A Villain's Will to Survive novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Prepare (3)

Late at night on the library rooftop, Epherene leaned against the railing, gazing at the university below. Above her, the Mage Tower glowed a soft blue all the way to its peak. Below, the lights of classrooms, streets, and restaurants sparkled like stars. During exam weeks, the night seemed to vanish entirely from the university.

Epherene took out her Wizard Board from her pocket. It resembled a mini whiteboard with black edges and served as a communication tool for the Mage Tower mages. Officially named the Multipurpose Interactive Message Board, it was commonly known as the Wizard Board.

This magical device featured a remote bulletin board accessible to all Mage Tower mages, facilitating their communication. However, professors avoided using it due to its limited legal lifespan of seven to eight years.

Epherene made a post on the Mage Tower's Secret Board. She had already spent half of the 100,000 elne sponsorship on writing tools and grimoires.

Complete notes for Deculein's lectures (up to Week 4). How much could these fetch at auction? 1-page sample included.

└ 500 elne

└ 1,000

└ 2,000

└ 4,000

└ 5,000

└ 6,000, possibly more depending on the condition.

"Wow."

Startled by the rapidly rising bids, she deleted the post.

"... I suppose I'd buy it too if I had the money."

Deculein was indeed strange. Instead of keeping such efficient techniques and tips to himself, he revealed them openly. Most professors offered private lessons for a hefty price or required students to become their subordinates, under an oath of secrecy.

Mages, regardless of their wealth, were known to be wary of their successors and envious of their juniors. Deculein’s change this year was suspicious.

"Oh well," Epherene said, shaking off her worries as she took a deep breath and leaned on the railing again.

She suddenly wondered if her father had ever stood here, like her, contemplating unsolvable magic or the even more challenging questions of life.

"... Don't worry," she whispered as she pulled a letter from her pocket.

She used to exchange letters with her father every week. The voice and video messages in the letter that showcased his genius had long since expired, but his handwriting and the traces of those days remained.

My dear daughter, I am working on a gift for you...

Reading just the first sentence made her eyes well up with tears.

"I'll definitely complete your research, Dad," Epherene said, knowing that some of her father's research was in the letters she kept while the rest was hidden somewhere in the Mage Tower. She knew exactly where it was. "I will become a greater mage than Deculein. I'll surpass that enemy of ours—"

"That's impossible."

Startled, Epherene straightened up and whipped her head around so quickly she nearly strained her neck. It was Sylvia.

Epherene glared at her and said, "If you're here to start a fight, it won't work. Just leave."

Sylvia sneered, mischief dancing in her eyes and replied, "If Deculein is your enemy, then you must have taken private lessons from your worst foe?"

"What nonsense is that? Did you hear some strange rumor and believe it? Is that what nobles do?"

Sylvia's cheeks puffed with anger at Epherene's calm retort. Epherene had learned to brush off provocations with ease.

"Did you know?" Sylvia asked, her lips curling into a smirk. "Deculein hasn't set foot in his lab for three years, not since your father died."

Epherene laughed, taking it as a compliment to her father and said, "Of course. My father was a genius. Deculein couldn't do anything without him."

"But did you know," Sylvia continued, eager to share more. "For the past month, Deculein has been going to his lab every day? He cleaned it up, hired an assistant professor, and brought in new magical tools."

Epherene's smile suddenly froze.

"What do you think that means?" Sylvia smirked, clearly pleased with Epherene's reaction. As she turned to leave, her teasing voice lingered, "I honestly have no idea."

Click-clack, click-clack—

Sylvia's departing footsteps echoed in the stillness, leaving Epherene standing there, speechless.

"... No way."

She recalled her father's warnings about Deculein's constant surveillance, tracking his every move in an attempt to steal his research. He had confided that there was no secure way to send her his findings, nor any safe place to conceal them.

"No way."

He had reassured her, explaining that his research was hidden in a place Deculein could never discover. Though the barrier magic might weaken over time, Deculein would never discover its location unless he underwent a profound change of heart. He had left clues in the code games they used to play, intended only for her.

"No way..."

It couldn’t be. Her father had never been wrong. Deculein's resumed research couldn’t be related to her father’s work. No matter how many times she reassured herself, Sylvia’s words still echoed in Epherene’s mind.

"No waaaaaay!" Epherene screamed, but doubt lingered, haunting her thoughts.

***

With only three days remaining until the Berhert meeting, I finally managed to complete the Beginner Telekinesis spell just in time.

"What a relief..."

Through sheer effort, I completed it on schedule. Pleased with myself, I took a shower in the annex bathroom—built separately because I often found it cumbersome to walk to the main house of the mansion.

Knock, knock—

As soon as I stepped out in my robe, there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"Sir, it's Roy."

"What is it? Speak freely."

"Yes, master. Our finances are in a precarious state."

I frowned and asked, "The finances?"

"Yes, master. At this rate, our funds will be depleted within two months."

I nodded. It made sense—I hadn’t been giving lectures recently, so my university salary was my only source of income. Meanwhile, the expenses were relentless—150 mana stones, various grimoires, ancient books, and more.

"Give me a moment."

I used Telekinesis to lift the safe hidden beneath the annex floor. The safe responded exclusively to my mana. I opened the lid.

"Let's see..."

My hand landed on the first item within reach—a porcelain vase—and I grabbed it. It was the Oriental Vase I had purchased at an auction for 2.5 million elne. Just as I was about to use the Midas Touch, I hesitated. My remaining mana was 1,635. To sell it properly, I'd need to use the full 3,000.

"Come back in three hours."

"Yes, sir."

Roy left, and I waited for my mana to recover. As I waited, I examined the vase using my Wealthy Magnate attribute. Its light still shone brightly. Midas Touch doesn't significantly enhance items with fully developed potential, only increasing a 30,000-value item to perhaps 30,300. However, this Oriental Vase was likely unappraised...

"Let's see."

After 150 minutes, my mana was fully recovered. I concentrated all my energy and used Midas Touch on the vase.

Ssssss—

Blue smoke flowed from my fingertips into the vase, causing its surface to shimmer with a soft glow. Then...

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[Vase of the Eastern Artisan Egehan]

◆ Information

A vase crafted with an artisan’s meticulous effort and magical talent.

Its potential has been awakened by Midas Touch.

◆ Category

Pottery ? Vase

◆ Special Effects

Flowers placed in this vase will never wilt.

The flowers will shed petals and bloom anew, each petal containing at least a Medium Fatigue Recovery Effect to a Medium-High Fatigue Recovery Effect elixir.

───────

The vase, originally worth 2.5 million elne, had become so valuable that I hesitated to sell it.

"Hmm..."

The vase’s design alone justified its original price, but now it possessed an endless regeneration effect.

"It’s best to sell it."

But the fatigue recovery effects were of no use to me since I never get tired. Additionally, cultivating and selling the flowers one by one wouldn't yield a substantial amount.

Knock, knock—

Right on time, Roy knocked again. I opened the door and handed him the vase.

"Get this reappraised and find a buyer. This should cover our finances for at least five, no, ten years."

"Sorry? Master, isn't this the vase you bought—"

Roy appeared flustered, but I was just as surprised. Beyond Roy’s shoulder, I saw Yeriel approaching with the demeanor of a loan shark.

"Hey, I heard you might need to borrow some money~"

Yeriel said she would stay for just one day, but it was already her third. The mansion was so vast that I hadn’t even noticed her presence.

"I knew you’d ask for money sooner or later. If you need some, I can lend it to you with just a promissory note—"

"That won't be necessary," I said, shaking my head. "I shall have this item appraised and put it up for auction. Roy, take it to the appraiser."

"Are you out of your mind?" Yeriel said, her face contorting with irritation.

"Wow..."

"Ah, yes, indeed! I hadn’t realized, but if that's true, it possesses incredible magical properties!"