Chapter 153: Housewife
Nesha picked up the knives from the table, before leaving the hut. Percy was still busy using his new trick to repair his injured soul, so she’d deliver the finished tools to Mr. Dylan for him.
On the way to the shop, she didn’t stop playing around with her mana, however, trying to keep it in the shape of an orb. It was annoying, training like this, day in and day out. Not something she was very accustomed to. Still…
‘I don’t want to lose to him.’ she bit her lip. ‘At least, not too badly…’
Percy was already stronger than her, despite being a grade lower. This was a strange thing for Nesha but, seeing him constantly doing his best motivated her to try harder too. While she’d never admit it, she felt like shit guzzling down three doses of Aurora Dew per day while contributing so little to the group.
Of course, Nesha had long known that Percy was hard-working. In fact, she’d learned this as early as during their first month in the Guild, years before their collaboration. But it was one thing seeing the results of his efforts from the outside, and a different thing entirely to live in the same house, watching him train relentlessly from sunrise until sunset. And oftentimes, beyond…
The guy never stopped – except for when he worked on the anvil. But even that, was in part to maintain their cover as commoners and pay the bills, while also helping him get better at reinforcing his pure constructs.
‘Well, there’s also the time he spends practicing with that atrocious ocarina…’ she reminded herself, cringing as the memory of the nail-scraping sound made her want to tear her hair out. She had no idea why he’d kept the darn thing, but at least he only played for Micky nowadays.
In any case, it wasn’t a mystery to her how Percy had grown so strong. Given his abundance of secrets combined with his peculiar work ethic, and anything else would have been stranger. She very much doubted she’d be able to keep up with him, but she wouldn’t forgive herself if she continued to waste her own gifts.
“Good morning! Miss Nesha, was it?” Mr. Dylan asked, breaking her out of her thoughts. “How is Percy doing? I haven’t seen him much lately.”