I Noticed That It Was an Academy After 10 Years

83.Survival Rule #4: Escape Is an Important Matter (1)

“This is the end.”

I looked down at the world’s most perfect wheelchair, completed after seven trials and errors.

It’s not an exaggeration, it’s a fact.

In the first place, the only wheelchair is Patrasche.

It is both the worst-made wheelchair and the best-made wheelchair at the same time. This item is completely guaranteed by me, a wheelchair craftsman who lasts for a week.

“…Is it so different from when I saw it before? Has something become a bit flashy? There are more things to do-“

“Remade 7 times.”

Lennie seemed quite surprised at the changed appearance of the wheelchair, like a childhood friend he had not seen in 10 years. It’s worth it. Because it was redesigned from the ground up. I had to invest almost all of the treasures I had scavenged from the dungeon just to make that wheelchair.

Considering its strength, it would have been better to make it entirely out of iron, but it would be too heavy, and it would have cost too much to make a wheelchair out of mithril, the best metal in fantasy.

Considering the amount of materials that go into a wheelchair, making a wheelchair out of mithril would have the cost the equivalent of clearing the dungeon 100 times.

In the first place, getting that amount of mithril was a feat in itself.

The output is so small that most of the purchases are made by high-ranking nobles or countries, so the only thing available on the market is the black market… Sif says it’s too expensive, so you can’t buy it.＜ Br﹥

In the end, the method I came up with was… The bones of the hydra.

Hydra bones. The use of the few remaining bones was unclear, but all the bones were used as materials while making it. A material that is stronger than steel and slightly lighter. The exterior, which may look somewhat brutal, was covered with leather to cover up the appearance.

Wheels could not be made of bone, so they had to be made of silver, iron, and rubber. We redesigned the structure with a round handle on the outside of the wheel so that Karina can roll it herself, and purchased several pieces of cloud fox fur, which is famous for its softness, and padded the body part, where usability is the most important .＜ Br﹥

That is how Patrasche Unit 7 was born, which could withstand even trolls stepping on it.

“John! John! Since I made all of Patrasche’s, please make mine too!”

“Okay, stop hanging on.”

I’m not an iron bar, so get off me. I pulled Milia away from where she was hanging with her arms around her neck and told Lenny to take her wheelchair. It is correct to try riding it here, but I have ridden it myself and tested it, so there will be no problems with the wheelchair with Carina’s weight.

For now, the production of Patrasche ends here.

“Then I’ll go, so don’t skip your meal like last time. Because Karina is worried.”

“Okay.”

“…It’s really coming, right?”

Leni, carrying the wheelchair like a duffel bag, glared at me. I skipped a lot of meals. But what should I do when time flies while making it?

“I’ll take you with me this time!”

“Okay, Millie…Don’t just come and eat and leave.”

“But John doesn’t even listen when I tell him! And I brought food and put it in John’s mouth myself!”

Was it… Like that? It felt like half of it went into his mouth

Glancing at her at Milia’s excuse her her her, the gluttonous red-haired Dullahan avoided her gaze and hummed at her.

Leni smiled, perhaps finding Millia’s appearance cute. She patted her head, opened the door to her studio, and disappeared.

Is this the end of the first production?

Next, I’ll have to collect edible larvae… No, I’ll have to make something for Milia. I asked, looking at Milia, who was rolling her head on the workbench with a sullen expression.

“Milia. “Is it a vehicle that you want?”

“I’m in a wheelchair too!”

“There is something more fun than a wheelchair.”

“Really?”

The expression changes in an instant. I took out a piece of paper that I had put away in the corner and put it on the workbench. What I’m going to draw is a simple sketch of an item to give to Milia as a gift. It is a much simpler item than a wheelchair.

I picked up a pencil and drew out the items from my memory onto paper.

Something that everyone has ridden at least once in their childhood.

“What is this?”

“This is a toy I will make for you.”

“This?”

Milia rested her head upside down on her desk and narrowed her eyes. If you look at it like that, does it look right? I was amazed by the strange posture that only Dullahan could do.

“Once it’s actually made, you’ll know what it does, so just wait.”

“Yes!”

Check the remaining materials and make an estimate. Honestly, it was a much easier item to make than a wheelchair, which requires complex and delicate processes. It will take less than an hour to make.

“Production.”

Make a long board out of wood, a long body like an iron bar, and a Y-shaped handle. There is no plastic in the wheel, so I wrapped a piece of metal in rubber and made it into a wheel… A long body, a handle, and a brake… Wait, how do I make a brake?

I don’t know how to make a brake.

Oh, I don’t know. Make it first and see.

I started making toys to give to Millia in earnest.

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“How do I ride this?”

“Just grab the handle, put your foot on the step, and push off the ground with the other leg.”

“Like this?”

Millia did as I instructed, putting her feet on the step and pushing off the ground. Milia’s body slid forward with a slight scraping sound. Millia gradually increases her speed. Milia pushed off the ground with all her might, and at one point she moved around with both feet on her stool.

“John! This is super fast!”

“Be careful not to fall!”

In an instant, Milia became a dot and became smaller. Were kickboards originally that fast? I honestly don’t remember because I saw a kickboard more than 10 years ago. As I got older, I never saw anything else than an electric kickboard.

I looked at Milia making her U-turn and coming this way, crossing her arms. It feels roughly made compared to a wheelchair, but it’s still good enough to play with. Her appearance is rough and unsightly, but that can be fixed later.

“How do you feel about riding it?”

“Awesome! “I’ll ride more!”

“Don’t go too far!”

“Hey, what did you make again this time?”

Hearing a familiar voice, I turned my head and looked at a female knight with attractive brown skin. She looked at Milia disappearing in the distance and made a bewildered expression. Is the kickboard… Amazing?

It was surprising because there were no kickboards here.

It was a world where the only things that rolled on wheels were carts, carriages, and rickshaws.

“It’s a toy. “Not that fast.”

“They make all kinds of amazing things…”

“Is it necessary?”

“No, it should be comfortable, but I think it would be difficult to respond in an emergency situation. And if the ground isn’t tidy like here, you won’t be able to ride it.”

You got it right. Perhaps because she was a woman who had eaten some Jjambab, she accurately pointed out the shortcomings of the kickboard. Still, I would like to see her ride at least once.

As she pictured Lennie riding her kickboard in her head, the corners of her mouth she went up without her knowing her. A skateboard might be better for Lenny. For a rider like Lenny, a skateboard with free hands would be more useful.

“Then I’ll make something else for you.”

“If possible, I’ll ask for a weapon.”

“Okay.”

“Thank you. John. But there’s nothing more to do now, right?”

“Something to do…”

I scratched my chin and was lost in thought. Isn’t there something more to do? I made a wheelchair and a kickboard for Milia.

There were no materials to make things like poison needles or other equipment right now. This is also on hold until I order it through Cipro. So, am I also protecting Karina now? Since you’re a security guard with a shovel attached, you should at least make a decorative sword and wear it-

Wait.

I lowered my head and looked down at the floor. I see a land full of green. But what I was trying to see was not the land.

Not on land, but underground.

The tunnel I made.

My own secret passage.

“Lenny. “I have one thing to do.”

“What? What is it again this time?”

I slung the shovel that was leaning next to the studio door over my shoulder and pointed to the floor with my other hand. As Leni’s eyes followed my fingers and settled on the green grass, I answered right away.

“Underground tunnel.”

“Ah. Tunnel? The one you made last time? But why is that?”

Since I told Lennie before, he immediately understood what I said and gave him a puzzled look.

“Dig a tunnel throughout the academy.”

“What?”

Lennie, who heard what I said, looked at me with a look of surprise on his face. Didn’t you understand what I said? I looked at her sky for a moment, gathered her thoughts, and then explained it to her.

“The invisible road is the scariest.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“We build a tunnel where we can escape immediately if something happens.”

“You can just run away.”

“Hidden paths and non-hidden paths have different levels of risk. Think of a wyvern. “Do you think the wyvern can follow you into the ground?”

If the enemies surround you without water, where will you run?

Head-on attack? Even if we break through the siege, we will be subject to endless pursuit. If that happens, the chances of survival will drastically decrease. In order to avoid repeating the chase with the wyvern, an invisible escape route was needed. A retreat that monsters attacking from the air cannot touch.

And the only escape route was a tunnel.

“I know roughly what you mean. “You’re saying we’re going to dig tunnels throughout the academy to evacuate Karina in case of an emergency, right?”

“That is the correct answer.”

There is no means of survival as perfect as an invisible escape route.

This is the fourth rule of survival.

Retreat is an important matter.

“Oh yeah. Okay. I know what you mean, but… We don’t have the budget to hire people. It’s hard to get permission.”

“I can do it alone. I will also get permission.”

“Okay, you alone… What?”

I met Lennie’s questioning gaze, asking, ‘Did I hear this correctly?’ And patted his her chest her her her.

“Trust me.”