Page | 12 Dearest Paul, Time marches forward all too quickly. It has already been half a year since those chaotic events in Asura Kingdom transpired. I’m twenty now, which means my little sisters will soon be fourteen. I have continued to train myself while attending to any work Orsted gives me. Orsted knows nearly everything there is to know, yet he’s not the best instructor. I guess he doesn’t have the knack for teaching others. On top of that, he refuses to use his mana so he can’t demonstrate anything for me, either. He’ll teach me the incantation and some tricks for using the spells he’s sharing with me, but—and perhaps this is because he’s a genius so everything comes naturally to him—most of it doesn’t make much sense to me at all. I’m sure part of the problem is that I’m not a very good student. You can’t show me one small part of an equation and expect me to come up with the rest on my own. I’m not that brilliant. My memories from my previous life do help me figure out some stuff quickly, but they’re pretty much useless when it comes to learning Saint-tier or King-tier spells. For instance, let’s take a look at Flashover, a Saint-tier fire spell that ignites a vast area in an instant. I thought it was like the spell Sizzle in Dragon Quest, using light to produce heat. Alas, my intuition was off the mark. Although I cobbled together something similar enough, Orsted responded to my attempts by cocking his head in puzzlement. Spells aren’t the only thing Orsted taught me. He’s also shared knowledge, especially that pertaining to fighting against other mages or swordsmen from various schools of swordsmanship. For instance, since the Sword God Style involves the user moving in Pattern A, I should watch out for those and use Strategy B to combat them. If I’m up against a mage proficient in fire magic, they’ll likely mostly use Coordination C and Combined Magic D against me, so I should try to