Reborn to be a Hermit

Rina observed the boy in front of her. They could have guessed he was demon kin ever so easily. There are just far too many telling points. His skin never tans. His hair is too black. He covered up his forehead with bangs, but Rina could see traces of two black spots, the telling point of where the horns are supposed to be. His fingers are tapered, so are his toes. Sure, he cut the nails off to make it look normal, but Rina could see, unlike humans whose finger nails are wide, Edam’s are getting curled into themselves ready to become claws. On top of that, she remembered Edam always went to the flower field in the morning, despite being punished many times. It’s a demon trait of being unable to resist the temptations. No matter what, since she is not the person whom he had a crush on, it’s impossible for her to control this guy. So, she just had to make him her accomplice. After all, in a school, if there’s only one person rejecting the admission of the royal academy, which

The skill Rina chose was a simple skill, but of ‘SSS’ rating. Not that they know that at this point. After all, ratings are a new world thing, still ten years away. However, Rina knew that the skill orbs with black edge, encasing orange glow are all superb skills. She crumbled the skill expectantly. [ Inch Blade ] [ a blade the size of an inch that could cut through anything. ] The skill explanation said. No more. Nothing other than that. What the ?! Isn’t this an SSS skill ? What in the world is she supposed to do with a blade the size of an inch ? Rina was in tatters inside, but she did not show it outside. After all, this is an SSS level skill. This is still far more than what she would get when she attends the royal academy. “ Thanks, Sir. “ She said, and moved aside. Edam came up. He looked at her as he selected the skills. His hand moved to ‘otherworld search ‘. Rina frowned. He moved forward. His hands moved to the other skill that’s glowing slightly orange.

With the help of her inch blade, it was easy to make the rough basket with vines. She first sharpened a small thumb sized branch into a wooden nail. Then she split the bamboo branches into perfect two and half foot pieces, and arranged them on top of one another, forming a nine pointed star. She made a small hole on top of the nail, and inserted a small branch through it so her nine branches wouldn't move. Then she started threading the vines through the branches circularly, like a spider weaving her web. Half way through, she combined two branches into one to create that basket structure. In the end, she threaded the last vine through all the branch ends to close it. In the end what appeared in front of her was a rough tote bag style basket, which may not hold fine stuff, but could carry plenty of rough things. In the end, she trimmed off the wooden dowel she used for the center, and placed a rough bamboo chip on top of that, so that pointy end won't hurt anyone. Her basket read

Bright manor was a surprisingly small, yet lavish place. The gardens that lead to the manor are full of greenery, yet, one could see almost all the plants in the gardens are functional in one way or another. There are fruit trees full of foliage. They were cut and made to look pretty, but they serve half as decoration, half as food source. The hedges are full of lavender, which is currently in bloom. Sure, they could be called ornamental plants, but this variety is a special honey producing kind, which is full of nectar. The bees buzzed around the bushes, yet, the main walkway is free of insects. The principal of the town school trudged the walk way dejectedly in his best suit. He is thinking over the excuses he could make to the lord so that he could mitigate the effect of two students taking up skills before attending royal academy. At present, the school principal’s only saving grace is that he had never discussed the performance of students in front of the lord beforehand.

Mordi immediately picked up one of the garnish leaves on the plate, and put them in his mouth, spreading them on his teeth, giving him a rotten teeth look. He turned around with a leery and ignorant look, looking like a hillbilly villager, even more uncivilized than a random tenant of the village. “ Hallo ! The Mastah chef told me to take these upstairs. He’s short on man powah ! so, me is helping out. It’iz a secret.“ he whispered. “ You .. ! “ The guard said. Mordi gentry probed the guard’s mind, suppressing the fright on his mind. Just a little bit of leak of the emotion is enough to raise the guard’s suspicions. ‘ Did I see this guy in the stables ? ‘ the guard was wondering. He needn’t have worried at al. Mordi gave a sigh of relief before continuing. “ Brotha’h ! Nex’d time you come, I will give ya a bettah horse ! Do me a favor. “ Mordi whispered, pushing the champagne glass towards the guard. The guard looked around, and stole one of the goat cheese canape on the plate