Chương 66: Chapter 72: That was a cool nerd move

The first person to hear about the incident was Lugano. Luckily, not Lorvan. Liene Lugano.

"TOM!" Her voice hit the far side of the Kinesthetic Ring like a sonic sigil.

"Why did you NOT tell me you came back?" She stormed across the field as she reached the pie shop where Fabrisse and Tommaso were at, the one near the east quadrangle, tucked behind the rune-inscribed water cistern where students pretended to study but mostly people-watched. Her coat flared behind her like a war banner in a passive-aggressive breeze. Tommaso winced.

"Yo, Linny. I was hoping to break the news gently. Possibly with a peace offering or a pie." He offered a slice of pie to Liene.

"Pie?"

"I'll deal with you later." She took the slice from Tom and stuffed it in her mouth. Fabrisse instinctively stepped back, which didn't help, because the moment Liene turned to him, she jabbed a finger straight into his chest.

"And you." Fabrisse squeaked.

"Me?"

"You got into a duel—no, wait, a public projectile altercation—with Cuman Gollivur—in front of witnesses—while wearing those ridiculous mitts—and you didn't even message me?"

"I... uh... there was no time?"

"No time?" she echoed, throwing up her hands.

"Why did you leave me out? We practiced for this! You had enough time to roll through chalk dust like an amateur stunt double and spark a snowstorm!" How much did everyone know already... Tommaso made a proud noise.

"The snowstorm was mine, actually. Yelena edition. It comes with flurries and legal ambiguity."

"You two are so done. You're probably gonna get a disciplinary hearing tomorrow." Liene put a hand on her hip.

"Good job. Are you hurt anywhere though?" She looked at Fabrisse's face, then peered over his shoulder, then inspected his back.

"I'm fine." Liene squinted at him.

"Physically fine, or emotionally repressing it into your spleen again?"

"But I don't repress my emotions?" She smacked his arm.

"You idiot. You just smacked the sunshine out of your year-long bully, and this is how you're celebrating? You don't even look happy."

"I'm happy." He tilted the dish of pie toward her, as if the angle would somehow prove his joy.

"Eating pie makes me happy." Liene sighed into her hands exasperatedly.

"I proposed throwing a party and chucking some ale down our throats. He declined." Tommaso shoved another forkful of pie into his mouth and mumbled, "Don't worry. His pride respawns slower than his aether pool anyway." Actually... Aether pools aren't a thing. They're actually Focus Points, as has been revealed to me by the glyph. Fabrisse opened his mouth to retort—something about how spleens were medically not known to store emotion—but suddenly, Liene realized something.

"Wait... Who's Yelena?" She turned to Tommaso.

"Oh. Do you want to know?" Tommaso's lips curved into a half-grin.

"Yeah! Who is she? Tell me!"

"You'll know when you meet her." Liene narrowed her eyes.

"No, no, no—don't give me that cryptic nonsense. What do you mean, 'you'll know when you meet her'? Is she your secret weapon? Your forbidden arctic girlfriend from the north gate?" Tommaso grinned.

"I'm not confirming anything. But you're welcome to speculate wildly."

"Speculate—?" Liene spun toward Fabrisse.

"Fabri! You were there, right? Who is she? Is she dangerous? Did she cause the snowstorm?" Fabrisse shrugged.

"Well... what Tom said." Liene made a strangled noise and bounced once in place, still holding her pie.

"You two are impossible. I'm surrounded by juvenile cryptic menaces!" The bell above the door chimed. Severa Montreal walked into the pie shop alone, carrying a small cloth-wrapped package under one arm. She eats pie too? For some reason, he had never considered this possibility. He supposed even people who spent most of their lives discussing advanced thaumaturgical theory eventually needed lunch. Severa passed their table on her way to the counter. She glanced at Fabrisse. Then she scrunched her nose at him.

It lasted barely a second. Fabrisse blinked.

"Was that...?" Tommaso raised both brows and leaned in.

"Dude. Did that dignified glacier just acknowledge your mortal existence?" Liene said, "That's Severa. Montreal." Tommaso tilted his head.

"Do you always say it like that?"

"She's from House Montreal. I'm being accurate."

"I know House Montreal without you explaining to me. So she's the new prodigy?"

"She's very good. She also turned down two Instructor Assistant offers this term because she can invite High Instructants from other kingdoms to come tutor her," Liene added.

"And she's technically a second-year, but she's being evaluated on senior-tier projects. As long as she keeps herself healthy, she can..." Severa veered to Liene, seemingly having caught her talking about her red-handed.

"Uh... she's always healthy. So she's always good," Liene stammered, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she gave Severa an awkward grin. Severa pressed her lips together. With a tilt of her chin, she turned away again, leaving Liene staring after her. Fabrisse focused his attention on Severa as she turned away. He remembered his new skill: Spectral Appraisal. It had unlocked barely an hour ago, and he hadn't tested it yet.

The only thing he knew about this skill was its Aetheric Resonance Equation: 100% Mental Command. That was it. He just needed to think about activating the skill, and it would do whatever it was supposed to do. He should try it out, and there was no better trial subject than someone terrifyingly competent and probably not looking his way. SPECTRAL APPRAISAL: ACTIVE Target: Severa Montreal Classification: Synod Student (Tier 9) Affiliation: House Montreal Status: Clear Focus (FP):???

Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Attributes: INT (Intuition): 68 DEX (Dexterity): 65 RES (Aetheric Resonance Control): 149 — All other attributes are currently restricted. Spell Affinities: — Locked due to appraisal rank. WARNING: Target's access level exceeds appraisal clarity threshold. Further details restricted. Her RES was 149. One forty-nine. That was over twenty-one times his last measured value.

She was too high-tier for him to even glimpse her full status. RES was understandable, but how come Severa was six times as dexterous as him? Severa could cast spells much more quickly than him, and her reaction time was probably faster too, but six times faster? He doubted it. [SYSTEM NOTE: Attribute values are measured from the species baseline. DEX 0 represents normal movement and coordination, not immobility. Each point above 0 indicates improvement beyond that baseline. EMO follows the same rule: EMO 0 does not mean emotionless. Basic responses such as hunger, surprise, and irritation remain, while more complex or intense emotional responses register above the baseline.] Ah. Good to know at least my peers aren't six times my speed. But what level is the baseline level? [QUERY RECEIVED: What is the baseline DEX level] Fetching immediate database... — access granted; local schema: ATTR_SCALE_v3.

2 — Result: DEX = 0 (baseline, simplified response) [SYSTEM RESPONSE: DEX 0 is the lowest trackable coordination. equivalent to a toddler just learning to run—capable of movement, but clumsy, imprecise, and slow to adjust.] Then what about my level? I have a DEX of 12. [SYSTEM RESPONSE: DEX 10 represents an average untrained adult, with ordinary coordination and reaction time. DEX 12 is sufficient for spellwork requiring deliberate coordination, though rapid sequences or pressure may still cause mistakes.] Ah, okay. So I kind of suck for someone who's spent like five years learning to sequence spells. Still, another question gnawed at him. What about someone with a DEX of thirty? [SYSTEM RESPONSE: DEX 30 represents precise coordination under sustained pressure. Users at this level can maintain fluid combat movement, react reliably at speed, and execute complex hand-sequences or multi-channel spell arrays with minimal error. To an outside observer, such movement may appear effortless.] That didn't add up.

How could the first ten points take someone from barely coordinated to a functioning adult, while the next twenty only took them from fine to very good? The numbers couldn't be scaling evenly. [SYSTEM RESPONSE: Attribute progression is non-linear. Lower values cover larger differences in basic capability, while gains become progressively narrower at higher levels. The population therefore clusters around the middle of the scale, with extreme values becoming increasingly rare. At sufficiently high levels, a single point may represent years of training, exceptional talent, or both.] Fabrisse's knowledge of non-linear progression was rusty, but he did get what the Eidralith was trying to say after a while. Ahhh. So after a certain level, the higher you go, the harder it is to gain points. And at some point you just... can't anymore, because you've maximized your potential. [SYSTEM RESPONSE: Correct.]"So she's a nerd," Tommaso concluded.

Fabrisse was still staring at the counter where Severa waited. She hadn't turned back around. He realized he had blanked out again, and muttered something just to show he was contributing to the conversation, "She's not a nerd."

"Oh no," Tommaso said under his breath.

"He's already infected."

"What?" Fabrisse asked.

"Nothing." Tommaso passed him another slice of pie.

"Here. Eat before your heart starts writing poetry." Fabrisse went back to munching on pie so his mouth would be busy and he wouldn't be expected to contribute to the conversation. Eidralith, then what's the highest DEX achievable? [SYSTEM RESPONSE: Upper thresholds vary by species. For humans, unaugmented limits cluster between 90–100. Outliers exceeding this range are anomalous, often requiring external modification or augmented integration.] External modification? Augmented integration? What does that mean?

[SUBSYSTEM INTERRUPT: PRAXIS-NODE Commentary Enabled] [COMMENTARY: No direct lexical equivalent found. Closest thaumaturgical approximation: forced synchronization with attributes foreign to the user's native pattern. Example candidates include resonance strands adapted for high-dexterity non-human species, including arachnoid climbers and amphibious flexors.] So basically, becoming a spider man. The Eidralith did not respond. He asked about a few more of his attributes.

[SYSTEM RESPONSE: A baseline INT of 10 represents typical untrained perception and gut sense. INT 22 indicates faster pattern recognition, anticipation of outcomes, and detection of subtle cues.] [SYSTEM RESPONSE: STR 10 represents typical untrained human strength. STR 5 indicates below-average capacity for lifting, pushing, carrying, and sustained exertion. Sufficient for ordinary movement and light labor. Unsuitable for strenuous physical work or combat-level load.] [SYSTEM RESPONSE: FOR 5 provides moderate resistance to fatigue and physical disruption. Also improves passive recovery and reduces minor spell backlash.] The ceiling for all of them was also around 100. He didn't need to ask about RES to figure out that he was barely any better than a person who had completely no experience with magic, so he didn't bother.

At least there was a glimmer of hope: the first few gained points in RES alone should drastically drag him out of sheer incompetence and into the realm of basic function. Severa didn't so much as glance back while the three of them whisper-argued behind her. The pie shop wasn't big. The acoustics were terrible, and Tommaso was not a subtle whisperer. She accepted her parcel from the clerk and pivoted gracefully toward the exit. As Severa passed their table, she slowed.

"It's 'research assistant,' not instructor assistant. But thank you for the accuracy effort." Then she walked out, braid swaying. The pie shop door chimed. Tommaso curled his lips.

"I take back what I said. That was a cool nerd move." Liene groaned and slumped forward.

"We are so dead. What could possibly be worse than making enemies with one of the most influential students in the Synod?" Tommaso nudged her in the arm.

"We're fine. Fabrisse is her friend. At this rate, she might invite us all over for tea and other refined rich people activities. We're only really dead if your brother finds out." In walked Lorvan, now with three rings glinting on his left hand instead of just two. And he was holding a folded parchment.

"Oh no," Tommaso and Fabrisse muttered in unison.

"The parchment."

"Good evening." His voice was too calm.

"You three," he said, "prepare for a disciplinary hearing."

"Three?" Liene leaned back.

"What did I do?" Lorvan didn't address her.

"I expect you to bring statements, contextual defense, and—" He turned to Liene.

"—non-exploding alibis. You have twenty-four hours." He then left the shop.

"We blame it on Linny," Tommaso said.

"If I go down for this, I'm taking both of you and a fireproof pie tin with me," Liene grumbled. Fabrisse swallowed the rest of his pie. He probably should have told Liene. But everything had happened too fast and too stupidly. The new skill was not worth it. What was worth it, though, were the three new attribute points. He put them all on RES. RES: 7 → 10 Perfect. Now he was only nearly fifteen times worse at magic than Severa.