Tenkomori Chapter 101.2

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Chapter 101.2. The Second Year at the Academy - [Lanain] (2)

Chapter 101.2. The Second Year at the Academy - [Lanain] (2)

The next day, while the stonemasons were tearfully removing the cobblestones, I reported the acquisition of [Create Magic Tool] to Narbano. 

He seemed surprised, as if he had thought it was still a distant matter, but quickly regained his composure and hastily handed me a sword and two daggers.

Even at Rank 2, there's a chance of failure, and there could be negative effects. 

Despite explaining, Narbano's determination remained unchanged. 

So, in case of failure, I decided to take responsibility for the expenses.

"What, are you planning to build something over there?"

Shortly after returning home, Ted, Jema, and Nails visited. 

The craftsmen from Maset Stone Workshop had already left. 

The forge apparently got completed long ago, and Dobar and his apprentices, looking frustrated, returned with a large amount of cobblestones.

Explaining the situation, Ted and the others felt relieved.

They are still practicing in the backyard. 

The forge may be small, but the cobblestones covered the backyard, making them uneasy.

According to witness Nails, while I was away, the stonemasons were happily laying cobblestones everywhere.

"So, what's the plan for today?"

Usually, they would head to the backyard with just a word from me, but they didn't move from the living room. 

When I asked, the three exchanged glances.

"We have something to discuss. Is it okay after Elliott arrives?"

"Sure."

It wasn't a consultation; it was a discussion. What could it be about? Well, I didn't have any specific plans. 

I was thinking of trying to gather magic stones, which ended up as a delusion.

Later, as we continued with casual conversation, I sensed someone approaching. 

It was Elliott—accompanied by someone else. 

The intensity of the presence was not much different from Elliott's. 

Perhaps a fellow academy student.

"Sorry for being late."

Opening the door at the knock, Elliott and two boys were standing there. One I knew, was a classmate. 

The other seemed like a junior, but I felt like I had seen him somewhere before.

"This is Nils, and the other is Jonas."

"I'm Alter Les Reedwald. Nils is a bit late. Come on in."

Welcoming the three, I had them sit at the table. 

After serving tea and taking a breath, Elliott began.

"These are the companions I mentioned before."

"I see, you found them."

While blessing them, I observed the two. It wasn't surprising that they were children, considering they were Elliott's companions. 

But did they understand what it meant to be an adventurer?

Casually asking, Nils replied eagerly.

 "I'm ready!"

"I dreamed of becoming an adventurer but felt my lack of strength and gave up! But when I heard that Sir Alter was leading adventurers, I couldn't just stand still and came here—"

"Not recruiting."

"Huh?"

"I'm not recruiting. It's not a conversation about it."

From Nils' fervent speech, an adventurer's card fell from his hand. 

It seemed a bit hasty.

"But! Elliott and Mr. Ted have been giving me rigorous training—"

"That's true. However, it's just a coincidence. I'm not gathering or training adventurers."

Nils widened his eyes, dropped his raised hips, and burned out. He brought another strange one. 

He seemed like a younger version of Zeret, but I had no memory of talking to him. 

When I questioned Elliott with a glance, he opened his mouth with a wry smile.

Nils was at the forefront during the first-year outdoor training a year ago. He was in the same party as Elliott, but when they were attacked by goblins, he fled. 

The one who protected the injured Elliott was the Siglas team and Hraist's Serpus. 

Even when Nils and other team members retreated and were attacked by the main force of goblins, he just watched elves like Elphimia and seniors and adventurers fight.

He said he felt his lack of strength, but undoubtedly, fear was the cause. 

It couldn't be helped. In that situation, only those with combat experience or true warriors would be able to move. 

Even I would have found the first real battle scary without [Mental Resistance].

Nils shared the same dream with Elliott and had an affinity with the sons of merchants. 

After the attack, he kept his distance from Elliott due to a sense of obligation, but after a year, he finally decided to move forward.

"And Nils was encouraged by Alter-sama's achievements."

Suddenly, I appeared in the conversation. Nils sparkled next to him and nodded like a broken one.

"Are you not exaggerating the story?"

"I'm only stating the facts."

Although I sometimes acted as an adventurer, Elliott knew various things about me even if he hadn't witnessed them. 

Even recently, in the simulated battle with Kudurga—or no, Harvis—I had been there.

I couldn't be genuinely happy, but I was technically winning. 

If that battle were used as evidence of my strength, it would be troublesome.

Glancing at Nils, there was no sign of him picking up on that. Is he okay? 

When I thought about it, Elliott wouldn't tell dangerous stories.

"Anyway, you're determined to be an adventurer?"

"Yes!"

"Alright. It's a tough choice, but if you're serious, I'll support you."

"Thank you!"

Nils stood up and bowed his head with the force of hitting the table. 

He's a bit of a troublesome boy, but Elliott should be able to guide him well.

Now, there's one more person. I turned my gaze to Jonas.

"First-year?"

"Yes."

No enthusiasm from this side. 

From his appearance and atmosphere, he seemed like a commoner, but—what is it? 

Something felt off.