Ch 7 Planing

Hiraeth grabbed a towel and soap. Although the soap was not as fragrant as it was in his previous life, at least it could be used to clean his body. It could also clean the trace of Disher's hand on his head, he still felt disgusted by the touch of the person who had betrayed him.

Hiraeth drew some water from the well using a pail, then flushed it. Hiraeth was so upset that he used the soap twice, hoping there was not a trace of Disher on a strand of his hair.

After taking a bath and dressing, Hiraeth immediately headed to the kitchen, looking for Irish.

"Mom... how long will the Prince patrol in the Kerinci area? Will they pass by like a moment ago after the patrol?" Hiraeth asked while sitting down on the chair of the dining table.

Irish approached to put warm bread in front of Hiraeth along with a glass of water. They didn't have any meat for nowadays as they had to save money, and the rabbit trap that was set off by Irish got nothing. If the trap was set off in the Kerinci area, which this area was rarely visited by humans, it could be easier to get some animals.

Irish didn't give a response right away, she served their dinner, then sat down before him. "They don't pass through here on their way home. They will patrol for about three days. It's because the Kerinci area is so large, and some parts are steep," Irish replied.

"Have you ever gone there, mom?"

"No, I haven't. Your father often went there. Hunting in the safe zone does not give satisfactory results. So your father was always out of bounds."

"Was that before the extermination?"

"Exactly."

"Was father okay?"

"He was stronger than you can imagine, dear. He was strong and shining."

"Because of that reason you left the palace?"

"Not really."

Hiraeth chuckled, enjoying dinner, even though it was still light out there, but it would soon be dark. So there was nothing wrong with having dinner early. In the middle of the meal, Hiraeth suddenly remembered about one thing that he always forgot to ask.

"Mother..."

"What?"

"Do we have stationary?" Hiraeth asked while chewing the warm bread.

"Of course, we do. I picked it up from Baron Plama's residence, as you need it to study. You used to use it a lot."

Irish worked as a laundress laborer belonging to one of the baronial families. She couldn't do much work because of her frail physique. Besides, she had to go back home to take care of her son, because the baronial family didn't want to accommodate her sick son. In addition to often getting leftover food, Irish also often collected leftover stationery for her son.

"Can I have it tonight?"

"Sure, you can have it at any time. But you have to finish your dinner."

Hiraeth got what he wanted. The book looked very well preserved although it also looked obvious that it was second-hand, then there was also a bottle of ink, it seemed that it was from the leftover ink collected in one container, until it was half filled, and the last was a worn out pen.

If he lived in the past, he might have scolded the chief servant who had dared to provide unworthy stationery like this, but now he was grateful to have it. He needed the stationery.

"Will you study by yourself?" the mother asked when she saw Hiraeth carrying the stationery into his room.

"Yes. I want to practice by myself first."

"Alright. if there's anything you need, I'm in my room."

"Very well, mother."

Hiraeth went to his room. With makeshift lighting, Hiraeth lay prone on his bed. Luckily tonight's light was bright enough that it helped his lightning. Hiraeth began to write.

"First, in 3054, five years after the war. Then this is the Lareh region directly adjacent to the neighboring country. Then about seven kilometers from here there are mountains. Kerinci mountains. I just died in the Northern mountains, while Lareh is in the South."

Hiraeth wrote down all the information he got after getting his consciousness. Some of the information he got from his mother, he also got other information by talking to the doctor or whoever he saw, some of it he got as a result of exploring and the last was from his previous life memories.

He wrote down all the information that had been collected in his head, ranging from trivial things about the region, to complicated things about nature and magic. Hiraeth's aim to write all the information was just in case he forgot one day and the other aim was to make it easier.

Hiraeth looked out his window, it was about to dawn, probably in about the next two hours, and he did not get some sleep for a moment. He was thinking, and recalling, especially about magic.

So far, Hiraeth could feel the flow of mana clearly inside his body, but he could not use that power or take it out. Up to now, the only reason why he could not use magic was because of his weak body.

In his previous life, using magic was like breathing for him, unfortunately, in this life he had to fight just for worthiness. Because in using mana, it needed a strong body or container to withstand the pressure of magic, in order to be controlled according to the wishes of the user.

The obstacle of a witch candidate was that they did not have a balance between mana and physical served as a container channel. Sometimes there were those who had a strong physical, but unluckily the mana was so minor, usually they chose to become knights because it was the best option they had. Then there are also those who had abundant mana to use magic, but their bodies were inadequate.

But the second type could still be solved by honing physical skills, because the physical had a role as a distribution container of mana that could grow and be strengthened. Unlike with the second type which had a little mana.

Mana was a spiritual flow to use magic. Mana was in the blood and veins and had been bound to the body since birth. In other words, the power level of mana was determined from the moment they were born and could not be changed, or it was absolute.Mana needed a strong body to flow, as it would exert pressure at the time of use. So that if a large mana was forced in a weak body, it could have a bad impact on the user.For instance, the user's heart exploded?

Hiraeth was lucky enough that he had mana, although it could not be determined how strong the mana was,but it was certain that this was not a small one, all he just did was to practice and improve his physique. Of course, as the basis of the improvement of physical strength was food.

"I have to figure out how to make a lot of money in order to get decent food. At least I can eat three times a day with enough bread and meat. It's not bread and meat on the frugal." Hiraeth began to scribble on paper, writing down what he needed for his physical development in order to try to drain mana so as he could use magic.

If he wanted revenge on Disher, he must be able to use mana.That was the minimum condition.

"The quickest way to get money is to rob. But it's impossible for this weak body. Then what can I do?

Hiraeth thought hard. He had a lot of options but he crossed out all of it as it was not the right solution. Until he came up with an idea.

"Mom, get ready to be full three times a day!"