Chapter 13: Ch. 12 – Flood of Training

knock knock

“It is open”, I yell.

A non-descript soldier enters the room, “Comrade Jared? Jack lost contact with you earlier.”
I still need to get used to that name...
“Yeah, he ran away without saying anything. Didn’t know where he’d gone to. And my time limit was almost up”, I say pointing at the ‘Sun Guard Ring’, “so I had no choice but to return here. At the entrance, no one knew what to do with me so they told me to go to my room until further notice.”

The soldier stands there for a moment, seemingly confused at what I meant by that. Doesn’t seem like he knew about my case, so just a messenger.

“Understood, typical Jack again”, he facepalms, “I’ll pass that along.”
“Did they say anything about what I should wait for?”
“Nothing for today. But I was told that most likely captain Chloe will take care of you starting tomorrow. You should be on the training grounds at 800 then, someone will be there.”
“Is she someone important I should know about?”
“She’ll be your acting superior, that should be important enough for you.”
“Got it.”

With that, the soldier leaves my room.

With nothing better to do, MP and SP depleted and physically unable to sleep I turn to Elly, (so I have the whole evening and night to earn exp, the best way seems to be trying to ‘learn’ in some way?)
(I think so too. I’d suggest starting going over the titles first.)
(Again with the titles), I sigh, (at the moment I’m more interested in those mansion things. Truth be told I don’t really want to take such a responsibility on myself but from what our new friend told me I’m just one small requirement away from qualifying. So before I check out your titles and accidentally make a choice that snowballs into a takeover I’d like to at least understand what I’m getting into. Eva may have said that ‘fate’ isn’t real but this whole thing is too many coincidences for my taste.)
(What if they chose this starting location in hopes you’d take the government seat eventually?)
(Wouldn’t make sense. Jeff emphasized too much that they have very little information, so they shouldn’t be able to make such a choice. Unless that part was also a lie. At least the part about being able to regain my memory was wrong according to the truth gem.)
(What if it was true until you became undead?)
(Then he should’ve told me. He tried a lot to make that option unappealing to me. Though he never offered me a better alternative.)

Elly puts on some calm instrumental music and I dig through Jeff’s notes searching for info on ‘Lord’s Mansions’.

TL;DR: he knows nothing that helps me in any way.

There are volumes upon volumes on assumptions about how they work on a technical/magical/biotechnical level? But most of this makes little sense to me. Not even a hint of what the practical features are.

I get a headache from this.

You are reading story Deteoh – A Glitched World’s Isekai Story at novel35.com

Did that madman really write a whole library of notes on a topic under the assumption that whoever has to read them is from a world that even has such niche knowledge?

Shit, he makes plans upon plans for centuries and never even considers that he has to introduce someone from a world that isn’t sufficiently advanced; to me, all of that is just technobabble, ‘Sine Half-Wave Interference Theory’ my ass.

I should’ve just taken the eternal office job, the pain would’ve ended sooner...

(Yeah, all of that crap is useless to me. Not a hint of what I'd be getting into with the whole 'Lord's Mansion' business. At least none I understand... Now what?)
(I assume your tutor will know a bit about this, so interrogate her later?)
(I meant besides that.)
(How about you marvel that you spent eleven hours on this fruitless endeavor and gained only 27 exp for the headache. Total is 114 exp btw.)
(I ... WHAT?)

I cautiously gaze behind the window curtain. Yep, it is already morning.

I make my way over to the training area and hide in the hallway. The clock over the door says it is 20 minutes before the meeting time.

There’s some commotion going on outside, maybe I should check that later.

A few minutes later I’m greeted by a voice, “there you are you fake.”

If it wasn’t for [appraise] I wouldn’t really be able to tell this armored person apart from any other. The face is well covered. The armor doesn’t live up to the fantasy bikini armor trope either, it is proper armor.

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