Chapter 227: 227
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Lucius nodded his head to tell me I was right. There were no doors to escape this round as I didn't want to leave the barrier through the window. And the exit was full of people, wondering if I really did have enough mana to charge the teleportation gate.
I slumped onto the bed, squeezing my eyes shut, wondering how they were going to measure how much mana I had. The bed wobbled as someone came to lay down on the bed beside me. Unexpectedly, Luke's familiar hand, held onto mine as he shot a little arrow of his own mana into my body. In return, a river full of my mana came crashing into him, making him shoot up beside me, full of energy.
He abruptly sat up in surprise as I opened my eyes, hoping it was over. He stared at my face, wondering how I had this much mana left. So this was how they tested how much mana someone had left. Depending on how much relative mana could be shared, it could definitely be measured to a certain extent.
"Rika has enough mana to charge almost the entire gate on her own," Luke couldn't believe his own words.
And now my plan of escaping to the third district was under scrutiny. I said my farewells to travel to the third district with imaginary tears falling down my face. I wanted to spend Christmas with my family this year even though it was still a month away. It was unfortunate that holidays almost never existed in the first district.
"You'll go downstairs to charge the teleportation gate after changing, won't you?" Lucius brightly smiled.
It was amazing how these two siblings were so alike to each other. Their way of threatening someone was also the same. Not daring to look at the guests' faces, I walked to my room, regretting why I revealed that I had enough mana while dining.
I rolled back and forth on my bed, trying to decide what to wear. My closet was open with dresses filled with decorations or tight waists other than pyjamas. I sighed as even the skirts and pants looked unappealing. No pairs of jeans or sweatpants were seen. I wasn't going to this, but there was no choice at this rate.
I picked a white dress that didn't pinch my waist like an ant with an overflowing number of striped ribbons from head to toe. I evilly smiled as I whispered an air clash spell. It was a perfect replacement for a scissor, which I didn't have. I didn't realize how good it was for relieving stress as I grinned as more ribbons fell off on the bed.
The loose sleeves that dr.a.p.e around my arm felt comforting while the dress itself felt lighter from getting rid of all the decorations. Random parts of the dress slid down unevenly from the lack of support from something holding them together. When I looked in the mirror, the clothing started to resemble what I would buy in the third district. Comfortable and practical.
For my shoes, I picked out a pair of blue flats. I was way too lazy to spend my mana to cut off some heals. My hair was also tied up with a ribbon since I didn't want to brush it. I once wanted to cut my hair into a short bob but decided not to when I heard it would be harder to manage than having longer hair. Apparently, it was harder to pull into a ponytail from Delia's words, which meant I would always have to spend time on my hair.
"What happened to your dress?" Shelly pulled me over when I came out of my room.
"Is it that noticeable? I kind of snipped all those decorations out," I whispered into her ear.
Shelly nodded her head, "this is the latest design from La Rose as part of their fall/winter collection."
"There is no way the guests won't notice that the dress was altered with the famous design and hidden labels," Shelly pointed out.
I casually shrugged since it was something already done. Shelly had never seen Luke and I alter the dresses and shoes during social week before. At the same time, it was never to this unrepairable extent where I had directly cut all the decorations out. It was mostly retailoring some parts of the dress while trying to preserve the original design as much as possible.
"What a unique dress!" Yulee appeared behind Shelly.
I walked down the stairs towards the room with the teleportation gate. I never liked Yulee. Every word she said was scary like there was a hidden meaning behind it. It was no wonder how Jules could never win against Yulee.
Her eyes shined with curiosity every time she took a glance in my direction. When I opened the door, everyone else was already gathered inside the room with maps to chatter about our next actions. Unlike Shelly's worries, no one paid attention to what I wore. I seamlessly slipped into my role as I quietly began to charge the teleportation gate.
"What are you doing?" A familiar voice asked me.
"Charging the teleportation gate," I continued to charge the gate without looking up.
"The barrier seems flimsier this round," she squatted down to my eye level as the smell of death came into my nose.
"I thought you would be dead, but you're surprisingly alive, aren't you?"
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Lucius nodded his head to tell me I was right. There were no doors to escape this round as I didn't want to leave the barrier through the window. And the exit was full of people, wondering if I really did have enough mana to charge the teleportation gate.
I slumped onto the bed, squeezing my eyes shut, wondering how they were going to measure how much mana I had. The bed wobbled as someone came to lay down on the bed beside me. Unexpectedly, Luke's familiar hand, held onto mine as he shot a little arrow of his own mana into my body. In return, a river full of my mana came crashing into him, making him shoot up beside me, full of energy.
He abruptly sat up in surprise as I opened my eyes, hoping it was over. He stared at my face, wondering how I had this much mana left. So this was how they tested how much mana someone had left. Depending on how much relative mana could be shared, it could definitely be measured to a certain extent.
"Rika has enough mana to charge almost the entire gate on her own," Luke couldn't believe his own words.
And now my plan of escaping to the third district was under scrutiny. I said my farewells to travel to the third district with imaginary tears falling down my face. I wanted to spend Christmas with my family this year even though it was still a month away. It was unfortunate that holidays almost never existed in the first district.
"You'll go downstairs to charge the teleportation gate after changing, won't you?" Lucius brightly smiled.
It was amazing how these two siblings were so alike to each other. Their way of threatening someone was also the same. Not daring to look at the guests' faces, I walked to my room, regretting why I revealed that I had enough mana while dining.
I rolled back and forth on my bed, trying to decide what to wear. My closet was open with dresses filled with decorations or tight waists other than pyjamas. I sighed as even the skirts and pants looked unappealing. No pairs of jeans or sweatpants were seen. I wasn't going to this, but there was no choice at this rate.
I picked a white dress that didn't pinch my waist like an ant with an overflowing number of striped ribbons from head to toe. I evilly smiled as I whispered an air clash spell. It was a perfect replacement for a scissor, which I didn't have. I didn't realize how good it was for relieving stress as I grinned as more ribbons fell off on the bed.
The loose sleeves that dr.a.p.e around my arm felt comforting while the dress itself felt lighter from getting rid of all the decorations. Random parts of the dress slid down unevenly from the lack of support from something holding them together. When I looked in the mirror, the clothing started to resemble what I would buy in the third district. Comfortable and practical.
For my shoes, I picked out a pair of blue flats. I was way too lazy to spend my mana to cut off some heals. My hair was also tied up with a ribbon since I didn't want to brush it. I once wanted to cut my hair into a short bob but decided not to when I heard it would be harder to manage than having longer hair. Apparently, it was harder to pull into a ponytail from Delia's words, which meant I would always have to spend time on my hair.
"What happened to your dress?" Shelly pulled me over when I came out of my room.
"Is it that noticeable? I kind of snipped all those decorations out," I whispered into her ear.
Shelly nodded her head, "this is the latest design from La Rose as part of their fall/winter collection."
"There is no way the guests won't notice that the dress was altered with the famous design and hidden labels," Shelly pointed out.
I casually shrugged since it was something already done. Shelly had never seen Luke and I alter the dresses and shoes during social week before. At the same time, it was never to this unrepairable extent where I had directly cut all the decorations out. It was mostly retailoring some parts of the dress while trying to preserve the original design as much as possible.
"What a unique dress!" Yulee appeared behind Shelly.
I walked down the stairs towards the room with the teleportation gate. I never liked Yulee. Every word she said was scary like there was a hidden meaning behind it. It was no wonder how Jules could never win against Yulee.
Her eyes shined with curiosity every time she took a glance in my direction. When I opened the door, everyone else was already gathered inside the room with maps to chatter about our next actions. Unlike Shelly's worries, no one paid attention to what I wore. I seamlessly slipped into my role as I quietly began to charge the teleportation gate.
"What are you doing?" A familiar voice asked me.
"Charging the teleportation gate," I continued to charge the gate without looking up.
"The barrier seems flimsier this round," she squatted down to my eye level as the smell of death came into my nose.
"I thought you would be dead, but you're surprisingly alive, aren't you?"
Lucius nodded his head to tell me I was right. There were no doors to escape this round as I didn't want to leave the barrier through the window. And the exit was full of people, wondering if I really did have enough mana to charge the teleportation gate. I slumped onto the bed, squeezing my eyes shut, wondering how they were going to measure how much mana I had. The bed wobbled as someone came to lay down on the bed beside me. Unexpectedly, Luke's familiar hand, held onto mine as he shot a little arrow of his own mana into my body. In return, a river full of my mana came crashing into him, making him shoot up beside me, full of energy. He abruptly sat up in surprise as I opened my eyes, hoping it was over. He stared at my face, wondering how I had this much mana left. So this was how they tested how much mana someone had left. Depending on how much relative mana could be shared, it could definitely be measured to a certain extent. "Rika has enough mana to charge almost the entire gate on her own," Luke couldn't believe his own words. And now my plan of escaping to the third district was under scrutiny. I said my farewells to travel to the third district with imaginary tears falling down my face. I wanted to spend Christmas with my family this year even though it was still a month away. It was unfortunate that holidays almost never existed in the first district. "You'll go downstairs to charge the teleportation gate after changing, won't you?" Lucius brightly smiled. It was amazing how these two siblings were so alike to each other. Their way of threatening someone was also the same. Not daring to look at the guests' faces, I walked to my room, regretting why I revealed that I had enough mana while dining. I rolled back and forth on my bed, trying to decide what to wear. My closet was open with dresses filled with decorations or tight waists other than pyjamas. I sighed as even the skirts and pants looked unappealing. No pairs of jeans or sweatpants were seen. I wasn't going to this, but there was no choice at this rate. I picked a white dress that didn't pinch my waist like an ant with an overflowing number of striped ribbons from head to toe. I evilly smiled as I whispered an air clash spell. It was a perfect replacement for a scissor, which I didn't have. I didn't realize how good it was for relieving stress as I grinned as more ribbons fell off on the bed. The loose sleeves that dr.a.p.e around my arm felt comforting while the dress itself felt lighter from getting rid of all the decorations. Random parts of the dress slid down unevenly from the lack of support from something holding them together. When I looked in the mirror, the clothing started to resemble what I would buy in the third district. Comfortable and practical. For my shoes, I picked out a pair of blue flats. I was way too lazy to spend my mana to cut off some heals. My hair was also tied up with a ribbon since I didn't want to brush it. I once wanted to cut my hair into a short bob but decided not to when I heard it would be harder to manage than having longer hair. Apparently, it was harder to pull into a ponytail from Delia's words, which meant I would always have to spend time on my hair. "What happened to your dress?" Shelly pulled me over when I came out of my room. "Is it that noticeable? I kind of snipped all those decorations out," I whispered into her ear. Shelly nodded her head, "this is the latest design from La Rose as part of their fall/winter collection." "There is no way the guests won't notice that the dress was altered with the famous design and hidden labels," Shelly pointed out. I casually shrugged since it was something already done. Shelly had never seen Luke and I alter the dresses and shoes during social week before. At the same time, it was never to this unrepairable extent where I had directly cut all the decorations out. It was mostly retailoring some parts of the dress while trying to preserve the original design as much as possible. "What a unique dress!" Yulee appeared behind Shelly. I walked down the stairs towards the room with the teleportation gate. I never liked Yulee. Every word she said was scary like there was a hidden meaning behind it. It was no wonder how Jules could never win against Yulee. Her eyes shined with curiosity every time she took a glance in my direction. When I opened the door, everyone else was already gathered inside the room with maps to chatter about our next actions. Unlike Shelly's worries, no one paid attention to what I wore. I seamlessly slipped into my role as I quietly began to charge the teleportation gate. "What are you doing?" A familiar voice asked me. "Charging the teleportation gate," I continued to charge the gate without looking up. "The barrier seems flimsier this round," she squatted down to my eye level as the smell of death came into my nose. "I thought you would be dead, but you're surprisingly alive, aren't you?"
