A character with extreme difficulty to master and has the worst performance in almost everything. Val Ashbluff was considered a trash character in the game because he couldn't use magic in a fantasy world where everyone else could.
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I don’t usually dream much. However, occasionally, when I’m extremely tired or haven’t slept properly, I do.
When I dream, I often return to my childhood. It wasn’t particularly a happy memory. Back then, I had a family, and experiencing the happiness I’ve lost and can never regain is a sad dream, not a happy one.
“…Student Ashbluff.”
A sudden voice woke me with a start.
“Are you okay?”
“Ugh, my back hurts. I must have dozed off for a moment.”
“It’s already morning. Will you be okay during class?”
“I’ll just sleep during the class.”
“That’s not good for a student…”
“I still do well in my studies.”
Though it’s all thanks to my glasses for cheating.
Hattie laughed softly as if acknowledging it.
“When you’re wearing glasses and just sitting quietly, you seem like a different person. Usually, you look like a lazy student, but at those times, you seem like an intellectual model student.”
“But I am though.”
“Uhuh, well being positive is good.”
“Right. Is the research going well?”
We were currently in Hattie's lab. I was there late into the night to work on the Delta Augmentation Technique with her. I only gave small hints, Hattie was solving most of it.
“Mhm. There’s progress. Once we find the solution through repeated trials and errors for the remaining parts, it will be almost done.”
“That’s great. Just a bit more effort.”
“…Yeah.”
She smiled happily but soon wore a worried expression.
“But… is this right? This is something the Professor has spent half of her life researching.”
“Sigh.”
I can’t tell if she’s kind-hearted or foolish. Even after having her research stolen, she could still say such things. If it were me, I would have shamelessly stolen the research paper by now. It's just simple payback.
“Don’t think about such useless things. What does it matter if she spent half her life on it? You didn’t steal Professor Hemlock's research. We’re just better than the professor, and that’s not a crime, right?”
Even though I felt a bit guilty saying it, I had no choice but to comfort Hattie.
