A New Spark
Beatrice possesses an inquisitive soul, undoubtedly. Her traumas do not entirely restrain her; there is something in her essence that will remain immutable no matter what.
I require someone with a brilliant mind to collaborate with me, and to entice her, I set a small trap.
It was in the mansion, on the morning of this day, when I placed the blueprints of the steam engine. When I encountered Beatrice again, I inquired if she had seen the blueprints.
Her response was negative, and in that moment, I uttered some final words with a touch of provocation: "Well, it seems rather challenging for you to grasp."
That simple provocation ignited her inquisitive soul, and she promptly asked me to provide a brief explanation of how the machine functions. I do not anticipate that she can fully comprehend it, as not everyone in my world grasped its complexity.
Nevertheless, I offered a vague explanation to stimulate her contemplation.
While Beatrice is engrossed in the review of her notes, Puck remains at her side, entirely relaxed, and observing her intently.
"Have you finished already? You've taken more time than I expected," Puck remarks with an intriguing smile.
"Yes, I came here to speak with you, but seeing Beatrice in this state is truly astonishing," I admit, recognizing a reflection of myself in her passion for research.
Beatrice continues to peruse various floating books, meticulously taking notes while her lips utter unintelligible words. It is evident that she is wholly immersed in her work.
Puck casts a final glance at Beatrice before approaching me, his gaze filled with curiosity.
"What do you wish to discuss?" he inquires, prepared to delve into the depths of our conversations.
"Roswaal mentioned that I have an affinity for fire. Since I lack knowledge on how to manipulate mana, I wondered who could guide me. And who better than a great spirit?" I lean toward Puck as a gesture of respect.
"Would it be possible for you to provide me with your assistance?" I ask as I slowly straighten up. Puck regards me with a brief expression of uncertainty. I do not possess much information about Puck's personality, but I believe he is not a malicious entity. Finally, Puck responds enthusiastically:
"Of course!" Puck exclaims with joy.
"Really?" My voice brims with joy, and I thank him with a knowing look. "Master," I add with a playful wink. Puck swells with pride in response.
"With pleasure, apprentice," Puck responds with a deep and solemn voice. We both share a conspiratorial laugh as we bid farewell to Beatrice, who appears lost in her own thoughts.
"Well, it seems I left her deep in contemplation," I comment, feeling satisfied that I captured her attention before departing the library.
"I'm glad to see her enjoying something," Puck adds with a touch of melancholy in his voice.
Together, we make our way to the mansion's backyard.
There, Emilia stands in a small stone gazebo, surrounded by dozens of blue lights. I have had the opportunity to witness this scene once in the lower quarters, but its beauty remains mesmerizing. I turn my gaze to Puck, ready to embark on the journey of mana.
Puck smiles slightly upon seeing me and playfully dons a pair of glasses along with a long mustache, as if about to assume the role of an elderly mentor.
In a deep and solemn voice, Puck commences his exposition:
"Mana is the life force present within every living being. All creatures harbor mana within themselves, which purifies and strengthens the body. In essence, it is a potent energy that rejuvenates bodily functions."
This might explain why people in this world are initially more robust than those devoid of mana.
"People are born with a specific elemental affinity within them, which means they cannot harness other types of mana," Puck adds as he continues his elucidation.
"Is there a reason for this? If magic stems from mana, why can't I learn other forms of magic?" I inquire, intrigued by this limitation.
Puck proceeds to elucidate:
"To master the magic of a particular element, one must comprehend its workings, i.e., how to transmute mana into that specific element. "
The ability to employ magic seems to be intrinsic to everyone's nature from birth, as if encoded in their genes.
"You will wield that magic almost as if it were second nature. The true challenge lies in learning all its possible applications and perfecting your control over it," Puck continues.
At that moment, Puck floats closer to me, places his paw on my forehead, and begins a peculiar mime with his mouth, mimicking a sound that, in another context, might be considered fictitious. However, in this new world, it becomes a fascinating reality.
After a few seconds, Puck opens his eyes with a burst of surprise. But his amazement swiftly fades, replaced by infectious elation.
"Wow! It seems I'll have to talk more, Marco," Puck whirls around me with overflowing enthusiasm. "You have more than one element within you, fire and wind, no less!"
"More than one element? Wind?" I gaze at Puck with wide-open eyes, unable to conceal my astonishment. Having two elements is not something mentioned in the novel.
If I've assumed the role of the protagonist, then I should inherently possess the Yin element and nothing more.
However, I find myself in a perplexing conundrum. Fundamentally, I remain a human being, but now, I am ensnared within the intricate threads of a narrative. What should be my course of action? The cogs of my intellect spin at a frenzied pace. Regardless of the circumstances, I must seize every opportunity that unfolds before me.
"It's not a common occurrence, but there are individuals who are born with compatibility for more than one magical element," Puck states, coming to a halt before me, his voice brimming with excitement. "Remarkable, Marco." Puck's applause resonates within me with a fervor that reverberates in my heart.
I yearn to uncover a reason, an explanation, yet I comprehend that such revelations are futile without information. If the magical element is indeed intricately tied to one's DNA, it should not be unusual to encounter mutations.
What truly perplexes me is why someone from another world, such as myself, would possess such attributes.
"The issue lies in the fact that, for better or worse, your 'gate' seems to have been employed for less than noble purposes," Puck remarks with a tone of disappointment that cuts as keen as a knife.
Now is the opportune moment to exploit this conversation for further enlightenment. "The miasma? Beatrice informed me that it was the handiwork of the Witch of Envy." My gaze turns serious as I fix my eyes upon Puck.
Puck halts, his gaze locked onto mine, and a palpable tension fills the air. Time is of the essence, and I am acutely aware that I cannot afford to squander even a second. I thirst for knowledge, for answers that will fuel my ambitions.
My knowledge of my genuine world stands as my most potent weapon in this enigmatic realm. It is precisely why I shared insights into my world with its inhabitants.
In this moment, I am a riddle to them, an anomaly in their world.
Yet, it is this very enigma that compels them to speak, to open up. They find themselves outside their comfort zone, which grants them the freedom to break down barriers and express themselves more openly.
In this world, I am a stranger, someone who doesn't quite fit in, making the act of questioning feel entirely natural.
"The miasma you feel within your body is indeed her creation. However, the predicament lies in your inability to control your 'gate,' which is slowly corrupting you," Puck elucidates, drawing a metaphor involving a flower. "Imagine pouring oil instead of water onto a delicate bloom. Over time, that flower withers because it is ill-suited for such sustenance. "
The miasma bears semblance to a toxin, a venomous essence that stirs to a considerable degree when I employ the 'Return by Death' ability, akin to a residual repercussion of its usage.
"Your physique would have been destined for that of a great sorcerer, a rarity among certain races."
A great sorcerer had I retained my former age before 'it' happened, I might have viewed this as an opportunity to become a hero.
"It is quite intriguing, especially since you claim not to hail from this world," he remarks, concluding his explanation. "If it weren't for the miasma within your being, you would have had a magnificent opportunity."
I contemplate how different this narrative might have been. Now that a tangible opportunity lies within my grasp, instead of squandering my time, I must exert myself to the fullest.
Each day here represents an opening, one I refuse to fritter away, as the protagonist did in the novel. Although ultimately, that was a tale centered around its themes.
This is my reality.
My body is currently under the influence of the miasma. I am uncertain if it is affecting my mind as well, but I know that its influence will wane over time.
"Let us cease talking and proceed to practice!" Puck exclaims, interrupting my reverie.
Puck conjures a small fireball with his tail, a feat of magic that materializes from thin air. Magic is genuinely awe-inspiring; witnessing it in action never fails to astonish me. However, at the same time, I cannot help but recall the events when the protagonist used magic.
If I am unable to control it, it could prove perilous, much like when his 'gate' exploded upon usage. I must seize this opportunity to the fullest, and if Puck is willing to be my mentor, I will hold him responsible for guiding and safeguarding me in this unfamiliar world.
"Can you assist me? I'd rather not end up singed or detonated," I implore, my countenance somewhat downcast, feeling helpless at the prospect of not being able to confront this situation independently.
"Haha! I suppose such an occurrence is plausible," he remarks, drawing near to me and positioning himself behind. Placing one of his paws gently on my back, an uncommon sensation of coldness emanates from that contact point, coursing through my entire being.
"I will assist you," Puck assures, seeking to instill calm in me.
"Thank you. It's truly an honor to have you as my mentor," I express with joy, attempting to alleviate the tension I feel.
Puck briefly chuckles at my words, but then both of us focus on the task at hand. A profound silence envelops us.
As Puck channels his mana into me, I concentrate on sensing that energy. It's a gradual process, but I gradually begin to perceive a peculiar sensation in my body, as though it's being caressed by an unfamiliar breeze.
I feel a warmth expanding throughout my being, as if I've stepped into a warm room. Yet, simultaneously, from my back, a cold energy blends with that sensation, and both energies flow through my entire body, creating a strange and electrifying feeling in my hands.
This is mana, a form of energy that lacks a specific physical manifestation but is pure energy in its most pristine state. It's astounding to discover that I can perceive and manipulate this energy through magic.
"Now, envision your gate, the place from which the energy emerges when you open it and closes when you maintain it," Puck's words break the silence, guiding me in this process.
Controlling a portal is not something that can be done with precision, but if this is to be the beginning, I must go beyond. If what I need to do is control this energy, then I must imagine a flawless circuit capable of regulating all elements. A gate is a vague image, but in my mind, I have the image of a power-regulating circuit engraved.
Now that I have the opportunity to envision mana as an energy source, the first thing I must do is control the amount that flows, as if I were adjusting the electrical current in a cable. The current is like a river; it can be a mighty river or a mere brook. This means that to control it, I need to reduce its flow.
I imagine a mental resistance gradually diminishing the flow of the electrical river. But there's another crucial factor: voltage, which represents the force with which the current flows. I must be precise in this process.
Little by little, I mentally construct a circuit with a variable resistor that I control with my mind. I visualize a pulse-width modulation control circuit, with the clarity of someone who has endured much in the past and knows how to avoid mistakes.
I scrutinize every variable to prevent an explosion, for I must conceive of mana as if it were electricity.
To conclude, I envision a place that will store all this energy: a source, a battery connected to my circuit. As I focus on this mental image, I feel a strange sensation in my chest, akin to a shock or vibration. In response, an electric jolt courses through my body, and I taste the acidic tang of the battery on my tongue.
Furthermore, I notice a cold sensation enveloping me, as if something is constantly draining the energy. It's intriguing how different aspects of magic can manifest tangibly in my inner perception.
"The mana in your body is attempting to purify the miasma, but it's too dense to be purified," Puck says from behind me. "Now that you have the gateway, try to flow the mana as slowly as possible. I'll assist you if anything goes wrong."
Sitting on the floor, I close my eyes and focus inward. My goal is not to control the intensity of magical energy, but to regulate its flow to prevent rapid depletion and utilize it efficiently.
My circuit activates, and I immediately sense the battery beginning to release mana, regulated by resistance. Transistors come to life to maintain a steady flow. I realize that my knowledge of electrical and electronic principles in my world can be applied to manipulate magic in this new context.
"If I can conceive of magic as energy, then I can use the same methods and techniques I know to control it," I whisper, feeling the weight of my inner thoughts.
My eyes scan the dark abyss around me, aware that revealing my knowledge could trigger unpredictable consequences. Puck and Emilia, two beings with extensive understanding of magic, might not grasp my theories. Or perhaps, just perhaps, this is the beginning of a revolution in energy control.
I cling to the determination to forge my own path, regardless of established norms. My words break the silence with an unsettling echo:
"I believe I've achieved it. Controlling the flow to be constant, regulating the waves and keeping it linear."
It's as if I'm transforming reality itself, switching from alternating current to direct current. Puck, enigmatic and mysterious, approaches, his presence subtle yet imposing.
"Is something happening?" I inquire, fear pulsating in my voice, afraid I may have erred in my attempt.
Puck, with his wisdom, surprises me. with his response.
"No... On the contrary, the shape of your gateway is clear, it's strange but clear. What's astonishing is that the mana within you seems to have been controlled a bit better. Normally, a novice like you would have mana fluctuating in intensity," he explains, his eyes flickering with curiosity. "Is it really your first-time using magic?"
I nod confidently, unwilling to lie. Truth is my best ally in this challenge. However, doubt lingers in Puck's eyes as he scrutinizes my sincerity.
I decide to rise to the occasion, take the risk, and share my origins, my knowledge of electrical energy from my world. I explain how I apply those principles in this new reality, watching as his eyes widen with every word.
Finally, Puck wears an expression of contemplation, as if considering the magnitude of what I've just revealed. My words have ignited a spark of curiosity within him, and in that moment, I know we've ventured beyond the known, into uncharted territory brimming with possibilities.
Suspense hangs in the air, and destiny awaits in the shadows, ready to unveil its next mystery.
Twilight tints the sky with golden hues as Puck and I continue our conversation. His smile, a blend of curiosity and admiration, mirrors my own surprise and gratitude for his support.
"So, blending your knowledge in that field led you to what you just did," Puck comments with a discerning look, as if he's uncovered a new enigma. "It seems my pupil is incredible. You should tell me more about your world."
My heart swells with pride at his words. I owe him a lot for his help, and his recognition is a great gift.
"It's thanks to my great teacher," I respond with gratitude, raising my fist in a gesture of camaraderie. "Whenever you want to talk, I'll have no problem."
Puck accepts my gesture and bumps his paw against my fist in a gesture of complicity. The bond between us strengthens, and I feel that we are united by a shared purpose.
Puck then shares crucial information about mana, revealing that its operation is based on the understanding of the mind and imagination. His words resonate within me like a revelation, a gateway to new possibilities.
"Although, I recommend that you don't tell everyone about your origin. I doubt anyone in the mansion will care, but we don't know what kind of people are out there in the world," he warns, his gaze lost on the horizon, as if glimpsing the uncertain future.
I nod solemnly, understanding the importance of keeping my origin a secret. The responsibility weighing on my shoulders is overwhelming, but I am determined to face it.
"Of course, that's clear to me," I affirm with determination. "Everything has a purpose."
My thoughts wander into the possibilities that lay before me. Magic and engineering can converge in unimaginable ways. The potential is limitless, and I am eager to explore it.
However, a sudden voice interrupts our conversation, pulling us out of our shared contemplation.
"What are you two doing?" The question hangs in the air, taking me by surprise.
The moment is charged with surprise as Emilia's voice resonates beside me, a sudden echo in the silence. My body reacts instinctively, causing me to stumble over my own feet and end up on the floor with an awkward thud. Puck can't contain his laughter at my overblown reaction.
Emilia's concerned eyes focus on me, and with a sweet voice and a genuine smile, she asks, "Are you okay?"
I take advantage of her extended hand and rise with a nod, still stunned by the surprise.
"Yes, I was just very focused," I reply, trying to dispel the embarrassment that has invaded the moment.
Emilia apologizes, but I stop her with a look and instead fix my eyes on Puck, my teacher. Excitement pulses in my chest because time is of the essence, and I will soon begin learning to read and write under Ram's guidance. I don't want to waste a second.
Puck wastes no time and guides me with his intense gaze.
"Now that you have control of your gateway, what you need to do is imagine that it flows into your hands and from them, fire emerges," he instructs, his voice resonating like a deep echo in my ears.
Emilia decides to remain silent not to interrupt my process, an attitude I deeply appreciate.
The day has given way to night, and the splendor of the sunset has yielded to a sky that is strange and different from what I'm used to. Magic, like a blank page, awaits my instructions and desires. All I need to do is imagine, understand, and believe in my ability. Magic resides in imagination and in the understanding of how it works.
I close my eyes and visualize how the gas flows from my hands as if it were an invisible conduit. The spark of my intent ignites the flame, but when I open my eyes, all I see is the darkness of the night.
I must try again.
Failure repeats itself over and over. Despite knowing it's encoded within me, I can't help but feel a mental barrier. My mind resists accepting the idea that I can create fire from nothing, and that doubt limits me.
But I don't give up. On my sixtieth attempt, I imagine the battery I hold is connected to a machine that regulates the flow of gas. I let the gas flow slowly, as if I were opening a valve.
The flame must be born from the gas.
"I'll give it a spark!" I exclaim, a cry of determination.
I forcefully open my eyes, concentrating on the spark igniting the gas flowing from my hand. I feel the heat intensifying in my palm, and suddenly, a chaotic and uncontrollable burst of flame erupts from my hand, as if there were an energy leak.
Excitement overwhelms us all. The thrill of achievement envelops us in its warm embrace.
"You did it!" they both shout, caught up in the victory we share.
I gaze at the dancing flame in my hands, marveling at the magic now flowing through me.
Magic, the power we all crave, is now mine to shape.
But this is just the beginning. Now that I have control over the flame, I must perfect it. I don't just want to ignite it; I want to master it.
Emilia, curious, asks, "What do you plan to do?"
My eyes gleam with determination as I explain my next step.
"The magic crystals here work similarly; the flame doesn't grow indefinitely, no matter how much mana is applied," I remark, indicating my intention to control the flame at will.
I imagine closing a valve in my mind, reducing the gas flow, and the flame starts to transform. It ceases to be a chaotic blaze and becomes a straight and controlled flame. However, it's still not enough.
I decide to increase the mana flow, infusing more energy into my power. My mind adjusts the flame's pressure, and it turns into something I've only seen in old movies: a lightsaber.
The pressure is such that at the bottom of the flame, a blue hue begins to appear, a sign that the temperature has become intensely high.
Magic flows like a wild river under my control, and the suspense in the air is palpable as I face a new challenge in my quest to understand and master this unknown magic.
Surprise reflects in Emilia's and Puck's eyes as they watch in astonishment at my newfound ability. For them, accustomed to magic in its explosive and uncontrollable form, my ability to regulate fire must be an intriguing enigma. Emilia's gaze lands on a nearby rock, she picks it up and throws it directly through the flame.
The rock passes through the fire without being cut, after all, it's gas, but that doesn't bother me. What I hold in my hands is a destructive power, capable of causing severe burns. But I am determined to explore its limits and possibilities.
I decide to close the imaginary valve even more, increasing the gas pressure and reducing the size of the flame. That's when a sharp pain strikes me in the chest, leaving me breathless. It feels as if I've suddenly lost all the air in my lungs. My mana becomes unstable, sending painful cramps throughout my body.
"Marco!" Puck and Emilia exclaim, rushing to me in an act of genuine concern. Puck places his paws on my chest and starts regulating the mana flow, while Emilia uses her healing magic to alleviate my suffering. But this goes beyond a simple physical injury; I can feel that something deeper is happening.
The miasma.
There are aspects of this world that haven't been fully revealed to me, and my ignorance nearly led to disaster. The miasma, a passive and silent enemy, had started to consume my mana uncontrollably.
After some harrowing minutes, Puck manages to stabilize me, although my body responds with painful numbness in all my muscles, as if I've undergone an intense workout session. Emilia exhales a sigh of relief at seeing me in better condition. She sits on the ground while I lie on the floor, unable to move a single muscle.
With seriousness in her gaze, Emilia warns me, "You almost completely depleted your mana by pushing yourself like that. You can't do this to your body; it won't withstand it. First, you must learn to control the magic within you."
Puck seems to want to say something to me, but his gaze meets Emilia's, and he holds back. I suppose he doesn't want me to know the truth about the miasma inside me. But I know the time will come to talk to him about it.
At that moment, my mood changes, and with a mischievous smile, I propose to Emilia, "Would you take me to bed?"
Emilia, still smiling, agrees and lifts me as if I were feather light.
I stand before her, her eyes capturing my attention as I gaze at her perfectly sculpted face and smooth, pale skin. It's a moment of closeness that I can't help but appreciate.
"Wow! Wow! You don't have to carry me like this," I jest, trying not to laugh at the unexpected scene. I didn't expect her to actually agree to my request, let alone carry me so effortlessly.
I must remember not to provoke Emilia more than necessary; she's definitely not someone I want to be on bad terms with. To my surprise, Emilia gently lowers me to the ground and hands me a seed.
"It's a Bocco seed; it will help you recover some of your mana," she explains, showing her concern for my well-being.
I gaze at the Bocco seed in my hands but decide not to consume it immediately. I vaguely remember hearing about them, and it's best to ask before making any decisions.
"I don't feel that bad," I tell Emilia with a smile, trying to remain calm. "How do Bocco seeds work exactly?"
Puck approaches my ear and whispers, "By consuming them, your gateway opens forcefully and absorbs mana from the surroundings with vigor. But, my pupil, you should refrain from eating them. Only Lia can do so without problems."
His words make it clear that there's something special or dangerous about these seeds, but I decide to leave that topic for later. For now, I trust Puck and avoid consumption. He uses his magic to help me regain some energy, allowing me to move more easily.
"Thank you, but I feel fine enough," I tell Emilia, and then I address her with a smile. "I'm not that weak."
Emilia responds with a smile, accepting my response. After that brief exchange, I head to my room. Emilia and Puck go in another direction, and I'm thankful they didn't arrive earlier, as they would have noticed my absence.
Once in my room, I sit on the bed, thinking about that little person. I don't want to bother Beatrice anymore at the moment. I need time to adapt to this world and wait for her interest in me to grow.
I will visit her when I deem it appropriate and share with her the blueprints I will create. I don't want to use force; I want it to flow naturally. I just want to make her happy.
But my introspection is interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Quickly, I get up and open it. As I do, delicate pink hair flutters around me, and I find myself face to face with Ram.
"I know I'm beautiful, but I don't like being looked at with lascivious eyes like yours," her words, filled with disdain, catch me by surprise.
Ram enters the room with an expression of annoyance, but not for the reason I expected.
"No, it's just that you have something in your hair," I point to her head with a smile. "I thought you'd noticed, how absent-minded."
The pink-haired head appears to be free of any adornment, and my hasty explanation about something in her hair only makes her look somewhat irritated.
One day, she's going to kill me with her replies.
With a resigned sigh, Ram finally enters, closing the door behind her. Her expression mixes a hint of annoyance and curiosity, as if wondering what the hell is going on in my head.
She leaves a book on the chair at my desk before sitting on the bed. With a gesture, she indicates for me to follow. I can't help but feel a hint of gratitude towards her for offering to teach me.
"You should be thankful that someone like me is going to teach you."
I nod, acknowledging her point.
"You're right," I agree. I approach my chair and sit down, taking the book in my hands.
It seems to be a collection of stories. However, the shapes and symbols that fill the pages are strange and unfamiliar to me.
Although I eagerly want to learn, the syntax is entirely different from what I expected.
Ram gets up from the bed and takes the chair next to me.
"I hope you learn quickly because I'll only say it once."
With pen and paper in hand, she begins to explain the complexity of her language. As the minutes pass, the rules and structures begin to take shape in my mind.
"So, this is your language, great teacher," I give her a mocking smile.
It's a peculiar language, a strange mix of Latin and Japanese. It's divided into three types of glyphs: Ro-Glyphs, I-Glyphs, and Ha-Glyphs, each with its counterpart in my world.
The I-Glyphs are similar to Japanese hiragana, although with some peculiarities. The consonant strength doesn't change, so "ka" and "ga" share the same glyph. The repetition of vowels is done simply by writing them again, and small kana characters are represented as normal glyphs.
The Ro-Glyphs are a rewrite of the Latin alphabet but with different symbols to represent the same twenty-seven letters. Lastly, the Ha-Glyphs substitute foreign words from English that would normally be represented in katakana.
The strangeness of all this only increases my doubts about where I am.
Despite the initial confusion, learning the language seems more feasible than I had imagined. I just need to memorize the shape of each letter and become familiar with the syntax.
Japanese, English, and Spanish are already part of my linguistic skills, which will make learning this new language easier.
I have already lived in Japan for a few years.
With determination, I immerse myself in the task of memorizing the glyphs, hoping that this knowledge will bring me one step closer to understanding my situation in this strange world.
Ram looks at me impatiently as I continue my accelerated learning, minimizing my errors in the process.
"At least you have a brain; it's a pleasure to be your teacher," Ram says, puffing her chest with arrogance.
"You should be proud to have such a talented student like me," I affirm, teasing her a bit with a playful tongue.
Then, like the mature individuals we are, we make a bet: if I can write a sentence, the other person commits to doing the dishes for the whole week.
"Let's do it!" I exclaim with determination.
The final battle has begun, and with the rest of my energy, I dive into writing a sentence using the I-Glyphs. As I write, I concentrate intensely to avoid any mistakes. My hands tremble due to the tension, while Ram tries to distract me with random words to throw me off. One mistake would mean total failure. I must give it my all right now!
I engage my entire brain; I can't afford to fail, not now. The atmosphere becomes increasingly tense as I continue to write, giving my all in every stroke. Ram seems to watch anxiously, checking that what I write is correct.
"It can't be...!" Ram murmurs, visibly alarmed.
I keep writing without pause, using all my strength and displaying unwavering determination in this situation. I won't be defeated; I won't make any mistakes. I am determined to win!
An hour passes, and I'm about to fall asleep. I close my eyes, thinking about tomorrow. Today was such an exciting and eventful day that I almost forget something important: in two days is the mabeast attack.
I don't have any concrete plans since there isn't much I can do to prevent it. I've been watching if anyone is heading towards the village, but to my surprise, it seems that no one intends to do so.
If someone finally decides to go, then I will have to accompany them to ensure that the mabeast doesn't use its curse against anyone and so that Rem or Ram can see the crystal and hopefully repair it.
As I reflect on this, I close my eyes filled with fear. I have no idea what tomorrow holds.
If I am reset, I will have to repeat all my actions and pretend I don't know anything about what has happened so far.
It will be even more challenging due to Puck's sensor. With the information I have, lying will become extremely complicated.
I must overcome this challenge on the first try. If I want to achieve my goals, learning magic was an important step, but now I must also strive to control the miasma in my body.
Finally, I fall asleep from exhaustion after this long day.
The fourth day would normally be when the mabeasts would attack. However, something unusual has happened:
There has been no attack.