"Oh f*ck"
Eshir quickly tried to recall all the details of the novel to remember if something related to his unique intolerable mana physique and a way to solve it was mentioned, but to his displeasure, he remembered nothing.
Keeping his unique physique in mind, he moves to the things that need his imminent attention. Recalling if there is any item that doesn't affect the story much but at the same time, will be very useful in his hands or some cheat knowledge that will help him grow faster than others.
After all, they are the main source from where the strength of the novel transmigrated or a regressor person streams. All the OP pieces of equipment are already with characters since they were first introduced or given to them by their families with origins unknown. Some were created with the remains of a monster that has yet to be hunted, while some couldn't be created and used by anyone except Eric, and the last remaining ones are not capable of him.
Of course the last doesn't mean there are no good items outside these categories there are some but he didn't dare to get them, some of which highly affect the future scenarios. Although he wasn't foolish enough to think if he doesn't deliberately mess with the story, the story will be the same as he even read that doing something as mundane as dancing at the banquet hall can bring forth the vampire attack in a novel.
However, he could still use the basic structure of the novel. 'But is the world the same as in the novel? That's what the author said but was he lying?? Are my memories correct?? Heck, I can't even trust Eshir. Can I trust myself? Who am I?' Moving his thoughts from those conspiracy theories. He goes back to his previous problems. When a thought resurfaces in his mind 'Reading too many novels worsen pavitr's already rotting mind... '
'Wow, now I can even ridicule myself in my thoughts.' Eshir amused himself.
'Hmm, the only advantage I get with reading the novel is knowledge of the abilities of the Main cast albeit not in detail, and knowledge of some future events. I hope I didn't jinx it.' Eshir prayed to the goddess of luck to be with him.
Eshir thinks for some more time but seeing as not getting any solution, he gives up and leaves it for later. 'I'll cross the bridge when I get there.'
*knock knock
Familiar Low and fast knocking sounds echo through the room, Diverting his attention from his mana issue. Without giving it a thought Eshir answered "Come in"
The beautiful yet mischievous maid once again enters the room and asks "Congratulations on becoming an adult my lord. What would you prefer to eat, Strawberry pastry with Sweet Lassi? or something special?"
"Breakfast??" Eshir asked.
"Oh, it's already 10 AM. Back then when I entered, I was supposed to ask what would you like to eat for breakfast but I got kicked out before getting the chance to ask. After seeing you playing with mana, I thought you were not hungry so I told the chef to not prepare anything for you. You should have called if you were hungry" Ella answered playfully while faking her tears.
"You know you can lose your job for doing it and not gonna play professional maid anymore?" Eshir replied with a playful smile too.
"I didn't know the master I serve is this petty. Abandoning a helpless girl alone for just following the order." Ella said with exaggerated helplessness on her face and continued.
"What do you mean by play professional?? I'm professional. Although I only act like one when we are in public or I'm angry. You know it's too bothersome to act all the time." Ella answered not even bothering to act professionally and sat on the corner of the bed. Already forgiving him for his reckless actions. After all, she can't be mad at him on such an occasion.
Pavitr is astonished by how the conversation is going fluently. It would be an exaggeration to say he never had a conversation like this but it was from a long time ago and his communication skills get pretty rusty in the meantime. Speaking like this once again reminds him of the joy of communication which he had long forgotten.
Eshir would have continued talking if not for the rumbling noise coming from his stomach reminding him he hadn't eaten anything since morning.
"Usual" Eshir replies acting like the noise from before was nothing but their imagination.
He got up from his bed and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Usually, he would have bathed and dressed but he is quite hungry so he postponed it until after the snacks. It's Eshir's schedule, As for Pavitr, he's always in water-saving mode bathing twice or thrice a week.
...
After eating the delicious strawberry pastry and some sandwiches, which Ella secretly brought with pastries and bathing.
He changed his clothes to a white shirt and pants with a black belt and shoes. A white colored coat with a golden border and golden print. Royal blue basket with a similar golden print. Eshir again sees himself in the mirror and after setting his clothes he heads outside.
He is going to a place where he can calm his mind. There are only two things that calm his mind 1st shopping and 2nd donating to the poor. Although he didn't do it with pure intention, as people say the results matter, and by results, he will go to heaven.
After getting into the car stamped with the Lionheart family crest he instructs the driver to go to the orphanage.
...
[Name - Eshir Lionheart
Age - 15
Race - Human
Rank in - {Alphabet} {Numbers}
Rank - G- [Experience- 0/500]
Job - String Master
Hp - 50/50
Mana - 00/00
Strength - 8
Agility - 7
Sense - 6
Stamina - 9
Defense - 7
Body - Dexterity
Bloodline - War Lord
Title -
Affinity - String
Special Skill - [Marionettist](S), [Tyranny of Wealthy](S)
Skills - [Thread Master], [Wealthy Leader]
Spells -
{Believer of The World tree}
{Gift}(1),
Then Eshir clicks on Gift. He was delaying it till now because when he first opened the status all his attention stuck to Job making him momentarily forget that he had a gift from the Author. Then he was busy trying to remember the story. After all, he doesn't have a photographic memory and the gift can wait for later but he can't remember the thing he forgets.
Carefully observing the screen to find anything unusual which he might have not noticed previously he opened the gift box which appeared when he clicked on the gift.
'It feels like I'm unboxing my birthday present'
When he opened the gift, a picture showed up.
In the picture, there is a circle with strange symbols drawn on the pure white floor with blood. Two cut arms are lying lifelessly on the floor in the background. If Eshir has to make a lucky guess. He would guess that it was the place where his soul went when he died as Pavitr and the arm in the background is from the Spectator which was regenerating when he first met him. As for the second one, he doesn't know.
I don't think their relationship is good. I mean he can just draw it with created blood like Spectator created that birthday hat. But he still chooses to cut his arm for it. The author looks like a pretty composed person despite being a bit petty. What did Spectator do to make him this mad at him?
Eshir proceeds to read the words written beneath the picture.
[Hello Eshir Here is the ritual which will help you to use mana. This is the cheat I promise. Remember the ritual if you did anything wrong you will die...]
'Well, it's not a cheat as mana is as common as air here. But still... thanks' Eshir thanked him from the depth of his heart. Unknowingly tears fell from his eyes.
Slowly low sobbing noise filled the car. Between some convulsive gasps and mourning, some incomprehensible words echo like Whyy, Am I... *sob th.. unlucky, Why uu, etc.
Eshir's blood pressure and heart rate took an abrupt rise, hearing the crying voice. A deep sense of melancholy washed over Eshir.
No, it's not Eshir who is crying. Well... at least he not making noise. Eshir quickly wipes his wet eyes and inspects for any change in the surroundings.
He noticed that the driver didn't notice any strangeness and drove the car as usual. An eerie feeling clutched his heart. In this short time, he could only think of two possibilities. First, the driver is involved, or 2nd possibility that the strangeness is directed at only him leaving everyone nearby him unable to detect anything.
The chances of the driver being involved in this eeriness of the surroundings are not low because he was specially chosen by me for some special purpose and only underwent three oaths of not betraying or harming me in any way, not sharing any confidential information about me and if I die he will die too. So his loyalty is still unknown and there are some loopholes like he is not compelled to protect me if I'm in any danger.
Not willing to take any risk. Grabbing the hidden dagger from his sleeve. Eshir asked "Who?" was ready to attack the driver if he made a sudden move.
The driver turned his face to the side, the corner of his lips curved upward as he asked in a deep and low voice.
"Is there something I can help you with??" Eshir who almost impaired his neck with his dagger forcefully calmed himself down. It was the time when he heard a distinct voice that came from a place that he never expected.