For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used.

Chapter 245: Second Semester (3)

As soon as the blood touched it, the purple lines engraved on the staff began to glow softly.

The lines extended from the center to the ends, creating a magic circle that coiled like a snake climbing a tree.

Simultaneously, the sensation of holding the staff changed in an instant.

“This is…”

Fortunately, it didn’t feel like holding my penis.

The most concerning part of making the staff with the sensory-linking dildo was resolved.

So, how does the sensation feel now?

It was quite peculiar. It felt like the staff had become an extension of my body.

Even without seeing it, I could vaguely sense where my body extended and how it could move.

This was possible because of the mental image of my body stored in my subconscious.

The clearer this image, the easier it was to move my body as intended… as Iona taught me.

For me, the system’s correction took care of that part.

Anyway, the important thing was that the image of “me” in my mind now included the staff.

Until now, I’ve wielded the shining lion dagger skillfully, but that was because my body was adept at handling the dagger.

But now, with some practice, I felt like I could handle this staff itself skillfully.

“This really works.”

Swinging the staff in the air with amazement, I retrieved my old staff from my inventory.

The chrome-colored metal staff had lost some of its original luster after the rigorous use in the scenario dungeon.

I swung it to strike the body of the new staff.

Clang!

The strong recoil felt in my hand confirmed that the new staff was much sturdier.

And most importantly.

“It doesn’t share pain, does it?”

“Of course not. You use it as a melee weapon and channel magic through it, right? If it hurt every time, there’d be no point in using it. The dildo you used before also blocked pain.”

“Now that you mention it, I did handle it quite roughly without feeling any pain.”

Nodding, I tossed the black staff into the air.

As it spun in the air, I stretched out my finger, and it landed vertically on it.

“It stays linked even when thrown. Is there a range limit?”

“Yes. About 10 meters? It’s not very far since it’s my first attempt, but it’ll increase with more attempts.”

“10 meters is sufficient. This is a staff, not a throwing spear.”

In close combat, if a weapon flew more than 10 meters away, it was practically lost.

Unless the opponent was weak, retrieving it with telekinesis would be difficult against an equal or numerous opponents.

Weapons were usually thrown in desperate situations or when a final blow was likely.

Other than that, losing the weapon in a struggle was typical, and retrieving it would be impossible anyway.

“…Still, I’d like to extend it to 30 meters for safety. By the way, can you channel your magic through it again?”

“What? I already tested the amplification rate… Will it improve further?”

“Possibly? Theoretically, it should increase slightly. Once it’s imprinted, no one else can use it, so I haven’t tested it much.”

A bound item, huh? With such advantages, a non-shareable penalty was acceptable.

Nodding, I channeled my magic once more.

Whirr.

The staff eagerly absorbed the magic.

“Wow.”

The magic amplification rate didn’t increase. However, the transmission speed of the magic became incredibly fast.

This meant the conductivity of mana improved, significantly reducing leakage.

This wasn’t noticeable with low-level magic but became meaningful with intermediate-level magic.

The biggest advantage was the slightly faster casting speed.

Already fast spell casting could become even quicker. Although it’s difficult now, with Elisha’s help in reducing chant time, simultaneous casting might become possible.

In the game, the effect of slightly increasing all specs translates into this in reality.

A genuine tone escaped my lips.

“This is really amazing, Senior Faye.”

“Hehe. Isn’t it?”

“Yes. I thought it would take more time. You know, magical weapons are typically delicate.”

Whether it’s a staff, wand, or another form, a magician’s weapon fundamentally amplifies magic.

Unlike a blade’s sharpness, a blunt weapon’s weight, or armor’s durability, which were weapon fundamentals.

But unlike other gear that could still be useful if slightly damaged, magic amplification was either perfect or a useless explosion risk.

There was almost no middle ground.

Naturally, its creation required caution, and improving it tended to be conservative.

To achieve such quick and definite results was truly impressive. Faye was remarkable.

“Such achievements deserve rewards. Should I increase your funding? Or do you have something specific in mind?”

“Hmm… The research funds are fine. I still have plenty from last time. But I do have a request…”

“What is it? Just say the word.”

Intending to grant almost any request, I replied warmly, and Faye slowly raised her arms.

Not high, but horizontally to form a wide spread.

In that position, Faye cautiously spoke.

“Can you lift me like you do Iris? I’m curious what it feels like…”

“Oh.”

Come to think of it, Faye and Iris were about the same height.

While other girls were too tall, lifting Faye like an airplane should be possible.

“Are you sure that’s enough?”

“Yes. I’ve already received a lot from you, Junior. This will be enough.”

“Alright then.”

I lifted Faye into the air and gently swung her around like I did with Iris.

Jiggle, jiggle.

Her chest, larger than her head, swayed heavily.

…Good thing Iris wasn’t here.

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Feeling great after receiving Faye’s staff, we arrived at the opening ceremony. However, it was just a formality.

Each class gathered to hear announcements and a briefing for the second semester from their homeroom professor. Classes start tomorrow.

In Class A, I sat with Carla and Elisha on either side. Everyone was greeting each other warmly, likely having bonded over the first semester… but no one greeted me.

At best, they glanced at me and then looked away.

Previously, it was just a bit awkward, but after I bought Elisha as a slave, no one even made eye contact.

…Well, I wouldn’t want to associate with someone who suddenly brought a classmate as a servant, claiming they were a slave either.

But hearing snippets about classmates inviting friends to their homes during the break made me a bit envious.

Hmph! I went to Helena’s house too! I’m not jealous at all! I don’t regret this second youth at all!

While I grumbled internally, Elisha suddenly smiled and spoke in a moderate tone.

“Oh? By the way, thanks to you, I became an Intermediate Magician, but I know very few intermediate spells. Could you teach me sometime? Preferably just the two of us.”

“Huh?”

The mention of Elisha becoming an Intermediate Magician made the surrounding area go silent for a moment. Then, it became noisy again for different reasons.

…So, they were paying attention to us, pretending not to.

I had no room to talk since I was pretending not to eavesdrop.

Elisha not knowing intermediate spells? Becoming an Intermediate Magician thanks to me? That can’t be.

She had studied a few spells even when she was on the verge of becoming an Intermediate Magician and learned elemental magic from Iris after advancing.

All I did was take her to dungeons to speed up her growth.

Yet she said this… maybe she thought I was envious of other students?

I’m really not jealous, but on reflection, Elisha might see it differently.

A world he came to after living alone for 17 years in isolation. But he avoided people for three years before enrolling in the academy, and even then, kept his distance for various reasons… That’s the setting.

So, she might see me as someone who’s never made friends.

Maybe she meant I shouldn’t be envious since she was here, or she wanted to highlight my abilities so others would approach me despite the awkwardness.

Either way, it was a kind thought, but the premise was wrong.

I… I’m not that pitiful…

I looked at Elisha with a complex expression for a moment.

The awkward atmosphere in the classroom was interrupted by the door opening energetically.

Thud. Bang!

A familiar woman with crimson hair entered, twirling and bouncing like a figure skater.

She stopped spinning in front of the podium, striking a strange pose, and shouted.

“Iona has arrived!”

It’s been a while since I’ve seen this.

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