And so another month passed by, and nothing really changed in the learning department, I’m still learning new runes in mana theory, and in soul class, we’re still on the basics although I have studied ahead, so I know more than a normal first year would, although a normal first year here doesn't seem to study much.

On the other hand, the social side has been anything but stable, at least the idiots that annoyed me before I met Keswick weren't that many, that’s probably because nobody cared enough about a bastard to bully them. But now you got random Joe number 42 telling me that I should lick their boots clean because apparently a bastard and Marques's daughter being friends is that bad. Whatever their sad pathetic idiot’s anyway, their opinions mean less than nothing to me.

One day, as I am heading back to my dorm from soul class Keswick asks me a question “Hay Jeld, do you want to hang out like we used to?”.

“W-What do you mean?”.

“Like outside the academy, revisit the places we used to visit together when we were younger? Like that restaurant we used to go to, what was its name again?”.

“Uuum I can’t remember either, was it something starting with an s? Yeah, I think that’s it.”.

“No… well it doesn’t matter, I remember where it’s located anyway, so we can just find out later. So how about it.”

“Ok sure, I should be free tomorrow.”.

Well looks like It’s time for another session with Ustos. Speaking of Ustos, he sort of just gave up on hiding info, looks like he finally lost all hope, I’m so proud. The letter I sent to his father hasn’t gotten me in trouble yet so it seems my great mind has done its thing correctly once again, of course, that is not a surprise.

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I make Ustos write my homework because I’m still not as good as him at using a quill, but still, I am getting there, I can see myself not kneading him in about half a month. After that, I sit down to have a chat with him. Ustos tells me as much as he can remember about the places he hung out with Keswick.

After dealing with the idiot, I sit down to start practicing my soul sense. Putting on the ring I can sense a solid fifth of my body which is a lot more than a month ago, and I can actually control my imprinted mana in a small person of that aria. This took many hours of work, which leaves me wondering what the average idiotic student in this academy is going to do when the time comes for the second phase.

Ending today's training session, I go to sleep and wonder whose idiotic idea it was to send me to this stupid world.

Waking up the next day, I eat breakfast and give some to Ustos too. As today is a break day in the 8-day weak system in this world, there aren’t any lessons today, so I meet straight up with Keswick.

After that, we left the academy, I was a little nervous about the item that scanned the soul-bonded necklace but it turned out to be fine. These academy idiots probably didn’t think anyone would be able to steal one and sneak in, the utter dimwits.

Keswick, in her usual idiotic tone, says, “Let’s go visit the city square first!”, she seems very enthused about this. Very annoying.

“All right sure, but let’s visit that restaurant after that, I remember them having very nice food.”.

“Deal!”.

So we visit the city square, it looks all right, not up to my standards of course but nothing in this world ever has been in the first place. Although it seems there is something interesting going on, and judging by the crowd gathered around a gallow, I can guess what.

So we decided to stick around for a couple of executions. I watch hoodlums get hung for different reasons, some for stealing, some for murder, some for trespassing, and so on. But one person really gets my attention, his name is Gadal Medusk, his charged with killing an Earl's daughter named Mary Seaton. He is the mercenary I hired to kill my very first captive.

His presence here implies one of two possibilities: either the wizards in this city are so incompetent that they couldn't apprehend a commoner for two months, or, far more plausibly, the penalty for killing a noble is death, enforced after two months in a seal of some sort.

So I should probably think of a way to escape a prison. Of course, I won’t get caught, my plan is too brilliant for that to happen, but you can never be too safe around these morons.

Next, we visited the diner, the food there wasn’t that bad, it’s actually the best I’ve eaten in this world, but similarly to everything in this world not up to my standards.