Ch 7. Runaway Princesses

Rosanna's P. O. V:

I took a break during the whole explanation. Painfully letting it sink. Sinking into the back of my head, where I tried to forget one less tears inducing fact.

Just the thought of my parents not knowing I existed or the bonds I had fading in a day made my heart clench painfully. My eyes are puffy and my throat is hoarse. The whole crying earlier did a number on me. And I don't want a repeat.

Knowing the reason for my tears is just because some useless Galaxy association wanted a slave. Just because, I read a f*cking book.

I prided myself in being optimistic. But some brain cells are really tossing optimism in the trash. Submitting to the new king in town; Depression. It sucked. And I knew hope had to be rekindled.

Opening the fridge and getting some grapes out, I washed them as my mind swayed here and there. Soon after I began eating in silence. The once peaceful silence becoming a foe than the friend I formerly adored.

It gave room for more thoughts. And I'd gladly take up a distraction.

Thankfully, 'Rosanna' received some good care from the orphanage. As told by the System- Konah. So I have a bit of cash in my account given for my journey to college.

Or I'd wonder how to get food. The ones in the house are nearly emptied- thanks to my stress eating.

I sighed recalling the various conversations I had with Konah. Explaining the <Skills> I had. Of which <appraisal> was the only and freely gifted one by the organization.

Ability to appraise common details of countless objects. I did tests on random objects, figuring the whole use of the skill. It was effective. I tried it on the uniform, it worked. Then on the shoes too but not on the necklace.

Ah, the necklace.

My cheat code for power leveling. A golden chain not far off from the length of a choker attached to an unknown gem being the color of the galaxy.

I could say if this was to be placed with a price, it'd be the most expensive assessory I've ever gotten.

The gem is the size of a small tear drop. Looking so shiny and glassy. While the golden chain being a small but articulate design.

Following Konah's instruction, I hooked it on my neck saying the magic words:

'Activate; Space'

Not really necessary but chants apparently makes all spells easier especially for beginners.

The necklace was a pocket dimension with rich uncontaminated Mana. The shock when I stepped on grassy plains was an understatement to the word 'shock' itself.

No, one does not go from normal to abnormal in a day and assume they've seen it all.

More so, looking at the Sky without a sun.

The pocket dimension had trees, springs and all the natural beauty but lacked living species. No animals, or insects. Just beautiful and dead.

The time ratio in that dimension to reality was 1:10. And there a mountain of books resided close to my view.

They were all beginner magic books. To teach me Magic and Mana introduction. And countless other survival records for newbies in the exposed magic world.

Sure, I enjoyed reading but educational books? Not really. The 'mechanical' writing and plain info dump didn't make me feel motivated one bit.

But anywho, if this is what I have to do, so be it.

And so I, Rosanna spent the night studying. Occasionally going out to get snacks inside the pocket dimension.

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(Time Skip: Two Days Later)

The educational system of this world wasn't too complicated. Just essays on magic and the other normal subjects like maths, science etcetera.

Blending magic and technology to a whole new era. Far more better than on Earth.

From kindergarten (nursery) to the entirety of High School (Secondary School), one is only taught about the basics of magic and this world.

After which we get our Talents tested upon graduation. Some of us deciding to live normal dangerous lives or become Elementalists. An abnormal but equally dangerous life.

For those choosing to be Elementalists- Which Rosanna had decided to become, they apply to Magic Institutions or they get scouted by such institutions.

Asking Konah, 'Rosanna' was scouted and sent an Admission letter once her profile was submitted. Having two A grades and one B grade talent. Not the most outstanding but a little higher than average. And appreciated.

Talented individuals are sought after in these warring times. The better, the safer. Which brings me to Ultra University- the world class first institution. Having many reputable and accomplished individuals teaching or being born from the Institution.

Though I'm still against Ultra University being the center for drama, I appreciate the fact this institution is a lifetime opportunity for growth. And comparably- more safer than other Universities. Ignoring the unexpected demon attack last time. That was, and hopefully will be the only breech during my time.

Master, please check your messages.

A holographic image was triggered and Konah's words brought my attention to the part of the Menu I unintentionally ignored during the past two days. The HQ Message which seemed to have 2 messages unread. 

As usual, I used my mind to open up the page.

<HQ Message ²

Mission: Improve three talents to level three progress.

Duration: One month after the start of the Institution.

Penalty: Negative buff 50% off all stats.

Room Number: 406, Seton Hall. Be sure to check in before the start of your classes.

>

So... Work it is. I've recently been expecting the unexpected- which makes it expected- still, that's enough for me to chill out and accept the absurdity of it all.

"Konah, when is the starting date of my classes?"

Thinking of preparing to move in so abruptly almost elicited a groan from me. Never shared a room with someone other than my mom or brothers. Now thinking of a possible psychopathic stranger being my roommate is stressing.

To be honest, I'm glad the Institution postponed the resumption of classes for a week. I've had the time to cry and comfort myself. Having Konah, Google and the books prepare me for the battles I'd face. Figuratively and literally.

Next week Monday. Arriving earlier will ensure you're better settled. Packing now is a good suggestion, Master.

"Fine." I grumbled, sipping my hot choco drink.

Opening a notepad and typing furiously on my phone. The things to pack, buy and whatnot.

I would not have a problem with food. The scholarship covers that too. Except I chose off campus boarding and now I'd be moving in.

Which, sincerely, is absolutely better. My schedule of Ultra University included night classes and I wondered how it would be possible to come back home around such time. In such a world.

Which reminds me of Aniysa. Haven't been in the right state for a chat with the girl. But I'm pretty much settled now as compared to the day of my first discovery of demons.

A few minutes later I called the red-haired girl with a grin. Looking forward to meeting her on campus.

The line connected.

"Aniysa? It's me, Ros- I mean, Patty."

I said with a chuckle.

There was a slight pause before I heard her energetic voice.

"Ah, Patty? Just when I was wondering when you'd call! So how's moving in to society?"

She said, her voice carrying a hint of grogginess yet still energetic.

"Awful, nothing much."

"Well, I can relate with the awful feelings. Just when I stood up to my Father to attend the Institution, there's a break and now we're having issues again! Pops doesn't want me to go. And I'd rather be a monk than be a political chess piece."

"Ah... That's... Quite... Some storyline. Pardon me, this thing called comfort, It's not exactly my forte now. Though if it makes you feel better, we can elope to Mexico."

I shifted my legs onto the couch, wondering if females can be monks. Never seen one, though.

"Well, Patty. Your situation is more strange if it's really a sheltered princess falling into society for the first time. I don't know why the hell your parents let you become an Elementalist- maybe you have outstanding talents though?

Well, still, I get. That's awful. We really should elope! My runaway dress will be red, get a matching dress. And... don't let me see you in yellow! Ew. I'm also thinking, how bout I go with the name Fiona Andressi!"

"Sure. I'll get the flight tickets. Do you mind if we get a dozen or so pocket kittens?"

"Sorry. Allergic to fur. We can get reptiles, if you don't mind!"

"I assure you, our relationship is over."

Aniysa let out a laugh, reminding me of those novels which made laughter attractive in an above normal way.

It was simply refreshing and natural. A little positive that made me smile.

"So... Still up for being my roomie? It's quite weird, I received a mail telling me I'll be having a roommate- just when I decided to get you in. Doesn't matter, I'll figure it out."

It's good luck to meet the right person. And Aniysa seems to be one of those once-in-a-century nice and caring person I vibe with.

"I don't think you have to worry about that. I just received my room number. What's yours? We'll try to meet up later. Oh yes, what's your profession?"

"So you're taken, eh? Tsk. Fine. It's Seton Hall, room 406, you? And my profession is Warrior. Archer to be precise."

I let out a grin.

"Roomie, we're fated. I'm that new roommate."

"Aww, nice nice. We still eloping, though?"

"When they least expect it."

"Perfait. I'll get a-...."

"Hm?" I asked. I heard a scream in the background.

"Gotta got Patty! Call ya later."

"Aight. Bye, Ani."

I cut the call and relaxed my back on the couch, focusing back on the Netflix Korean series. 

A little smile on my face as Aniysa's and I's relationship just flows easily. We are this close to becoming friends. And for a picky human as myself, that's something.

Something worth looking forward to in the future. And for a second there, it took my mind off the negatives of my situation.