I Became a Face Genius at the Academy

Chapter 119

“Are these all ancient language books?”

“All the related books are borrowed. No more. Still, 40 books is a lot… … ?”

Hira returned the book to the librarian and left the library.

In any case, compared to Rockstrin, he fell far short of himself. I could reduce my sleep, but I couldn’t get rid of it, and I couldn’t practice magic at the same time.

Returning to her room, Hira sat down in front of her desk and repeated a few words.

“… … The story now.”

CURRENT EPISODE.

Still, I can interpret it now.

I borrowed good quality books from the library at Somerset, and read through hundreds of original texts in ancient languages from my mother.

[◀ PREVIOUS EPISODE]

[CURRENT EPISODE]

[NEXT EPISODE ▶]

I learned that writings also move according to their will.

Even without looking in the mirror, the box floats in the air, probably similar to the locktrin.

If you look at it that way.

[◀ X. Never ending winter ▶]

[◀ Ⅸ. Land of Ash and Sand ▶]

[◀ VIII. Crack ▶]

[◀ VII. Approaching Darkness ▶]

[◀ VI. Catch a thief ▶]

… …

Everything is recorded as the number in front decreases.

After I first discovered it, I couldn’t drink a glass of water for two days. My heart ached as if it would explode.

It was all in the footsteps of Rockstrin.

“… … How did you do it?”

A dejected laugh came out.

It wasn’t even particularly helpful.

This box was not a convenient guide. No information was provided in advance.

Rescue kidnapped students.

Retrieve the stolen magic core.

Defend against air raids on the northern barrier.

Without detailed instructions, it was just vague, and the conclusion was just throwing a ridiculous goal.

You’ve done it all.

“What is your identity?”

At first, I called it a devil, but after looking at it, I think it’s not that.

Even if the instructions were horribly harsh for Rockstrin, everything ended well.

yes, this is a story

Literally, I felt like I was looking into the middle of a story that was heading towards some good ending.

Then there should be the following.

After Rocktrin returns, after the new semester begins. And I will make him carry a heavy burden.

‘… … Rocks.’

‘Uh.’

‘Seeing how dangerous it is again this time, seeing that they told me not to follow them.’

I can’t speak properly.

It didn’t matter if it could be trusted or not. Noticing it didn’t change anything. After all, if Rocktrin speaks, I’ll listen to even the slightest nonsense.

However.

Only then are they not like puppets in a puppet show.

‘I feel like this is my life, but in reality I was living up to expectations. Parents, teachers, friends, anyone.’

Now that I think about it, what Rockstrin said at that time was significant. Even then, the box was visible to Rockstrin.

Everyone thinks they are living according to their will. Not many people can easily accept this.

It would scratch the child’s pride, and it would be an even bigger despair for Baeller. Even that was the consideration of Rockstrin.

So what suits you is yourself.

I have been taught all the time not to use my mind, saying that a politician will live in expectation and notice anyway. could admit

Hira slowly opened her mouth.

“It doesn’t matter if you are a god or a demon. I beg you. If only I could.”

[NEXT EPISODE]

Ⅺ. dying spring

: D-11

“Please help me.”

Hira quietly put her hands together and closed her eyes. A little time passed.

“… … Whoops.”

A peek laugh leaked out.

Why did wizards reject God? I think I can understand a little bit.

There is nothing you can do on your own, so in the end you can only do what you wish for.

If it were to happen, it would soon become addicted to it. It is not at all suitable for magic that can only be advanced by ceaselessly diligently.

Hira picked up the hat lying on the desk. It’s a gift from Rockstrin.

“I gave it as a present, winter is ending, but can’t you see it?”

It’s still chilly enough now, but I don’t see many occasions to wear a hat like this except in the middle of winter.

Well, Ai-nim wears earplugs every day, so sometimes he can’t understand what he’s saying. better than that

late afternoon. The sun was setting soon, so it was time to go down to the garden.

“… … ?”

However, Hira got up from her seat and narrowed her eyes. If I’m not mistaken, one letter has changed.

[?EXT EPISODE]

N is missing.

Quite a few letters could be interpreted, but EXT was a word I had never seen before.

It didn’t stop there.

The blurry question mark that appeared where the N was missing gradually faded.

The writing was changing.

[?EXT?? EPISODE]

[?EXTR? EPISODE]

[?EXTRA EPISODE]

Eventually, the writing is complete.

if interpreted.

“An added story… … ?”

[EXTRA EPISODE]

I. Hope

: D-3

* * *

“Hahahaha! How much is all this!”

“Are you that happy?”

“I have never dug this much in my entire life! Long live His Majesty, ha ha! Oh, of course, you too!”

Greg couldn’t stop laughing.

That would be the case, and there were enough left over to dig up enough rare herbs to fill the backpack, let alone the sack.

Greg would have been here anyway after the Pigtail River melted, so it wouldn’t have changed much.

[ITEM]

[Blue Grass]

: A herb with refined magical power with blue tips.

It is a raw material for good quality potions.

The vacant lot Greg was talking about. What appeared in the place after the snow melted were blue grass, densely packed like weeds.

After the episode progresses, there is a huge supply of green grass even before it is cultivated in Mashu, and it seems that it came from this place.

“Look at this guy. Originally, the blue at the tip is called blue grass. But these guys are all blue. It is said that even a single leaf produces a bottle of potion of different quality. Calling is worth it!”

“Good for you. I think this area is a colony of bluegrass. No other grasses are growing at all. How many more?”

“haha… … .”

Suddenly, Greg’s laughter stopped.

“Why is that?”

“No, come to think of it, I don’t really like it. There are too many of these.”

said Greg, slumped on the floor and stroking his chin.

“If I had it in moderation, I would sweep it up a couple of times and sell it.”

“Shouldn’t we come a hundred times, let alone a couple of times?”

“As you say, if you say colony, look, when spring comes, won’t all the snow in the vast land melt?”

Greg stretched out his arm and brushed the snow off the ground. There was also a frozen blue grass there.

“It’s not a quantity that I can handle alone. It can be dangerous if you are picky.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you about this? When I dig up a lot of expensive things like bluegrass, there are days when a knife ends up in my throat. Mash isn’t in good shape.”

Going down to the city is usually a way for a group of herbalists to get together and hire a mercenary, but it’s not completely safe.

“I don’t know if it’s just once, but if I dig up this amount periodically, it’s going to be dangerous. No one wants to go down to the city with me.”

“I guess so.”

“But when the permafrost melts, sooner or later there will be more people besides me discovering this place… … . Mmm.”

“Isn’t there a distribution channel you usually trade with?”

“Yes. They are no different from thugs. It’s only between us, but rather, the people who leak information are like them.”

In the first place, herbs do not only come from this place, and they must come to Mashu’s remote area to receive them, so they must be paying attention elsewhere.

“There are no trustworthy people who come to this place, at least in this country. It would be fine if the family was famous in the empire, but they haven’t touched herbs yet.”

“Does the empire come all the way here?”

“I thought you were from Aindarroch. Then you must have heard the name. It’s Yuxilla, and the city below only handles lumber.”

“Are you yuksil?”

“Oh, do you have any acquaintances?”

“Yes.”

The corners of my lips rose slightly.

Cyril will like it.

“You said you wouldn’t treat me like that, but if you listen to me, it might be different, so could you tell me once?”

“I don’t even need words.”

I tore up my notepad and wrote down. It is better to write these things on formal paper, but no one can follow my handwriting anyway, so there is no need for proof.

“Your handwriting is amazing. Did you eat some food?”

“It’s like that.”

[There is a colony of bluegrass so huge that it is difficult to guess its size. It will be a great power for the empire, so it would be good to secure it quickly.

Lockstrin Aindar Locke]

I didn’t have to write that long, this was enough.

If something is delivered in extraordinary handwriting and in the name of Lockstrin Aindarok, do it as soon as possible.

In the eighth episode, such an order was passed on to all involved in Yuxilla. It has not been retrieved, so it is still valid.

“If you take this, they will probably buy all the herbs, too. There will be plenty of escorts.”

“Hey, how sure are you? We’ve already asked for it several times… … .”

Greg stopped talking as he read the lines on the torn notepad.

Then he raises his head and looks at me.

“Rockstrin, Aindarlock… … ?”

“You’re from Aindarok, right?”

“no… … .”

I took off my thick hat.

Long black hair covered her eyelashes. When I go back, I have to ask Hira to cut it.

“I’m begging you, son, and you’ll listen.”

“That, yes. I think I’ve heard at first glance that the two families remarried. Heh heh, indeed.”

“It would be better to leave these here and go to the city with an escort first.”

“Yeah, that’s how it should be. Pretending to be a relative is my specialty.”

Greg shook off all the blue grass in his backpack and stood up, turning around.

“Then let’s go back.”

“Oh, I’m not going.”

“Yes?”

I did the same, but in the opposite direction from Greg.

North. Towards the permafrost that followed.

“I have to go that way.”

“What, nothing there! Permafrost will be over before the blizzard hits, but beyond… … .”

“It’s the Northern Neutral Zone.”

Northern Neutral Zone.

A ban on being infested with monsters.

There is no chance except now that the monsters have retreated in the aftermath of the magic nuclear explosion.

“I am on a secret mission.”

“I don’t think it’s easy to be an aristocrat in the empire. Anyway, I just need to show you this, right?”

“Yes. Go down carefully.”

“I do not know! I wish you all the best!”

After Greg disappeared, I started to move too.

When I took out the lamp, the color was a bit darker gray.

It seems to be getting closer, but if it’s still gray, isn’t it a little far to black?

“Come quickly, nigger.”

Brea jumps up and down to Auril, but my ancestors seem to be lazy.

A thirsty guy sells a well, so I have no choice but to move busily from the side I’m sorry for… … .

[NEXT EPISODE?]

Ⅺ. dying spring

: D-11

“I’m going to die of cold, but is it spring?”

Another random script. Why is there a question mark at the end?

Anyway, it’s because I didn’t debug meticulously. It has become a bug-ridden mess.

“… … Could you help me with that bug?”

Even though I said it myself, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

could it be