LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 4
<4 - Not Sick>
The butler realized due to the commotion from the day before.
He couldn’t treat the young lady he was responsible for like an ordinary child at this age.
“It’s personnel support. Of all people, you.”
“She’s quite a handful.”
“The Boss won’t be pleased with this.”
“I will bear the consequences.”
“Is it worth it?”
“Her talent with the sword is genius-level.”
“Oh?”
“Her talent with the bow is just as good.”
“Then why request the dispatch of an assassination instructor?”
Jonnas chose his words carefully.
Unlike the Boss, the other competitors accompanying the other ‘young ladies’ would undoubtedly keep an ear out for Oknodie’s weaknesses.
With the castle of Wahyhiemhai granted to him alone, they would be envious and try to dig into the young lady’s vulnerabilities.
“Her movements to develop stealth and balance are ingrained as if second nature. She was born to be an assassin.”
“I see.”
The butler thought.
With insomnia and avoidant personality disorder, socializing would be difficult for her.
If so, then it would be fine to allow her to take up a class that could handle social failure.
“Assassins use swords and bows.”
“Good, versatility is key.”
The supervisor made a decision.
“Send one over.”
“Thank you.”
“However, if the dispatched instructor deems the girl lacks aptitude, a fee will be charged.”
“I’ll accept this.”
“You seem rather confident. I hope your talent matches that confidence.”
The dispatch of an assassination instructor became confirmed.
*
“Night outings are absolutely forbidden. I will not allow you to go out unless you’re with me.”
The butler’s treatment was unsatisfactory.
It’s not a new thought, but since being treated like a ‘stone-eating child’ recently, the monitoring frequency increased significantly.
A poor child who could cause trouble at any moment.
The image of me in the butler Jonnas’s head had completely solidified like this, and he wouldn’t leave me alone for a second.
Thanks to this, my stealth skill experience points had completely stagnated.
“The young lady needs to take better care of herself. Someone who doesn’t value themselves won’t be treated kindly by others.”
“Does it really matter? Being treated kindly? People live and die alone anyway.”
Whenever I show a glimpse of a male perspective, the butler’s eyes turn somber and resolve to ‘I have to treat her better.’
How could I say anything with that look on his face?
Thanks to this, I’m diligently training, but for some reason, lately, I’m getting out of breath quickly and tire easily.
‘Is it because I’m in a woman’s body?’
Even after getting reincarnated in this world, I saw an internet meme that muscular male characters have an easier time due to size and strength, and my life has been all about muscular male characters.
I’ve never experienced being a small female character like this, so it seems logical to hypothesize that it’s because I’m a female character.
Surely, the stats are also less forgiving because I’m a female character.
The solution is simple.
I just need to raise my stats more.
I can’t let this go.
I should take a trip to gather stat stones to the nearby village.
“I want to go out. Alone.”
“Absolutely not.”
The problem is the butler.
“The Oknodie young lady is frail. She’s still too young and hasn’t trained her body enough to handle the threats of the outside world.”
“Still, I can confidently say I’m stronger than my peers.”
“To me, you still appear as a child. There are many adults in the outside world, not just peers.”
Only relying on facts is cowardly.
But the bad luck in this game makes the dangers unpredictable.
Even a few overlaps in probabilities can lead to an insane whirlwind of death that far exceeds my level.
“Just sit and have your meal quietly. If you eat well and train hard and feel sufficiently strong, I will permit you to go out with someone.”
There’s no choice.
The food is delicious.
Collecting stat stones can be done later when I can go out of the Academy.
But I’m already somewhat strong, right?
My swordsmanship and archery are improving steadily.
Just as I was complaining about that, the cup in my hand fell.
“Huh?”
“Look. How weak is your arm if you can’t even hold a cup properly?”
“Uh, no. This has never happened before…. I must have trained too hard, so my arms lost strength.”
“I will not listen to excuses.”
“It’s true though….”
I hadn’t imagined I would drop the cup, so it was more shocking than I expected.
Yeah, with this body, how can I go out?
For the time being, I’ll have to add two hours of strength training to my training course.
*
Until the assassination instructor is dispatched, Jonnas had to keep an eye on the young lady to ensure she didn’t sneak out.
He didn’t want to endure such excessive labor, so he devised a strategy.
‘If she’s properly tired out from daily life, she won’t have the stamina to do anything foolish at night.’
The Oknodie young lady didn’t know, but everything she used in her daily life was gradually increasing in weight.
Even the cup she had just dropped weighed 5 kg.
A tree cup was being replaced with heavier metal cups, starting with manganese, iron, copper, and so on.
He planned to stop the weight increases when it seemed she was about to drop out, but surprisingly, she had been enduring them all with incredible tenacity.
‘She certainly has the potential of an assassin.’
Long hours of lying in wait and lifting heavy objects are essential training for an assassin.
I’m not sure what actual assassins do for training, but at least in Jonnas’s opinion, an assassin should be able to manage that much.
‘The instructor will likely appreciate this.’
A mentor naturally prefers students who bring teaching rewards.
Even an assassination instructor would be no different.
‘It’s a necessary measure not only for the instructor but also for the young lady herself.’
For the poor young lady who was deceived by a street mage and consumed random potions, resorting to eating stones to fill her empty stomach, strength was essential.
Human rights stem from strength.
She needs to be particularly careful not to put herself in danger again with risky part-time jobs or harm her health with bad eating habits.
If she has strength, she can easily earn money without doing dangerous part-time jobs and can afford to eat plenty of food.
‘Get strong, Oknodie young lady. I don’t want to see you being thrown away from weakness again.’
Jonnas sincerely hoped he could be around for this young lady for a long time.
*
Eating well and gaining strength through rigorous training.
At this state, one should be able to grow enough to go out on their own, but today, while eating soup, I accidentally dropped my spoon.
“You’re quite frail.”
“Me?!”
“You are frail.”
“No way, how can someone so proficient with a sword be frail? I’m fast as lightning too!”
“You dropped your spoon.”
“Well, I did….”
“You are frail.”
“Ugh….”
It was as the butler said.
During meal times, I kept dropping things and occasionally tripped over my clothes.
Lately, I’ve been wondering if I’m actually this weak.
‘Is there a minus ability attached to this body?’
Something like being clumsy with [Clumsiness] or easily falling sick with [Frail].
There are characters with negative functions that can provide negative effects from birth.
While I’ve never played with such aggressive investment styles that accept penalties for greater rewards, it seems this body is somewhat different.
‘It appears negative functions are like this originally.’
Having never experienced it, I can only guess.
But this, surprisingly enough, has been somewhat rewarding in terms of experience.
[You have swung the sword continuously for over 5 minutes despite extreme fatigue.]
[Swordsmanship experience points +1]
If I were in a male body, strong muscles would support my arms, and experience points would have accumulated smoothly, but with my current body, even a bit of training causes my arms to tremble and the experience points climb.
‘Female characters get less stat bonuses but level up skill experience points faster! Or maybe the training efficiency increased as compensation for negative functions?’
The experience accumulation seems quite satisfactory even by veteran standards.
If I had known it would be like this, I would have chosen to be a female character sooner.
Still, meal times are uncomfortable.
After training all day, the arm holding the fork feels heavy.
As I try to wrap the noodles with my trembling hand, I lose strength and accidentally poke the plate.
Clink
The plate cracked.
“You are frail.”
“…I poked too hard and cracked the plate, though?”
“You can’t say you’ve mastered your body if you need to exert that much force to use a fork.”
“…It’s unfortunate, but I can’t argue with that….”
“If the broken shards mix with your noodles, it could injure you, so I’ll serve you on a new plate.”
Am I really frail…?
Even though my stamina from training is pretty high, being a frail, pretty girl is contradictory.
But I can accept that, understanding the existence of negative functions.
On the contrary, if my strength and stamina weren’t decent, I might not be able to withstand this much.
It’s even possible that Oknodie’s body has a serious negative function that could result in dying from laziness.
“Ah, I have to try harder.”
‘But I’m still the frail cute girl.’
Setting aside the negative functions.
Being protected like this gives me a strange sense of stability.
It feels like a baby bird being sheltered by its mother!
Is it so bad to let the butler feed me spaghetti?
I might just indulge in a little bit of childishness.