How to Survive at the Academy chapter 18

Golden Daughter (1)

“Hello bye!”

With his superhuman self-control, he endured the fact that the corners of his mouth were almost going down. When they returned to the camp after collecting edible grass and herbs, an uninvited guest was sitting in the camp.

The girl who sat there, waving her feet and waving her feet, greeted her with a log that had been cut and laid down for use as a seat, was definitely Yenika, the so-called second-year chief and genius spirit.

The other day, I met by chance near the guardian tree of Merylda, and I often greeted each other because the classes I took were overlapping, but I have never received a proper greeting.

It’s partly because I’m avoiding Yenika in the first place, and it’s because people around her and her best friends appear like ghosts and throw them away.

I am grateful for my point of view as I want to minimize contact with Yenika, but for Yenika, who wants to make a lot of friends, it seems like a very disturbing thing.

Yenika’s friends probably told her that there was nothing good about being friends with the bad guy Ed Roth Taylor, but unfortunately, Yenika is also a girl with a temperament like a toddler.

He always shows his youthful side, so even if it seems like he’s just waiting for a while without thinking, there is a side to pushing out what he thinks is right for him.

The only proof of that was the situation right now.

“Wow, that’s great! It’s like a secret base here!”

He raises his hands and walks around in admiration, as innocent as a child watching the first snow fall.

“Can I visit often?”

I don’t want to get hurt again if I say straight up and say no. Anyway, this witty girl has a talent for stimulating some kind of protective spirit. So that’s why my classmates are so fond of it.

“Come on here for something good.”

“I was excited because it felt like I was going on an adventure. Ed, don’t you think so too?”

It’s not like every day is pounding. Yesterday, I made a mistake in managing the bonfire, and the fire went out at dawn, and I almost got attacked by wild boars at night.

But even with the same heartbeat. It’s a bit different…

“I want to talk with you a little more… something I want to ask you, and… something to talk about?”

Among so many people, why am I the only one…? It seems like it would seem too crude to put such a question in front of my face.

No matter how far you need to keep your distance, if you treat him like a human being, isn’t that just garbage…

However, on the contrary, it was also true that there was nothing good about being too kind.

“How did you know?”

This is a camp located in the corner of the expansive northern forest, far away from the Haksa-dong and living quarters where students live.

There are only a few people who know that my dwelling place is in a place like this.

“Did the wolf tell you, perhaps?”

Still, if it’s most likely, it’s Merylda.

High Wind Spirit Merylda is close to Yenikawa’s family. Besides, I am the main character of this forest, so it wouldn’t be strange if I told Yenica about me living in a corner of the forest.

“No, Merylda talks about you a lot, but she doesn’t tell me about camp locations or private secrets. That’s because it’s Ed’s personal matter.”

This bastard is surprisingly sure about privacy protection, isn’t it? I thought I would have confided everything about me to Yenika because I was a talker to pretend to be.

So who the hell gave Jenika the location of my camp?

“The correct answer is ~ Doo-to-do-do-too~.”

While I was twisting my hair, I spit it out with a triumphant face, but I already had a conclusion in my head through the method of extinction.

“It’s Bell… oh…”

“What! Whoa, you’re quick!”

Bell Maya. The name, which is somewhat unfamiliar to me, refers to the senior maid of the Ophelis Hall, which is famous for being the most luxurious among the three dormitories of the Sylvania Academy.

How did she tell Yenika the location of this camp? To argue that fact, we have to go back about a week.

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[ Name : Ed Roth Taylor ]

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Grade: 2

Race: human

Achievements: None

stamina 6

intellect 5

ash week 9

will power 8

luck 6

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A great weekend to get the job done.

I washed my clothes, completely soaked in sweat from hunting all morning, and laid them out by the river.

Nearly two weeks have passed since the painful joint combat practice was successfully completed.

Once you get directly involved with the main characters of the screenplay, you feel like 10 years old. I am doubly tired because I am impatient, running a tightrope, and running my daily life at the same time because I am afraid that it will adversely affect the main scenario.

Still, after the battle practice, there was almost no connection with the main characters, so it was a comfortable period.

As a result of having time to focus solely on my studies and survival, the sluggish stamina stat increased by 1 additionally. Talent stats, which have risen relatively well, gradually began to become less volatile. From 10, it will not be easy to really raise level 1 level 1 level.

If the stamina stat was 6, it wasn’t too bad now. Of course, compared to the overwhelming combat specifications of the combat students, it may be new blood, but as an ordinary person, it is at a level where they can do their part.

In the end, the reference point for high-performance stats is 10. Whether it’s the proficiency level or these basic stats, once you pass 10, the volatility becomes extremely low, and each step requires a bone-shearing effort.

Considering that the end spec is formed around 20 or so, there is still a long way to go.

Still, that’s the standard for an extraordinary playable character that exceeds the standard of the general public. If this is the case, it will be an ability value that can be sufficiently valued even at this point in time.

Thanks to the results of the effort, some fine muscles were also attached to the body.

I took off my shirt and stood by the river and looked over my body.

“As expected, the stamina stats are quite meaningful.”

Over the past two months, as I have been constantly constrained by a schedule of testing the limits of human beings, my body has begun to evolve to adapt.

Even if it was never enough to become a macho man who boasts of flabby muscles, his life-style fine muscles began to rise little by little on his stomach, shoulders, and forearms. Beyond the anchovies, if you think about the original state of Ed, who was just a body figure, it is a development of a long line.

He had come this far from a body that was not even a rat’s tail of physical talent, so a lot of progress had been made.

However, the skill level of the bow is still very low, and the dagger, which is considered to be the most useful of the auxiliary weapons, has not been properly mastered. The road has been quite long, but there is still a long way to go.

“If you train now, you’ll be more comfortable later… Let’s not be lazy.”

Although it is quite a meaningful achievement, it is not enough to be satisfied with this level of achievement alone. I waved my arms from side to side, bent my back to loosen up, and moved my body to deal with the work that was pushed back during the week.

Now that we have run out of firewood, we plan to cut the logs again and use the remaining time in the afternoon to weave the nets. It is a work to create a complex mesh by mobilizing all the remaining silk threads and stacking them in a diagonal line shape, and twisting them in each section where the two diagonal lines meet.

Why do you make nets? Some were for net fishing, but more importantly, it was for the preservation of fish.

The meat was stored by digging a crypt for preservation, but the preservation time was not very long, so it would spoil quickly. However, when all of them were salted and salted, the amount of salt that could be obtained from the rock salt was not sufficient.

So, the method I came up with was to smoke, that is, to lightly cook only the surface with wood smoke and then dry it. This extended the preservation period of the meat by several days or more, allowing time for hunting to be invested in studies and other survival activities.

However, the efficiency of fish was not as good as meat, even if the preservation period was extended through smoking. In addition, the deterioration of the taste was much worse, so it was not easy to properly cook the fish that had been caught for a long time.

That’s why I’m trying to make a net and tie it to a branch, and then set up my own farm by the river. If all goes well, the caught fish can be kept alive. You will be able to capture both the freshness and taste of the fish.

It was a decent enough attempt. During the week, my energy is wasted just collecting resources to live day by day because I am taking classes, so a weekend with a little extra time was appropriate for this kind of experiment.

After I quickly cut down all the firewood and checked whether the uniforms I had washed before were well dried, I was full of heart to start the work to weave the nets.

“Zzz… Zzz…”

I took off my shirt and relaxed my body by bending my arms around. And when we went to the tree stump we had prepared for chopping firewood, it was all too naturally that Lucy Meryl was sleeping there, curled up.

I picked up Lucy Meryl so naturally, put it on my shoulder so naturally, carried it like a lump, and threw it all too naturally into the wooden shelter.

“Wow, Agag!”

Lucy, suspended in the shelter, tossed and turned, but anyway, it was a bed covered in soft marten and squirrel skin. Soon after, he fell asleep again, breathing out.

Judging by the time zone, it was Lucy Meryl’s nap time. If I forget it, he shows up once in a while and uses the camp like my bed, and now I can’t even sigh after confronting him.

“I’ll just cut fifty pieces of firewood and go check out my uniform. It should be finished in an hour.”

It was the moment when I hit the first piece of firewood with saliva on both hands and holding the axe.

-bang!

“Wow…”

When I heard a loud crashing sound, I turned around to see Lucy stroking her forehead softly. It was as if he had jumped up and banged his head against a wooden support stick protruding from it.

Once he goes to sleep, unless he pinches both cheeks tightly, Lucy, who doesn’t wake up, suddenly wakes up with a knife.

“…what are you doing?”

“… it smells…!”

After making such an unfamiliar sound, he grabbed his witch hat and ran out of the camp like the wind.

I couldn’t help but admire the movement like a lightning bolt. When I closed and opened my eyes for a moment, the dwarf body was gone, and only the aftermath of the wind magic that Lucy used as Lucy disappeared blew away my sweat.

“… What?”

After all, it didn’t take long to realize why.

“…who is there?”

It was Bell Maia, the senior maid of Sylvania’s best dormitory, Ophelis Hall, who came out through the grass.

*

I know the settings for the maids of the Ophelis Hall quickly.

As they are the administrators of the Ophelis Hall where all kinds of noble and talented students live, they are all working with skills and pride comparable to those of the Imperial users. Usually, the maids of the Ophelis Hall are the best specialists in the field, who have received special education from an early age.

But that’s just an aspect of the setting, and if you ask if there was a big influence in the scenario of Sylvania’s Failed Swordsmanship, there’s nothing particularly memorable…

In any case, it was only explained as a device to emphasize the speciality of the Ophelis Hall, but there was no person who had a significant influence on the main scenario.

In other words, Bell Maia, whom I met now, was also of a level that I couldn’t take any more than the appreciation of, ‘Oh, there must have been such a child…’. If you look at the proportion of the screenplay, he is a side-legged character that even compares to Ed Roth-Taylor, the villain who uses it once.

“I was going to go deep into the forest, but I didn’t know that I would meet Ed like this.”

“Ah, yes… it’s been a while.”

“…you don’t have to be respectful.”

Bell Maia is a character who has little influence on the screenplay, but she is like a licorice at a drugstore who comes out once in a while if she forgets it and gives her meaningful lines once.

To give an example, when you see a protagonist or heroine facing a trial and say, ‘Still, that will is alive in your eyes. He will surely overcome it.’ Or, ‘If it’s her, I’m sure she can overcome it…’.

Although he doesn’t actually help solve the problem, he is a necessary person who seems to be secretly unnecessary in the scenario, giving some confidence that the problem will be solved anyway. Other than that… Well, the one thing you’re afraid of is Lucy Meirl, the sorceress of the Dokgodai?

Well, the essence doesn’t change if you give it a lot of meaning.

He’s a member of a ‘side-legged character’ club, like Ed Roth Taylor.

“I’ll just be respectful.”

“Jon is more uncomfortable with me.”

“After all, I am no longer an aristocrat.”

“You’re still a student in Sylvania, aren’t you?”

The neatly trimmed ebony hair and modest physique explain why she was able to take the title of ‘senior’ maid in the Ophelis Hall, which only collects real professional maids.

Even though he entered the depths of this forest with a body unable to use any basic magic, the elegantly dressed maid clothes have no wrinkles.

“To be honest, I was very surprised.”

I can’t even feel it when I say that with my mouth on a subject that doesn’t even flutter.

“Somehow, your tone has changed a lot, and you have a stout physique.”

Only then did I realize that I had taken off my top. I’m not shy or shy… On the contrary, it’s rather disconcerting because there’s no change in expression on the other side.

“I am glad that it is a good change.”

“Ah yes…”

“You don’t have to be respectful.”

“I don’t like it.”

“…”

I don’t know for sure because she has an expressionless face all the time, but I think I touched her strange pride.

“You can do it.”

“I don’t like it.”

“When you were living in the Ophelis Hall, you were kind.”

“That’s when… when I was living in the Ophelis building…”

Anyway, the maids of the Ophelis Hall have a strange stubbornness that is difficult to understand.

I saw Belle holding a large basket in one hand. When I glanced at the contents with a squint, it was filled with all kinds of mushrooms, herbs, and fruits.

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Watching them take charge of this kind of work, the Internet meme that jokedly called the maids of the Ophelis Hall ‘human livestock makers’ is understandable.

They are people who can’t do anything, so all you have to do is sit still and open your mouth.

“I knew you were still in school. Every morning I help Ms. Yenika get ready, and we talk a lot about Master Ed.”

“okay?”

“I thought he was still living in this way… When he left the Ophelis Hall, he looked like he had lost everything in the world, so I thought he was going to leave the school as it is.”

Only after listening to the end did I realize.

Bell was the short-haired maid who handed me the wooden bag the day I was kicked out of the Ophelis for the first time.

It was at the time when I had just flew into this world, so I was not in the mood, and in the first place, the maids of the Ophelis Hall were united and thought as one, so I didn’t realize it.

“Anyway, I’m glad you’re doing well.”

“Oh, yes, thanks for the encouragement.”

“When are you planning to do it?”

“I have no intention of doing it.”

These strange races are born with an unknown temperament that makes them rather uncomfortable with respect. What kind of education did you receive and grow up to be the owner of such a mindset?

Anyway, what caught my eye the most from my point of view was the basket the senior maid Bell was holding.

It is filled with all kinds of mushrooms, edible herbs, and fruits.

He was feeling the limit with his self-taught knowledge of edible plants by borrowing books from the student library. Since the contents of that basket are all edible species, if you can get just one, the number of plants you can collect will increase dramatically.

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Mushrooms and fruits are particularly toxic, so they are plants that have not been touched at all. It’s an opportunity to be able to discern it, so I can’t help but salivate.

Well, even though Bellmaia looks cold like that, she has a pretty good personality, so if she asks for help, she’ll gladly accept it.

As I mentioned in the beginning, the maid of the Ophelis building is not a side-leg person who doesn’t have much influence on the scenario.

Just because they interact a little or become close doesn’t mean that big things can happen.

On the contrary, the benefits may outweigh the disadvantages. If we get to know each other a little bit, wouldn’t it be possible to get leftover ingredients, fabrics, and various work tools from the Ophelis Hall?

At this point, wouldn’t it be more stupid to push them coldly?

They are the maids of the Ophelis Hall, who rarely illuminate their faces throughout the scenario. Yeah, just being a little closer can have any effect!

Having come to that conclusion, I cleared my voice and spoke again in a welcoming tone to Bell Maia with a relaxed smile.

“It must be a lot of hard work for you to come to such a deep forest to procure food. But the basket…”

Yes, we can be friendly!

And I will regret this choice forever until the end of the scenario.

*

“Yes. I tell Belle a lot of Ed’s story. That’s why Bell often jokes around with me, but suddenly he also tells me that Ed met you here.”

You’re not human, you’re just spreading the privacy of a man who protects even a wind spirit like this?

No, obviously, the person I know, called Belle Maia, is reticent and doesn’t talk about other people carelessly. A heavy mouth is the most basic of basic qualities for a seasoned maid.

As far as I know, Bell Maia is an elite maid who is well equipped with such basic skills.

“It’s a long weekend, so they told me to come and meet you. Did you tie your hair up like this today? Come on, isn’t it pretty with a braid like this on one side?”

look at this kid

“Uh, yes…”

“So, I’m talking about the worries I talked about earlier…”

Yenika sat down, hugging her knees, as if she was going to get to the point. Staring at the burning bonfire, Yenica had a hard time bringing up the story.

At first, I wondered why I had to give advice on my concerns among so many people.

“Ed may not have seen him because he went out first, but I… I injured someone during the joint combat practice last month.”

The event that summoned the high-ranking fire spirit Takan and covered the nail tube with flames must have been one of the largest events to take place this semester.

It’s not clear who the victim was. First, considering the fact that she broke the rules and used intermediate magic, it would be a gain for herself, but for Yenika with a good heart, that was only a secondary fact.

Why is it that I am the person for counseling about worries?

This is because, in the beginning, all the students are on Yenika’s side.

Lovely and cheerful, Yenica is a precious treasure for all sophomores. So, if you feel a little guilty or blame yourself, everyone will come forward to encourage Yenika and take your side.

But Yenika knows. All the evaluations they make were made on tilted scales.

As people who care deeply for Yenica, they do not give objective and impartial judgments. It is very grateful to listen to one’s side unconditionally, but that doesn’t mean that the mistakes that have been made are gone.

So it came to me. Since I, who has relatively little temperament to take Yenika’s side, won’t be judging solely on Yenika’s side.

It can be said that she is a really kind and upright girl, but that’s why her relationship with Lortel is so bad.

“Hey. No matter how hard I try to forget, I wonder if I was too bad… Was it too much of an overreaction to cause me to get hurt?

“I see…”

“Are you going to apologize?”

“So.”

“But then your friends will tell you not to ever do that because he did it wrong in the first place.”

“Then do it. If you think you are right.”

“Umm.”

She left Yenika alone with her chin resting on her lap while she rested her chin on it.

I decided not to force my value judgment on Yenika. It’s because I’m not sure what’s going to affect her. The weight of the character of Yenica Palerover is too heavy to affect her behavior by making quick judgments about right and wrong.

Even if I wanted to be a bit savage, I realized that there was nothing I could do about it.

“It’s Ed.”

However, the response that came back was more unexpected than expected.

“Ed, never… unconditionally side with me.”

“If you feel bad, you can’t help it.”

“Yes? no no. must come.”

He seemed to have a lower tension than usual when he was basking in the bonfire and smiling brightly.

“I don’t feel bad at all. never, not at all. Rather, it is reassuring.”

However, only meaningful words continued.

“I want everyone in the world to be like Ed.”

There was no time to ponder the meaning of those words that flowed out of one ear. Because I had a lot of work to do today.

*

“I want to buy your two hours. Sir Ed.”

The next day, after class on elemental science, it was time to go out for lunch.

At first glance, she looks polite and elegant, but her bright turquoise eyes are a girl full of greed for wealth.

Reddish-brown hair, neatly combed and neatly tied from the shoulder blades, was running down her shoulders.

Perhaps it was an injury during joint combat training, or a small bandage protruding from the neck or forearm was visible. Seeing how long it has been since the joint combat training ended, and the small wounds still remain, I can imagine how badly injured it must have been at the time. That good Yenika deserves to have her feet rolled.

As if waiting for you, I know that girl who is sitting on the bench in a rather dignified position, facing me from the faculty building.

One of the four major heroines of Sylvania’s failing sword castle, who later set up a confrontation with Princess Penia, and later became a dog breeder.

The only daughter of Elte Keheln, the greatest colossus on the continent, and a rare female statue who climbs to the top of the Tower of Gold Coins only with a desire for wealth.

Later, people called the girl… ‘Golden Daughter’ with respect.