Beast Slayer Online: Initialization
Copyright© 2026 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 74
Arya no longer held back from Lannor, nor did she skirt over details about her homeland. She described a continent divided into seven kingdoms, and she, the second daughter of the lord of the North, hailed from the oldest and largest of these realms. Her father was the Lord of Winterfell, second only to the rulers of the Seven Kingdoms themselves. Lannor’s speculation proved correct: this was unambiguous, top-tier nobility.
During meals, Arya spoke at length about customs, beliefs, and daily life in her homeland. These everyday details slipped naturally into her speech, lending credence to her words. Yet, Lannor’s brow furrowed deeply. He chewed a bite of ham, watching the girl, animated and passionate as she described her home. She was bold and adventurous, but still a child attached to her family. The intricate, coherent details of her account were beyond the imagination of a small girl—it was genuine.
The problem was that no such seven kingdoms existed on this continent. Was she, like him, from the Conjunction of the Spheres? Arya had already mentioned that magic in her knowledge had been a legend for centuries, ruling out the possibility of massive portal accidents. There were simply no portals there.
The girl’s eyes, a mixture of hope and fear, met Lannor’s.
“All right...” he said, pressing his lips together with mild embarrassment. “Your home is a fair distance away; seems I can’t send you back for now.”
Arya’s feelings were conflicted: homesick, yet eager to explore this new world. Lannor’s words drew a sigh from her, followed by a small cheer. Let’s hope this little brat could still smile after enduring decades of solitary nights.
Yesterday, nearly a hundred of the fifteen hundred Orens had been spent. That large bundle of raw alchemical ingredients would have taken Lannor months to process if he were earning them himself. Today, he would squander another.
The Aretuza Academy staff overseeing the storeroom were puzzled by the sheer volume of ingredients being used. Lannor had already spent five hours cataloging herbs the previous day. Mentos estimated that with three more hours at this efficiency, Lannor could start practical alchemy and produce a bottle of White Honey within two hours.
In the alchemy classroom, Lannor did not send Arya away this time, letting her sit nearby. Yesterday, it had taken them an hour to scrub and clean the stacked equipment, and he refused to work overtime again today.
“Crimson crape myrtle petals, mandrake, arenaria...” he muttered, arranging the herbs on the table while consulting the names.
The classroom door opened once more, and Margarita entered, seated in her wheelchair.
“Lady,” Arya greeted politely, rising. Her decorum earned Margarita’s amused glance before her attention turned back to Lannor, still focused on his work.
“You’ve always been polite, Lannor. Why not greet me this time?” Margarita’s tone carried teasing rather than reproach.
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