Today was the second day at the guild school, and because of a certain someone, I hadn’t trained properly all week.And my entire body also felt sore.Turns out getting beaten up by a chicken wasn’t just humiliating, it was also painful.“Why aren’t you eating?” Grace asked.I nearly nodded off at the table before forcing my eyes open again.“I’m just a little sleepy, Mother,” I said as I picked up my spoon and continued eating the soup.Honestly… I missed food from Earth.Especially instant noodles.It was probably weird for someone surrounded by fresh fantasy-world cuisine to crave cheap instant noodles, but what could I do? I had been addicted to them in my previous life.And if I was being honest, most food here just didn’t taste as good as the stuff back on Earth.Of course, there was no way I could actually say that aloud.Imagine telling your loving mother that her cooking lost to convenience-store ramen.That sounded like the fastest route to never being fed again.Being a filial son was not easy.Sniff.Sniff.I had been smelling something strange ever since I woke up.It was faint, but my sense of smell had become unusually sharp ever since I started training my mana. Sometimes it felt sensitive enough to pick up scents normal people couldn’t notice.“Mom, can you smell that?”Grace tilted her head slightly.“Smell what?” she asked.I frowned."…Never mind."After breakfast, I left the house with Father.For some reason, the old man looked ridiculously happy today. There was a huge grin plastered across his face like he had just won the lottery.What the hell was he smiling about?Seriously, what a weirdo.---Nothing much had changed in the classroom compared to last week. Just like before, no one paid any attention to me, and not a single person tried to start a conversation. (...)