The Otome Heroine's Fight for Survival: Volume 2 Part 1 by Harunohi Biyori

Author:Harunohi Biyori
Language: eng
Format: epub

Training Routine

When I stepped out the door, the rain had stopped.

I carried the spider’s torso through the small field, where a handful of vegetables and a variety of herbs grew, and headed toward the processing area.

“Put that on the table, unsocial apprentice,” my mentor told me. “You’ll be doing the processing. I’ll show you how.”

“Yes, mistress,” I replied, placing the torso on the table.

“Start with the legs.”

I began to detach the legs with a dressing knife. After I finished with the first leg and received a nod of approval from my mentor, she left me to work on the remaining seven, took the spider’s head out of its bag, and began to extract its eyes. They could be fermented into a powerful neurotoxin, but she hadn’t taught me the method yet, so I couldn’t participate.

My mentor was a sorceress, but she’d told me her main trade was actually alchemy. I’d been distilling my own medicinal and poisonous herbs based on what I’d seen thus far, but now I was slowly learning how to make potions as well. I’d mistakenly thought there existed skills for alchemy, but apparently that wasn’t the case; though a certain level of Aether Manipulation was necessary to refine chemicals with high concentrations of aether, knowledge and precision were much more important, she’d told me.

Cooking was similar: there were skills that helped with cutting ingredients and discerning raw materials, but all they did was make one more likely to succeed at the cooking process. Cere’zhula had told me that the taste of the dish was determined by the ingredients and by the cook’s sense.

“Are you done?” she asked.

“I am,” I confirmed with a nod.

My mentor split the spider’s abdomen open with a cleaver and added a chemical mixture to the mucus that the spider’s body used to produce webbing. This mucus would quickly turn into thread when exposed to air, so we had to act quickly from here on.

“Now,” she said.

At her signal, I made a small cut on my palm with a knife and let the blood drip into the spider’s body. My blood reacted with the chemical mixture, and the yellowish-white mucus turned red. I patiently stirred it with a wooden stick, and eventually, a clump of red-black fibers formed at the tip.

“Not bad,” my mentor said, inspecting the clump. “The materials are fresh, so the end result seems to be of good quality.”

I let out a relieved breath in response.

In addition to telling her about my circumstances, I’d also spoken to her about my fighting style. My mentor, as a result of her demonic heritage, looked to be in her early thirties but was actually over three hundred years old. She hadn’t told me why she was living in this country, but she’d mentioned she was skilled not only in sorcery and alchemy but scout-style combat as well.

The odd knife I’d been using, which consisted of a diamond-shaped blade attached to a ring, was an old piece of equipment of hers, and she’d let me borrow about ten of them.

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