On the night of January 1st, 9783 of the Radiant Calendar, Velin lay with his head resting on Xuemiyya's chest, staring at the ceiling and reflecting on the past six months. All he could say was that he had survived.
There had been explanations day and night, without even a moment left for him to think for himself.
Every three days, three hours were set aside for questions. If he failed to answer them, his rest time was reduced.
He had originally had two days of personal time each month, but after his uncle-in-law got involved, not only did he have no time to rest, he even owed thirty days.
Fortunately, the relevant magical knowledge had been fully explained three days ago, and he had mastered all of it.
Construction of the Floating Battleship would not officially begin until half a month later.
That meant the dozen or so days in between belonged entirely to him.
However, there was still an important matter to handle this year, so he could not remain in Qixing Territory to build Floating Battleships.
"Looks like the plan to move the Floating Battleship construction base into the Demiplane needs to be put on the agenda."
After saying that, Velin rolled over and buried his head in Xuemiyya's embrace.
Sensing the unusual feeling, Xuemiyya briefly shifted her gaze away from her Magic Book. She reached out to smooth Velin's messy hair, then resumed reading as though no one else were present.
As time passed, eight o'clock arrived, and a pleasant voice sounded beside Velin's ear.
Within Black Mud Swamp in the Land of Chaos on the Sinapsis Subcontinent lay the relic of a Legendary Spellcaster who returned to their homeland.
Hearing this information, Velin fell into deep thought.
The relic of a Legendary Spellcaster who had