friends with my favorite character.
Seeing her like this makes all the struggles I’ve gone through feel worth it.
Ah, what if Joy cos to for relationship advice one day?
Should I just grit my teeth for her happiness?
As I contemplated this, I began to understand how Benedict must have felt when he fretted over the idea of getting a boyfriend.
Of course, there’s a huge difference between and Benedict.
While my chances of dating anyone are close to zero, Joy is different.
Should I start preparing myself emotionally?
"By the way, Lady Allen, Lady Kent, have you started preparing for midterms?"
Perhaps sensing that she’d be teased endlessly, Joy hurriedly changed the subject.
Though her intention was obvious, I decided to play along.
‘Of course.’
"Worried about ? You’re the one who lost to in the entrance exam, clueless noble."
"This ti will be different."
Will it really?
Joy, I admit you’re smart, but do you think you can beat soone who’s cheating legally?
I’m invincible! The log function is godlike!
The log is going to copy my grades!
As I puffed out my chest confidently, a small voice chid in from beside .
"I’m leaving it to fate."
Freyr, with his usual stoic expression, made a ridiculous statent.
Coming from soone who once aid for a special entrance to the academy, it’s not sothing he should be saying, but I guess it’s lucky there’s such a thing as special admissions.
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