Chapter 193: A World Of Magic

Chapter 193: A World Of Magic

Dont you want to go back to the bakery, though?

Thats what Lucinda asks while Im making lunch. I made Valarith transport some supplies, and Im cooking for everyone.

Sunk cost fallacy, Lucy. If you have spent a lot on something, it doesnt mean you should still be throwing money or time at it just because. Im done with baking. For now, at least. I dont see any reason I should be going back to Amorium or trying to fight my sentence.

Arent you angry?

I stop finely cutting the pork belly to take a big breath.

Yep. Obviously, I exhale, but what should I do? Start a covert war with the nobles? Go against the entire Royal Family? Should I start murdering every single enemy I have? Nah, thank you. Ill mind my own business. If people who figure out who I am and where I am want to mess with me, Ill take care of them. But I think we have both assessed that I can probably fry anything short of an [Archmage] from the inside out.

Lucinda sighs and nods.

Also, if you can learn from Valarith, you are set. She and Lord Juler are the real deal. The Vanedenis are as crazy as mad cows, but they are also the strongest, arent they?

They are losing the continental war on Kome. They have been losing for centuries now.

And yet, they are still fighting. Also, they fought each other because of a crazy necromancer. And if Valarith went back, she could easily slaughter all their enemies and lead the Vanedenis to victory.

Lucinda shrugs and looks at the food Im making with a raised eyebrow.

Is that a, what is it called again?

Carbonara.

Is it the one with milk?

I look at her with a disgusted expression.

Jesus. Where are you from? New Jersey? Disgusting.

No? Which one was the milky thing? I could have sworn it was this one, she says with a glint in her eyes.

I am not entertaining these satanic talks, please, I say while waving a hand. Also, as I was saying. You are good. I have a little proposal for us. Later. Not now. But learning magic from them? Man, people would kill for itmaybe even cause genocide. Given the murderous tendencies of Elves, I wouldnt be surprised.

Have you decided what to do? she asks, ignoring what I just said.

In a world without magic, its fine to be whoever you are. If you are a coward or weak, its fine. Theres really nothing most people can do about it. Some Humans since we are talking just about Humans are happy with being weak. Aspiring to a grand life is, in a sense, meaningless. Everyone dies in the same way. Whether its between silks or rags, everyone kicks the bucket equally.

Heres different, Lucinda sighs, hinting at the awareness of what I will say next.

Yeah. Heres different. You can become immortal. And even more, you can level so much that you become a literal [Hero]. Every single one of you matters, in a way. You just have to put the work in, buckle up, and be ready to go down with a fight. So

Why dont we? Lucinda finished my sentence.

Yeah.

People are scared of dying in the same way they are in your world. No one is immune to fear. The fact that we gain levels, while your people dont, doesnt really change what happens inside your head, does it?" she asks.

It should. It hella should.

When she puts a hand over mine, I realize I was about to fall into my thoughts, willing to abandon reality for as long as possible.

Ill have your back, Lucinda tells me, cringing slightly at her own words.

Thats something unusual from you.

Ill leave you to die, then, she snorts, taking her hand away.

I grip her arm before she can get away.

Nah. Next time an [Archmage] picks a fight with me, Ill tell them to meet with you first. You better study hard with Valarith, you know?

Are you jealous of her? You have been mentioning the Princess a lot.

Jealous? I snort.

But before I can continue, a part of me starts aching.

A little? I dont know. It feels weird that Lord Juler is not in my head anymore. He felt like a like a

Lord Juler felt like a father to me.

And thats something that I had lost a long time ago.