2.10
Rem POV
"I don't believe we've reached the end," I mused, tracing the newly formed runes with my fingertip. "There must be more, a way to transcend even this unified language." We've come so far, unlocked so much potential. to stop now would be a disservice to all our efforts.
Tereda, who had been pacing the chamber's expanse with restless energy, paused, his gaze meeting mine with a shared spark of ambition. "I agree," he affirmed, his voice firm.
"We need to push further, explore uncharted territory." His eyes moved towards the Material Creation device, a playful smirk curving his lips. He's always thinking, always searching for new ways to improve, to innovate.
With his smirk still in place, he strode towards the device, his footsteps echoing softly against the pristine floor. His fingers danced across the control panel, navigating the interface with practiced ease. A small receptacle extended, accompanied by a holographic display showcasing the price of the chosen item.
"I've never actually used one of these before," he remarked with a chuckle, retrieving an iron bit from his armor's storage. With a flourish, he deposited the coin into the slot.
The machine whirred to life, a moment later, a small, metallic pen materialized within the output tray.
I had never seen a Pen like that- although roswaal said that quills might be inefficient.
Maybe this is something from Tereda's world. So interesting!
Snapping out of my thoughts, I get back on topic, "An iron bit? There are many uses for them, even such a small amount," I explained, recalling my own experiences, "Back in the village, I once purchased a loaf of bread and some fruit spread for a mere nine iron bits." Perhaps he's not familiar with the value of currency in this world, having come from another.
"Nine iron bits? That first tavern I visited must have seen me coming a mile away," he grumbled, a hint of irritation flashing across his face. I can tell he is still bothered by that, the feeling of being taken advantage of.
A frown etched itself onto my face, and a plan began to form in my mind, a plan that involved using Emilia's influence to bring ruin upon that deceitful establishment.
He did tell me that they sent murderers after him in that one loop, so it's perfectly justified.
A bloodthirsty grin threatened to spread across my lips, but I quickly suppressed it, reminding myself of our current priorities.
Enchanting now, revenge later.
He picked up the pen, turning it over in his hands with a thoughtful expression.
His brow furrowed in concentration as he retrieved a small vial of ink from his armor's storage.
With practiced ease, a skill honed not through years of experience but through the accelerated learning granted by the 1000-hour amulet, he began to etch runes onto the pen's surface.
Each stroke was deliberate and precise, imbued with purpose and intent.
A faint, ethereal glow emanated from the pen as he channeled his knowledge of enchantment, weaving his will into the very fabric of the object. He's so focused, so in tune with the flow of magic.
The look of concentration on his face is mesmerizing.
After a few moments of focused effort, he held up the finished product, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "There," he declared, his voice filled with pride. "A self-writing pen with infinite ink, capable of transcribing the user's knowledge onto paper."
Turning back to the Material Creation device, he initiated another process, this time ordering 10,000 sheets of pristine paper. The cost, once again, was a single iron bit.
I observed the transaction, my frown deepening. "That seems remarkably inexpensive," I commented, a sense of curiosity piqued. Is there something we're missing? A hidden cost or limitation?
Tereda nodded and looked over at me. "They're probably using a modern world like mine for pricing. Or maybe a more technologically advanced one like in sci-fi, seeing as this place looks like a lab." He's quick to find a logical explanation.
The unfamiliar term piqued my curiosity. "Umm. What's a 'sci-fi'?" I stumbled over the word, my tongue unfamiliar with its pronunciation. The vastness of his knowledge and the unknown things he speaks of both excite and intimidate me.
Tereda's lips curved into a happy smile as he created a few more objects: ten self-writing pens, each seemingly faster and more efficient than the last, and a truly massive stack of paper.
"Now," he said, his eyes twinkling with a desire to include me in his endeavors, "I want you to use your knowledge to create a box that can transform paper into a book. Then, think of ways the enchantment could be better each time. I don't want you falling behind, after all."
A grin spread across my face as I accepted the challenge. He believes in me, in my potential. I set to work, my mind buzzing with ideas and possibilities.
The first iteration was a simple box, capable of binding a single book after a full minute of processing. The next one I created had ten slots, efficiently transforming ten blank, fifty-page books in about ninety seconds. Not bad, I thought, but I can do better.
I improved the enchantment further, removing the need for the pen entirely.
The subsequent iteration had infinite space for paper, creating a book directly from the user's knowledge.
Then, finally, I created the ultimate version: a box that took a single sheet of paper and produced an infinite amount, transforming the user's chosen knowledge into a comprehensive book with customizable limitations.
Turning to Tereda, who had been observing my progress with a look of admiration, I explained my creations. He paused, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Why are you so amazing, Rem?" he asked, his voice soft and filled with genuine awe.
My heart skipped a beat, and a warm feeling spread through my chest like a comforting embrace. His words, his belief in me- they mean more than anything.
Tereda POV
Rem's blush warmed me more than any hearth fire ever could.
Her talent, her dedication, it was- inspiring. I placed my hand on the final product of her enchanting efforts, a sleek box humming with barely contained magical energy. In an instant, six books popped out, their covers adorned with unfamiliar titles and imagery.
The first one, 'The Phantom Menace,' I could tell drew her attention with its intriguing title.
A smirk spread across my face as I held it up.
"This," I announced, my voice prideful, my face, smug, as if I had created the story myself. "Is sci-fi. And you can read it later, because we're about to do something even more interesting."
My smirk widened as I gathered all our notes on runic languages, the culmination of days spent deciphering, analyzing, and innovating.
With a flick of my wrist, I created a book from thin air, its pages eagerly awaiting the inscription of our collective knowledge.
I then retrieved the enchanting compendium from its pedestal, the holographic instructor winking out of existence as I did so.
Pulling out a nine-chambered box, I quickly enchanted it with a storage function, each compartment capable of holding a wealth of information.
I placed the newly created book of runic languages inside, followed by another containing my own notes on enchanting, a collection of insights gleaned from the 1000-hour amulet and my experiments with the self-writing pens.
Just as I was about to close the box, Rem stopped me, her brow furrowed in concentration. A moment later, she produced a set of her own enchanting notes, meticulous records of her observations and experiments within the chamber.
"We should include these as well," she insisted, her voice firm yet gentle.
I nodded in agreement, a warmth spreading through me at her proactive nature. She's come so far, her confidence blooming like a beautiful flower.
Together, we placed the compendium, our merged notes on runic languages, my enchanting notes, and Rem's enchanting notes into the box, filling four of its nine compartments.
A soft chime echoed through the chamber as a hidden compartment within the box slid open, revealing a massive tome bound in leather and embossed with intricate symbols. The title, emblazoned in gold leaf, read: "+6 Enhanced Enchanting Tome of Surpassing the Waterfall World's Enchanting System."
"Well, that's certainly...descriptive," I remarked with a chuckle, unable to suppress a grin at the excessively long title.
Rem snorted in amusement. "It's a bit wordy, isn't it?"
We carefully placed the tome onto the central platform, and as if awakened by its presence, the holographic instructor flickered back into existence.
Let's see what secrets this tome holds, I thought, my mind buzzing with anticipation. Together, Rem and I will unlock the true potential of enchantment.
—
As the 299th day within the chamber drew to a close, we decided to try our hand at enchanting potions. The Liquid Enchanter, once an utterly baffling nonsense machine of doom, now a source of infinite power.
I internally cackled with menace.
"Let's start with something simple," Rem suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "A perfect memory potion. We could use fruit juice as a base."
I grinned, admiring her enthusiasm and her unwavering optimism. "Sounds like a plan."
With practiced-never-actually-done-that ease, we gathered the necessary ingredients and began the enchanting process.
Runes flowed from our fingertips onto the surface of the flask, each symbol imbued with our combined knowledge and intent. The potion within shimmered and pulsed, its vibrant colors shifting and swirling as the enchantment took hold.
Within minutes, we had created a potion that far exceeded our initial expectations. A perfect memory potion that even unlocked forgotten memories.
"To a wonderful future," I said, raising the flask in a toast.
Rem smiled, her eyes meeting mine with love. "To a future filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities."
We clinked our flasks together and drank deeply, savoring the sweet, tangy flavor of the potion.
I felt a surge of energy course through me, my mind expanding as memories long forgotten resurfaced with astonishing clarity.
But then, I noticed a look of alarm cross Rem's face.
Her hand flew to her nose, and her eyes widened in surprise as she discovered a trickle of blood staining her fingertips.
"Rem!" I exclaimed, concern flooding my voice. "What's wrong?"
She shook her head, a determined frown replacing her initial shock. "I don't know," she muttered, her voice strained. "But I think I know what to do."
Without hesitation, she strode towards the Material Generator, her eyes scanning the interface until she found what she was looking for. "Adamantine ring," she muttered, her voice firm. "Five platinum coins."
Concerned but trusting her judgment, I retrieved the platinum from my dwindling supply and handed it to her.
With a few swift taps on the control panel, she initiated the creation process.
Moments later, a simple yet elegant ring materialized in the output tray.
Rem picked it up, examining it with a critical eye.
Runes, invisible to the naked eye, pulsed with a faint glow, their purpose clear to her enhanced senses.
"This will protect us," she declared, slipping the ring onto her finger.
A deep breath escaped her lips, her eyes widening in surprise as a wave of clarity washed over her.
The bleeding stopped instantly.
With shocked eyes widening and even more urgency, Rem used the remaining platinum to create three more rings, each one imbued with the same protective enchantment.
"Anti-Mind control and Anti-memory modification. One for you," she said, handing me a ring.
"One for Ram, and one for Emilia." She ended, pocketing the others.
I accepted the ring, my heart filled with gratitude and a growing sense of unease.
What had triggered Rem's sudden nosebleed?
What the hell did mind control have to do with any of this?
She didn't say anything about Roswaal.
Wait- Was Roswaal mastering the mansion's residents?!
I shoved the ring onto my finger, and memories shoved themselves to the forefront of my mind.
My reaction didn't cause a nosebleed, but that's because he had only fucked with me once.
A scene ran through my mind.
—
"A wise suggestion, Sir Tereda~. It would be unfortuunaaate~ if such a dangerous individual were to remain at laaarge~."
He turned towards me and Ram, his gaze lingering on us for a moment. "Rem, Ram, you will accompany Sir Tereda on this missiooon~. Ensure that the village is secure and that no trace of the girl remaaains~."
I noticed that for some reason Roswaal's expression turned strange. Sadistic even.
'Clarista. Duo.' A ball of light spread across the room.
I felt my mind becoming not my own.
Fuck?! Was this motherfucker mastering me?
Screw this guy! My world deals with mind controlling masters all the time, and there are exercises for forcing yourself to stay present and move around commands.
"Now, do not harm me and do not move forward a step."
I drew my sword and stepped sideways and diagonally into Roswall's personal space- a wide-cut at the air sweeping towards Roswaal's throat.
"Make no movement of any of your body and do not use loopholes of any kind. Use your internal definition of parts of your body and all synonyms for body or parts of your body are forbidden to be moved.Your mind will stop obeying you, using all synonyms for mind and will obey me for the things I tell you to do. All synonyms for obey are asserted upon your mind."
God damnit! Were the last things I could think for myself as my sword was less than an inch from his throat.
"Oh my, you with your Kararagian Noble training, I didn't even know the Chouju clan had training for fighting under mind control. Usually the first command is enough for me to make others obey. No matter."
I couldn't even move my eyes.
I'd kill this fucker.
"Now, over the course of a few months outside, you will become utterly loyal to me. Your loyalty will slowly become more and more profound, eclipsing your Loyalty to your clan, your family, yourself and even anyone you love. You will not remember this. You will not try to remember this. Forget that the Clarista Duo spell was used. Forget everything I've said to you after and during the casting of Clarista Duo by me or anyone you have assigned as a mockup for me to call as me in substitution for me or any other workaround." He returned to his seat.
"Return to your position beside Rem and behind Emelia."
I followed his fucking instructions like a fucking good ass dog.
Damnit!
"Now, forget."
—-
I returned from my flashback and scowled.
If he had done that to me at his first opportunity-
What had he done to Rem, who he had hired for more than half of her 19 years life?
What had he done to Ram, who he had supposedly been in a relationship with.
I'd find out.
I had a feeling I wouldn't like it at all.
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