"Up, up, lazy–"
My hand flashed upwards even before my brain could register the movement, and I grabbed the silver orb floating by my head.
This silver orb was the reason my Inscription had reached 19, and before this expedition, I had been determined to focus on this Auxiliary Skill, alongside my Threadwork, to be the center of my discipline.
If I did this, I would not become a combat magus since my spells would be focused towards crafting, but I come from a family of craftsmen, and violence had never truly attracted my attention.
My eyes opened as I glanced at the orb, feeling its warmth and the faint sounds of its internal clockwork mechanism boosted by my Inscription and a potent battery of magic that would keep it functional for decades.
I would preserve the voice of my sister for years, and I planned to use this small recording to embarrass her sometimes in the future, hopefully when she got married and had children.
