A Daily Life Like Reincarnation

Leizelt, a town belonging to commoner mages.

It surrounded Starlight University, situated in an unknown corner of the world.

It was special, yet still peaceful, with its own daily rhythm.

This rhythm was familiar to Fatenai Wisdom, or rather, Fatenai Frayton.

Morning.

The day and night changes brought about by Rose Month belonged only to Rose Month; each day's life belonged to itself and should not be disturbed—upholding this belief, in Leizelt, no matter the weather, when it was time for the shops to open, the wooden sign outside would slowly be covered by dark brown ink with a woody scent, changing "Closed" to "Open."

Leizelt's spice shop was just like any other day—in the wooden house, a single old man sat behind a wooden table by the door. The shop's interior was filled with repeating cabinets, which were also divided into repeating wooden compartments. Inside these compartments were powders of various colors, differing in their uniformity.

The old man sitting by the door was indeed very old—the wrinkles on his skin could hold several sheets of paper—making it impossible to see his eyes. Half of his face was obscured by his white beard.

He remained motionless, doing nothing, even when the door opened and a cloaked girl walked into the shop.

"Just get it," the old man said lazily, seemingly displeased that her arrival had interrupted his daze.

This was a recent regular customer, a student from Starlight University who went out under the pretense of buying things for a professor—she had platinum blonde hair and an unnervingly polite demeanor.

[First Task: Retrieve the daily green box from Old Jerry's spice shop]

Fatenai silently recited the to-do list that had been in her mind for a week. With familiar movements, she searched through the wooden compartments until she retrieved the green box from the corner.

The old man was equally slow when it came to payment. Fatenai showed ample patience until she had taken what she needed from the spice shop and quietly headed towards her next destination.

[Second Task: Pick up the latest daily custom order from the jewelry store]

In the jewelry store, there was a woman wearing a multi-colored mage robe, unlike many mages Fatenai had met—though she wasn't a warm woman, her robe was merely to please herself.

[Third Task: Obtain the first bouquet of flowers touched by traveler's dust from the flower shop]

Fatenai never worried about being late affecting her judgment—flower shops didn't like opening early. If compared to the normal time of day, it was close to noon.

[Fourth Task: Ask the first elderly person encountered on the street what the first thing they said to their wife today was]

Fatenai had once considered that if this old man was as old as the spice shop owner, his wife might have already passed away.

Leizelt's daily life continued as usual, and so did Fatenai's—with the addition of a blonde girl walking among them. Her politeness ensured this presence caused no stir.

The commoner mages were not curious about her appearance, nor did they ask any questions.

Fatenai adapted quickly and never asked them any unnecessary questions.

Afternoon.

"Give me the bottle containing the Balo Flower," Lyeta said to Fatenai, standing before a table in the corner of the highest floor of the teaching building, a spot belonging to "Alfie's Corner."

Lyeta held a plant leaf in one hand and tapped the table with the other. After a moment, she gazed at the materials on the table.

Lyeta's attire was also unexpected; she dressed impeccably, only donning a mage robe when conducting experiments—wearing thick-rimmed glasses, her movements and expressions appeared nonchalant.

Lyeta's laboratory was in a corner of the teaching building, suggesting she might be a mage with few accomplishments, or perhaps an apprentice—Fatenai couldn't tell. All she knew was that this laboratory, belonging to Lyeta, was originally intended for "temporary use"—yet Lyeta had piled various instruments and materials in different places without any intention of organizing them. The home-like atmosphere caused the laboratory to lose its temporary status—this actually caused great inconvenience to those working there; who could distinguish what was in these "piles of clutter"?

Especially when one had to find the corresponding item among different materials and glass jars of various sizes—they were marked with simple, concise labels.

Fatenai was originally sitting on a wooden chair closest to the door, reading a book she was permitted to read—simple introductions to magic or illustrated guides to potion-making. Hearing Lyeta's voice, she responded, picked up a black glass bottle from a nearby table, and brought it to Lyeta's table.

"You already knew I needed the Balo Flower?" Lyeta raised an eyebrow, surprised by the short amount of time.

"You've been using a large dose of it recently, so you placed it in a more easily accessible location," Fatenai replied.

"The background of a Forest Hunter is indeed suitable for this task, and you are also quite sharp," Lyeta praised casually, though still with a nonchalant expression. As she spoke, she used tweezers to retrieve the Balo Flower.

"Things that are used frequently are kept in the same place," Fatenai said softly.

In Fatenai's opinion, helping Lyeta find things required no particular skill—it was merely a matter of locating the area Lyeta frequented most and retrieving what was needed.

There was nothing else.

The work then proceeded like accompanying a nonchalant mage dressed in familiar noble attire.

"Today's work is finished," Fatenai returned to her original spot, waiting quietly until Lyeta spoke. Casually ending the day's work, Lyeta took off her mage robe and removed her glasses.

Fatenai nodded and, after watching her leave, performed a simple cleaning.

The work concluded here.

The darkness and emptiness of the teaching building made it somewhat eerie.

Fatenai silently walked to the opposite side of the room that served as the laboratory. There was a small door there, which opened to reveal a staircase leading upstairs—an attic that had seen better days.

The space was too large, yet it contained only a bed and a table. From the window, one could only see the boundless darkness outside.

A brief day.

Evening.

Clang!

Fatenai's sword stopped before the window. She paused her practice, and as she let go, the sword fell to the ground.

After washing up downstairs, she could do some simple reading and review... Fatenai frowned, repeating these actions that had formed memories in her mind.

This was her daily routine.

It was the same even in different places.

Morning.

Noon.

Evening.

Day after day.