I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 69

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In a far corner, there was a pulley currently undergoing maintenance.
Isabel first visualized the image in her mind, then demonstrated it in practice.
‘By drawing up mana.’
An electric bicycle.
An electric bicycle.
An electric bicycle.
I solidified the image in my mind and integrated magitech engineering knowledge.
‘Once I apply this magical formula I’ve created to the pulley… there we go!’
Language inscribed in mana. The magical formula was carved into the pulley.
“You promised you wouldn’t laugh, right?”
“Yes, of course.”
Hector, who normally took great interest in magitech engineering, pulled the pulley’s rope.
‘Oof!’
He was startled.
He’d only given it a gentle tug, but it pulled far more than expected.
“Whoa!”
An external force acted powerfully, causing the pulley to move on its own.
The rope was pulled so fast and forcefully that Hector fell flat on his backside.
Hector sat on the ground, staring blankly at the pulley.
“A-are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
“Try to get up.”
“Yes, I’ll… ugh, my tailbone!”
He’d sustained a minor injury, but he managed to stand up nonetheless.
“Since this was my first time, I didn’t control my mana output properly. I’m sorry.”
“…Is this really something to apologize for?”
I’d actually inscribed a magical formula onto the pulley.
No mage in the world would use magic for such menial work.
Most mages considered magic to be a noble discipline and refused to use it on construction sites like this.
“Yes. If I don’t control my mana output value properly, my teacher will scold me. And when she does scold me, she’s incredibly frightening about it.”
“…I see.”
“I think it’ll be perfect after a few practice attempts. Would it be alright if I practiced a bit?”
“Of course. Naturally.”
Eventually, Isabel was able to find the appropriate output value.
Isabel broke into a bright smile without realizing it.
‘Wow, I just learned something new!’
Isabel was currently wearing a ring that changed her appearance.
Instead of the necklace crafted by Hirden, the dwarven magitech master, I was wearing an artifact that was relatively easy to obtain on the market.
Since it was difficult to call it a luxury item, the person wearing it had to know how to handle magic themselves.
One had to continuously channel and control a certain amount of mana, and this proved to be excellent practice for Isabel.
‘By dividing my attention this way while manifesting magic, it’s become so much more refined, hasn’t it?’
Normally, my mana was too wild and uncontrolled, which had been a constant worry. But by handling mana this way, I could achieve far more delicate and precise control.
With this, both Biatone and Karin would surely praise me.
Isabel felt a swell of pride and couldn’t help but murmur to herself.
“I’ll definitely get praised for this, hehe.”
Now came the real test.
I stood before the volunteers and workers who were laboring.
“Alright everyone, let’s pause for a moment. Our Mage here will be helping you.”
“Pardon? What do you mean?”
“Where’s the Mage?”
The people didn’t think Isabel was a Mage.
How could someone so young be a Mage? Perhaps a Mage apprentice, but not an actual Mage.
“Right here—this young lady. She is the daughter of Viscount Villorian.”
“Come on, Hector. Don’t joke around like that. That’s not funny.”
“You’ll see whether it’s a joke or not.”
The workers stepped back from the pulley for a moment.
They regarded Isabel with equal parts curiosity and skepticism.
My heart pounded in my chest.
‘All their attention is pouring down on me, isn’t it?’
As their gazes focused on me, I felt a bit embarrassed, but also strangely pleased.
‘What’s wrong with me? I really do love attention.’
Isabel stepped forward.
‘I just need to do it the same way as before.’
I’d practiced several times, so I was confident I could do it well.
“Let me show you right now!”
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I generated rotational force in the fixed pulley.
I could see the people pulling the pulley jump in surprise.
“Huh? It really got lighter?”
“It’s actually light!”
Everyone’s attention turned to me.
They gazed at me with genuine amazement.
“Are you really a Mage?”
“Did you use transformation magic on your appearance?”
Questions poured in relentlessly, leaving me a bit flustered.
I wasn’t sure how to respond, but fortunately Hector stepped in to settle things.
“Now, now, don’t bombard the Mage with questions like that. It’s rude, rude. Just because she looks young, that doesn’t mean you should be so discourteous, does it?”
At those words, the people fell silent.
From this alone, I could tell what status Mages held in this world.
In the silence that followed, several people bowed their heads to me in gratitude.
And thinking that was correct, many people said, “Thank you.”
“No, I’m glad it helped.”
The people began pulling the pulley ropes.
As the heavy object was pulled with surprising ease, I could see vitality returning to their faces.
My magic seemed to have been truly invaluable.
Oh no. I really did end up being helpful.
How exhilarating.
I grew a bit excited and spoke faster.
“Foreman. If I keep casting rotation magic on the pulleys, it should work. How many pulleys are there in total?”
“About 16… sir.”
“Then we’ll be done in no time!”
“Done in no time, you say?”
“Yes. I’ll do it quickly. Then give me other work too.”
“Other work… you say? After casting magic on all 16 pulleys?”
“Yes. It’s not particularly difficult work.”
“Not particularly… difficult, you say?”
I was serious.
I cast rotation magic on all 16 pulleys.
“You really… did it so quickly?”
Hector seemed to find me truly remarkable.
‘Well, it’s not every day one sees mages, so I suppose that’s understandable.’
I simply thought it that way.
I didn’t think I was particularly impressive.
Then, I discovered something.
“Foreman! There’s work I’d like to do too.”
Upon hearing my words, Hector’s face went blank.
“Are you serious?”
“Of course!”
“If that’s what you wish… but why would a mage….”
With permission granted, I ran toward a work site.
Several people were hammering and shoveling.
‘Shoveling! I’ve always wanted to try that!’
I had never done it once in my life.
The foreman taught me how to shovel properly.
‘Ah, it’s not such a difficult motion after all!’
With my heart pounding with excitement, I began to shovel.
It was something I could never have imagined in my past life. Being able to shovel under the blazing sun was something only possible for healthy people.
Thunk!
The shovel buried itself in the earth.
“Heave.”
I unearthed a clump of soil.
Oh, this is more fun than I expected. It’s like playing in the dirt.
“Heave!”
The Foreman looked at me with concern and spoke.
“You’ve never used a shovel before, have you?”
“No, this is my first time.”
“Please don’t overexert yourself. It’s harder work than it seems, and you could hurt yourself in various places.”
“I understand. I’ll be careful.”
That’s what I said, but my seven-year-old body couldn’t hold back my enthusiasm.
For a seven-year-old, playing in the dirt was an absolutely delightful activity.
My pride was a bit wounded, but I was having far too much fun with this shoveling.
Ordinary children would play with dirt using their hands, but since I possessed a Villorian body, I was doing it with a shovel instead—the essence was fundamentally the same.
“…You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“Yes, I am.”
“What could possibly be so enjoyable about this?”
“Well, I can move my body without pain, you see. Even though I’m breathing so heavily, my chest doesn’t hurt at all. Even after being in the sun this long, I haven’t collapsed! Hehe”
“But that’s something anyone can do…”
The Mister trailed off.
For some reason, he gazed at me with a moved expression, but absorbed in my dirt play, I decided not to pay much attention.
“…Your Highness truly seems to be enjoying this volunteer work.”
“Yes, it’s fun.”
“To think the Princess possesses such a noble spirit…”
I continued shoveling without heeding the Mister’s words.
When I got absorbed in something enjoyable, I naturally stopped listening to others.
After a while, my throat parched, I gulped down cold water greedily.
‘Wow, that’s refreshing.’
Ding—
My head ached slightly.
‘Ugh!’
So this is what cold water tastes like after playing. I’d heard that eating something cold suddenly makes your head throb, and this must be it!
I had discovered something new.
Growl—
My stomach began to rumble with hunger.
‘I feel great.’
This sensation was entirely new to me.
The experience of moving my body freely and becoming hungry was, without question, the most exhilarating experience of my life.
And such exhilarating experiences inevitably came with consequences.
“Ugh…”
That night, I came down with body aches.
I had used muscles I rarely employed far too much, and I had been reckless, trusting too much in my Villorian body.
‘I think I pushed myself too hard all of a sudden.’
I had forsaken most of the privileges afforded to me as the Princess when I came to this place, but I still slept within the palace walls.
Rahela had—she never actually asked me to call her “sister,” but I decided to do so when referring to her privately—specifically requested that I do so.
‘But….’
Rain was falling at that very moment.
Patter- patter-
Fat raindrops drummed against the windowpane.
Suddenly, I found myself gripped by a terrible fear.
‘It hurts.’
Rationally, I knew this was merely a simple cold.
Since this body was so robust, a few days of proper rest and nourishment would see me recovered in no time.
Yet this was not so simple a matter.
‘I’m scared.’
Suddenly, my entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Those horrific experiences from my past life seemed to flood into my room.
The wind blowing outside seemed to whisper to me.
You must be sick. You were always a sickly child.
Wake up from this dream.
Your life now is just a dream. You must return.
Once that thought seized me, I became so frightened that tears spilled forth.
‘I don’t want to sleep.’
If I fell asleep here, I feared I would find myself back in that hospital room.
My body shook with chills, and with each passing moment, the fear grew more intense.
‘I’m scared.’
I wished someone would be beside me.
I wished someone would chase away these frightening thoughts.
Please. Someone help me.
‘Please… someone hold me.’
Fearing that large, dark hands would swallow me whole, I buried myself beneath the blankets.
Then, someone embraced me tightly.
A sweet honey scent enveloped me.

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