Min-Maxing My TRPG Build in Another World: Volume 10 (eBook)

Schuld (Autor)

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2025
250 Seiten
J-Novel Club (Verlag)
978-1-7183-8470-5 (ISBN)

Infos

The arrival of spring brings with it unexpected reunions: Mika and Dietrich have arrived in Marsheim and rejoined the campaign! However, it isn't all familiar faces. The heroic tales of Goldilocks have spread far and wide, and the aspiring ogre adventurer Yorgos has traveled all the way to Ende Erde in search of fame and glory under Erich's leadership. As the Fellowship adjusts to its renewed roster, the next stage of Erich's adventure begins in earnest!

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Preface

Tabletop Role-Playing Game (TRPG)

An analog version of the RPG format utilizing paper rulebooks and dice.

A form of performance art where the GM (Game Master) and players carve out the details of a story from an initial outline.

The PCs (Player Characters) are born from the details on their character sheets. Each player lives through their PC as they overcome the GM’s trials to reach the final ending.

Nowadays, there are countless types of TRPGs, spanning genres that include fantasy, sci-fi, horror, modern chuanqi, shooters, postapocalyptic, and even niche settings such as those based on idols or maids.

The phrase “magus’s disciple” carried a certain gravity to the untrained ear, but in practice, the role had more in common with that of a secretary than anything else.

“So many letters...”

The budding magus clenched her fists at the cuffs of her clothes, newly tailored after her growth spurt over the course of the summer, and a flyaway strand of her carefully tended hair gave away her displeasure and deep fatigue. The young student couldn’t help her amber eyes from falling half closed at the sight of the heap of missives and the work that was to come. Even as her face continued to lose its baby fat, she felt a child’s expression of anguish creep in from the edges of her face, in spite of every scolding she’d received so far. Her training at the College had drilled into her time and again the importance of the power to maintain a cryptic smile or icy, vacant affect at all working hours, but she still recoiled at the injustice of every harsh rebuke for daring to let slip a momentary frown at the first sight of the morning’s workload.

Now thirteen years of age and dressed in a gorgeous robe befitting her status, Elisa let out an exhausted sigh at the shape that von Ubiorum’s combined professorial and comital duties had taken.

The southern branch of the College, called the Krahenschanze, housed an underground structure containing personal laboratories available to those who had reached the position of researcher. There were three methods by which letters could be delivered to these members.

The first method employed pneumatic tubes, utilized by the College to send all its official documentation, and bore the highest level of prestige and formality. Accepting letters via this method was mandatory, which made it a surefire measure to get your recipient to read what you sent. Despite this, sending mail via the tubes required a number of procedures—enough to turn the method into a chore—which meant that it wasn’t used overly frequently.

The second method was to take your letters to the clerical staff of the College, who would then deliver the letters into the personal mailboxes stationed in front of each laboratory.

The final method was to personally use a familiar or a paper messenger to surpass the recipient’s protective barriers. However, this direct method was only for those closest to the recipient. Magia dared to toss aside their humanity in order to peer into the abyss of arcane knowledge. Their laboratories were the bastions of their insight, and there were few fools who would wish to open a seam in the safeguards enfolding the secrets within.

Naturally, most letters were delivered by the second of these methods, to the eternal chagrin of many a magus’s apprentice. It would be fine if your charge for the most part abstained from the salons and tea parties of the social scene and had no interest in advertising themselves to any meaningful degree. Indeed, there were some faculty members who waited in front of their letterbox in earnest hope that at least one letter would arrive soon. However, in this particular apprentice’s case, nothing could be further than the truth; her professor was the picture of popularity.

When a professor was busy with their research, lectures, and official business, it was impossible for them to look over the dozen or, in the worst-case scenario, a hundred-odd letters that would pile up over the course of a day or two, nor could they be expected to keep such an effort up over the course of their daily life. Such affairs had to be outsourced to an ever-available, flexible, capable dogsbody—the apprentice. Their own precious time was spent sieving the letters to deem which were worthy of their master’s eyes. Such a task would be fine if Elisa had other apprentices to work with—indeed, someone of Agrippina’s standing was supposed to have two or three—but instead she was forced to contend alone, and at great personal cost.

“I can’t believe this... I wish the people at the office would at least sort them for me...”

Elisa pushed down her self-pitying emotions and began carefully collecting the messy stack. The letters were enough to fill the young girl’s arms—it would take an incredible amount of time to simply read the name of each sender and verify if they were on the “blocked senders” list. If this weren’t a labor unto itself, should there be a new name among the letters, then she would have to cross-reference them with the noble register and double-check that they didn’t have any sort of connection to one of Agrippina’s blacklisted names, and as such were to be ignored and burned upon arrival. She also had to deal with other fringe cases—if the College had sent the schedule for a lecture, then Elisa was tasked with checking it against Agrippina’s own agenda.

For Elisa, who was busy with lectures, homework, and also with Lady Leizniz’s dress-up events—so frequent that the apprentice wondered if the wraith thought she had all the time in the world—this whole letter sorting business was nothing short of agony.

This week’s load was particularly badly timed—she had three pieces of coursework which were all due essentially at once. The professors ignored the students’ complaints, continuing the cycle with the excuse that they’d had it tough too in their day, and as such wouldn’t change any schedule even at the expense of their lives. As such, there was never any discussion between professors regarding deadlines or the constant pain of the student body—especially for those who hadn’t chosen their specialty, who were functionally expected to excel in everything they were taking at once.

“Black... Black... Black again... Green... This one’s from...von Russelheim? Who’s that?” Elisa said to herself as she sorted each letter.

There were four boxes for the letters: black, green, yellow, and red. The black box was for letters for immediate disposal, ones from idiots or enemies and not even worth reading. The green box was for seemingly harmless new senders or for good-natured acquaintances, whose letters were worth reading when time was available. The yellow box was for letters that should be read before the day was over. Finally, the red box was for letters that Elisa was obliged to inform Agrippina about immediately.

Elisa leafed through the well-thumbed book of noble connections and stopped on the page with von Russelheim’s information on it.

“Let’s see... Aha, Lady Leizniz’s former apprentice! Yellow, then.”

After verifying his connection—a “sibling disciple” of her own master—Elisa placed the letter in its relevant box.

It was times like these where she wished she had more information to go on than simply the sender’s name. It would be less time-consuming and far easier if she could see what the letters said, but the envelopes were sealed with dangerous formulae to keep curious eyes out. Thinking about how the only “safe” letters to hold were notices or circulars from the College brought tears to her eyes.

As she plugged away at this tiresome work, the bell outside chimed, letting her know that she’d already burned through half an hour on it all.

Elisa flung the letter in her hands aside and rubbed at the corners of her eyes. In two days her coursework on the basics of magical manipulation of the physical plane came due; the day after that she had a test on the general effects of mana waves from celestial bodies; all the while the deadline for her paper for her Variable Catalyst Uses I class was looming.

Recently, her master had told Elisa that she reacted in the same way as her brother did when exhausted. Although she secretly felt happy at the comparison, it was little solace from the unrelenting demands of her daily duties. There simply wasn’t enough time. How could there still be so many tasks to get through when Agrippina’s steward was handling the bulk of the courtly duties? She wanted to let the tears come and call out for her big brother.

“Should I work out a spell that can sort these automatically?” Elisa muttered to herself. “But it might interfere with the privacy formulae and cause an explosion. That wouldn’t be fun at all. The School of Daybreak do this without even batting an eye...”

How on earth had her big brother Erich managed to shoulder the task of dealing with Agrippina’s letters, as she entered her social circles with aplomb, without a steward or a single retainer to help? With no concern to how she might have looked, Elisa placed her chin upon the desk and let her body slump down as these thoughts went around her head.

It pained Elisa to say this about her brother, but in her opinion Erich had been too helpful to Agrippina. He understood spells instinctually, dealt with dangerous matters with ease, and even with all of her practice, she felt that...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 28.8.2025
• Reihe/Serie: Min-Maxing My TRPG Build in Another World
• Illustrationen: Schuld
• Übersetzer: Schuld
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Schlagworte: age progression • Fantasy • Harem • Isekai • Light Novel • mature • TRPG
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-8470-X / 171838470X
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-8470-5 / 9781718384705