I Will Be Unrivaled With The Skill [Sewing]! They Said It Was A Bad Skill, But With Effort, I will Make It A Hit~ - Chapter 49

Episode 49: The Strange Four

Plautia Helva was the fourth daughter of a noble family.

Though they were nobility, they were merely a distant branch of a major lineage. However, because of a certain trait unique to their family, they were occasionally summoned by the Senate for ceremonial purposes, and their history was long.

That trait was this: every girl born into the family was granted a plant-related skill.

Plautia’s older sisters had all awakened to various botanical abilities one by one.

【Growth Acceleration】 , 【Flower Divination】 , 【Tree Magic】 , and finally, Plautia’s own skill— 【Plant Gathering】 .

Their family was relatively wealthy.

Many of their relatives were involved in various plant-related industries, so they were able to put their skills to good use and prosper in their own ways.

Although their belief in the divine nature of skills was strong, their family’s philosophy was that as long as one used their skills effectively, they were free to choose their own path.

Plautia, following her instincts, decided to become an adventurer.

Plautia’s journey as an adventurer had never been smooth. However, looking back, she realized she had been quite fortunate.

Thanks to her father’s connections, she was introduced to an adventurer skilled in scouting and was able to train diligently under them.

Since she had been learning about plants since childhood, all she had to do was adapt that knowledge to suit her skill.

Her skill, 【Plant Gathering】 , had apparently been possessed by someone in the past, but it was still considered rare, which made it easier for her to achieve notable results.

Plautia’s efforts were recognized, and she was able to enroll in the Royal Adventurer Academy with excellent grades.

Yet, despite her seemingly smooth path, she had never been able to truly believe in herself.

It was said that skills were granted to match an individual’s unique qualities.

However, in Plautia’s case, she couldn’t help but feel that bloodline played a far greater role.

Even when things went well, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was simply because she had been born into a good family, rather than due to her own abilities.

She understood that she had been fortunate, yet a lingering sense of unease continued to swirl within her.

Her family praised the plant-related skills given only to women as a “blessing.” Plautia, too, felt that was likely true.

And yet… deep down, a part of her wondered if it wasn’t a “curse.”

She could never fully accept it.

These conflicting feelings had shaped the person she had become.

Three months had passed since Plautia entered the Royal Adventurer Academy.

She had been working with Seneca, Maior, and Gaia on a trial basis as a “Weekend Party,” but last week, they officially decided to form a permanent party.

Formally, this meant that Plautia and Gaia were now joining Seneca and Maior’s existing party, “Moonlit Oath.” They completed the necessary paperwork at the guild.

For the past three months, Plautia had been giving it her all—training, studying, and spending time laughing alongside her companions.

She finally felt that she had truly become an adventurer.

To put it bluntly, the three members of “Moonlit Oath” were strange.

The most incomprehensible of them all was Seneca.

Upon joining the party, Plautia and Gaia were informed that Seneca was Level 3.

Even when they were operating in the royal capital’s forest, Plautia had thought Seneca’s abilities were incredible, but apparently, she had been holding back significantly.

Lately, Seneca had been stabbing sewing pins into the ground with Maior and discussing something.

“Like this?”
“No, maybe a little more to the left?”

Completely incomprehensible.

The party leader, Maior, was also strange.

Despite being in the S-Class full of eccentrics, she was called the “common-sense person.”

In many ways, that seemed to be true.

However, Maior was an absolute training fanatic.

While Seneca seemed to immerse herself in what she needed to do, Maior seemed to relentlessly train herself.

There was a kind of severity to the way she intentionally placed herself in the harshest conditions.

Outside of training, both of them were cheerful and lively. The other students in S-Class likely had no idea how much Seneca and Maior pushed themselves every day.

In fact, they might even assume the two spent their days leisurely.

But if one observed closely, they would realize that was far from the truth.

And then, there was Gaia.

Everyone focused on how abnormally powerful her skill was.

Her magic was astonishingly strong.

However, when one thought about it rationally, the fact that she had made it this far without revealing her skill was what was truly strange.

Even if she excelled academically, this was an adventurer school that heavily emphasized practical skills. Yet, she had managed to stay in B-Class without relying on her skill.

For Plautia, who had struggled with everything she had to reach A-Class by fully utilizing her skill, that was an absurd feat.

It was true that Gaia had no particularly outstanding abilities aside from her skill.

She wasn’t adept at gathering like Plautia or Seneca, nor was she a natural leader like Maior. But Gaia was incredibly sharp.

Perhaps her experience surviving alone in harsh conditions played a role. Perhaps her dedication to studying contributed as well.

He had the composure of someone well-seasoned in real-life situations, seamlessly connecting theoretical knowledge to practical application.

Though different from Maior, she was beginning to serve as a strategist in her own way.

Her magic training had also been progressing recently, showing signs of awakening to something greater.

Plautia swung her dagger every day.

She ran.

She gathered weeds from the school grounds and idly honed her skill.

At first, she honestly thought it was too much. She even considered quitting the party with Seneca and the others.

But now, she loves these days.

The three around her were undeniably strange. Completely abnormal.

And yet, none of them called Plautia strange. No one told her she was weird.

She had always thought of herself as unusual, but being around them made her wonder if she was actually just an ordinary person.

Surprisingly, it felt comfortable.

Perhaps, without realizing it, she had been influenced by them.

The thought made her laugh.

Plautia didn’t want to be a hero, nor did she have a burning desire for adventure.

But being here, she felt like she might eventually find something she truly wanted to do.

Maybe the one who had been cursing her all along was none other than herself.

With that thought lingering in the back of her mind, Plautia swung her dagger once more.