Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Surviving the Winter (7)

The surplus magic engineering supplies have been sorted. You can pick them up if you speak to the store staff. Also, weve managed to source most of the materials you listed, except for the legendary crafting ingredients. Its difficult to procure them, especially during winter. Twilight Sand for the Delheim Hourglass is hard to come by this season, and there are no available Gluckts Eye Fulan mountain crystal orbs on the market.

It seems like weve got an estimate for the crafting formulas that can currently be researched. Devices like the Grapple Hand, which can pull objects from a distance, Craegl Magic Ink that increases magical inscription efficiency, and Illumination Orbs that serve as lighting are manageable without Lortelles assistance.

The issue lies with magic engineering goods of rare grade or higher. While research could lead to their creation if materials were available, Very Rare grade items or higher start requiring magic. Some processes involve directly imbuing or removing properties.

The primary crafting goal was the Lightning Struck Millennium Staff, a Very Rare item needing magical inscription, but currently, I cant use magic.

There are other methods, but theyre quite troublesome, so its a dilemma.

Seeing Lortelle, he looks quite tired. Its the end of the year. Regardless of the era or setting, the year-end is a hellish time for those in business. They must wrap up the years work, settle accounts, plan for the next year, all while handling the onslaught of regular duties.

I know youre busy, and you even took care of my request. It could have waited.

I took care of it while I was at it, so dont worry too much. Uh-huh.

Stretching his arms with an air of nonchalance suggests he was working in his office right up until coming to camp.

Sitting across the campfire, Lortelle, who seems to have lost some energy, slightly lowers the corners of his mouth. The fleeting smile suggests hes quite fatigued.

Coming all this way just to relax, and even teaching me stuff. Its not a short distance.

I came to relax, so dont worry.

Closing his eyes and sipping the herbal tea, he looks utterly at ease.

A few snowflakes quietly settle down. I wrap up the books I was reading and place them under the tent.

The moon smiles. The once full moon now leaves only traces. Time flies by when youre caught up in the hustle and bustle.

The sound of flowing river water has also stopped at some point, and looking over the campfire towards the riverbank, thin ice has formed.

Even the river, thought to flow year-round, has entered hibernation, and the camp is swiftly enveloped in silence.

Sitting alone in the winter night camp, it feels as though time has stopped.

This silent moment comes fairly to everyone, but how its received varies. To me, this winter is a time to regroup, rest during the vacation, and a trial to protect myself from the severe cold.

But for people like Lucy and Lortelle, transcendent from such concerns, this winters silence probably doesnt mean the same.

Surprisingly, Lucy and Lortelle, seemingly different in every possible way, share something fundamental. Its not anything grand; rather, its a feeling most people bear quite commonly.

Different in form, but most people carry loneliness in their own ways.

And winters emptiness aggravates that loneliness annoyingly well.

Those whove walked alone through the quiet streets of winter nights know the sensation of traversing a sleeping world reinforces ones solitary state.

Winter has that kind of magical power. Not a particularly pleasant story, but true.

Youve had a tough time.

Actually, theres a lot more to talk about.

Lortelle speaks in a calm tone.

Why is Lucy sleeping there?

Its winter.

Does that answer the question?

Shrugging, I draw a sigh from Lortelle as he takes another sip of his herbal tea, then looks at Lucy with a contemplative gaze. He mutters about her possibly overreacting, then smoothly changes the topic.

Honestly, I wouldnt have come all this way just to talk about magic engineering supplies.

Is there something else?

Oh, pretending not to know?

Lortelle smiles wryly, gathering magic in his hand. A considerable book materializes above his palm, floating in mid-air unmistakably the Sages Manuscript.

Im the senser for this book.

Oh, you went through with the bid.

Thats right.

His fox-like grin while stirring the campfire made me wonder, recalling a detail Id forgotten amid the rapidly changing situation after collapsing from overwork.

I had implored Lortelle, promising to fulfill any request if he bid on the Sages Manuscript for me.

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The sly smile as I rub my forehead. After all, it was my own words.

Of course, Im not foolish enough to burden Ed with a task so immense its difficult to fulfill but as a merchant, its only right to recoup the investment.

What kind of grand request are you planning?

Just take my side.

Dissipating the manuscript with a swirl of magic, Lortelle looks down across the campfire.

Take your side?

Unlike the night, the northern forest felt lively with the sun up.

The chirping of sparrows and the rustling of leaves in the light wind were soothing to the ears, a change from the silent night forest.

Lost in the freshness of the morning air, Lucy emerged from the cabin following in my steps, staggering and sleepy, almost like a doll.

During the break, the rules of Ophelius Hall seemed to relax, and it felt like we spent more time at the camp than in the dorm.

Our days consisted of napping, going out to eat, eating together, occasionally reading books, and taking walks.

From my perspective, there was nothing to complain about. At least during the winter break, Lucys magic was of great assistance, so it was preferable for her to stay at the camp. I didnt want to over-rely on Yenika.

Could you start a fire?

Lucy, still bleary-eyed at the entrance of the cabin, lit a campfire before the sentence was even finished. She then slumped over to the other side of the fire and curled up to lie down.

Apparently suffocated by the cabins air overnight, she had come out for a breath of fresh morning air.

After stretching my limbs, I brewed a cup of tea and sat by the fire.

Sinking into the morning atmosphere, an important realization hit me.

Since Tanya is your sister, you know her, right? Does she really resent you that much?

I gulped dryly and took a deep breath.

As Ive mentioned before I dont know!

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I can only speculate about his life while living in the Rothtaylor residence.

Given the hapless and bewildered Ed Rothtaylor, its hard to believe he lived a decent life.

Its highly likely, even certain, that Tanya Rothtaylor genuinely hated Ed Rothtaylor. What she might plan to do or how I should respond is still unknown.

I have no idea what terrible things Ed might have done to Tanya while they lived in the Rothtaylor residence or the extent of her grudge.

Up until now, my knowledge of the future has served as a solid basis for judgment, but for this case, that reliable future knowledge is worthless.

I must adapt on the spot.

Sigh

Once more, I exhaled and washed up, combing my fingers through my hair.

This was undoubtedly a tricky situation.

Whats the use of worrying?

At that moment, I saw a figure walking in the distance.

A young girl accompanied by several servants. Even from afar, the figure bathed in the morning sunlight breaking through the forest was clear.

Her wavy golden hair was memorablea color all too familiar to me.

Bright golden eyes and a confident stride were exactly as I had seen in the third act.

I simply sat at the camps chair and watched the approaching figure without moving.

Tanya Rothtaylor.

The biological younger sister of the body I now occupied.

Our relationship was unknown, so I had to remain still. By staying put, I could at least avoid making things worse.

Tanyas sharp gaze stopped in front of the camp. Silence enveloped us for a moment.

She scanned the camps surroundings before turning her intense eyes towards me.

Slowly, she opened her mouth

Oh, its been a while Brother

A servant beside her took out a neatly packed tie pin as a gift.

I, I brought a present since we havent seen each other in so long

?

I smoothed my lips and looked again at Tanya.

She diverted her gaze awkwardly, seeming somewhat afraid, or perhaps embarrassed It was as if she had seen something daunting.

At the very least, Tanya didnt appear to harbor deep grudges.

Then, I was able to come to a conclusion.

Yes. Thats it

Well done Ed Rothtaylor!

It seems you had a sufficiently solid life while at the Rothtaylor residence!!

Sorry for jumping to conclusions!! I was unaware.!!