Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

Chapter 75: Tactical Report

“At the time, I only thought about fire countering biological carapaces, but completely ignored the high-humidity environment of the riverbank.”

Cecilia looked at the annotations in the book, her tone filled with admiration for Lance.

“The senior was right. If I had forced the spell, the high-temperature steam produced would have instantly engulfed the entire battlefield—he would have been scalded as well.”

“He’s clearly not a caster, and there isn’t much Aether fluctuation in his body, yet his prediction of spell consequences is even more precise than mine. That’s really amazing.”

Seeing her friend’s face full of admiration, Yuna couldn’t help but feel a bit sour.

Compared to Cecilia’s day filled with challenge and gain, her own experience of standing guard outside a Goblin camp was unbearably dull.

“I’m so jealous of you…”

Yuna sighed and flopped back onto the sofa.

“Even if it’s dirtier and more tiring, at least it feels like being a real Adventurer.”

“I want to learn these things too.”She turned over and looked at Cecilia seriously. “Let’s make a deal—every night when you come back, you have to share your internship experience with me. I want to learn too!”

“Okay.”

Cecilia smiled and agreed.

Satisfied with the promise, Yuna yawned, got up, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

The room fell quiet again, leaving only the soft scratching of the feather pen on paper.

Cecilia compared her notes with the textbook, completing all the content regarding battlefield environment analysis.

Then she switched to another book.

This time, it was 《Illustrated Anatomy of Lesser Monsters》.

This kind of professional book, which recorded the physiological structures of various low-tier monsters in detail, was extremely difficult to purchase on the market. It usually circulated only among nobles or within academies.

From this, it was clear that the educational resources held by the noble class far exceeded those available to ordinary commoner adventurers.

Combining the anatomical diagrams in the book with her own observations from handling corpses that afternoon, Cecilia wrote several pages detailing the physiological weaknesses of Stone-Shell River Crabs.

After completing these foundational tasks, it was finally time for the most crucial part.

The tactical arrangement for a caster.

This was the question the senior had left for her, and also the key to proving her own value.

The girl took a deep breath and began listing on the paper all the cantrips and first-ring spells she currently mastered.

After the lesson from earlier that day, she had already deeply realized the limitations of purely pursuing damage through Evocation spells in complex environments.

After careful consideration, she firmly wrote a line on the paper.

“Abandon Evocation as the primary offense; switch to hybrid spell control.”

She continued writing:

“When facing monsters like Stone-Shell River Crabs, which have low centers of gravity, strong traction, and heavy carapaces, I will prioritize opening with the first-ring spell 【Grease】.”

“By spreading oil along their inevitable charge path, I can strip their limbs of traction.”

“These creatures charge with great momentum. A sudden loss of footing will cause large-scale side-flipping and trampling among themselves.”

“This will not only greatly reduce the blocking pressure on the front-line warriors, but more importantly, overturned crabs will expose their soft underbellies, creating excellent finishing opportunities for teammates.”

At this point, Cecilia’s thoughts became increasingly clear.

“For follow-up support, I will use the cantrip 【Ray of Frost】.”

“Although its damage is low, in a highly humid environment like the riverbank, the conduction efficiency of frost energy is greatly amplified, allowing it to effectively restrict the movement speed of stragglers.”

“Moreover, cantrips have extremely low consumption, enabling high-frequency sustained support.”

“Additionally, if an extreme situation occurs where a large number of monsters break through the front line and surge toward the backline…”

The girl’s pen did not pause in the slightest.

“I will exploit the fact that Stone-Shell River Crabs rely on eyestalk vision and use 【Color Spray】 to blind them.”

“Or use 【Minor Illusion】 to create false images, drawing them back into a controllable area for my teammates…”

As line after line of tactics filled the page, a mature and highly targeted mage tactical system took shape.

Through this process, Cecilia’s astonishing talent was evident.

Not only because she could construct such a clear tactical logic at her age,

but also because the variety and quantity of spells she listed far exceeded those of mage apprentices of the same period.

Even compared to upperclassmen at Violet Academy who had already formally advanced, she was not inferior.

Only after filling two more pages of dense writing did Cecilia reluctantly set down her pen.

Looking at the thick report on the table, a sense of unprecedented fulfillment welled up in her heart.

This made her happier than scoring full marks at the academy.

Only by truly combining theory with real combat did Cecilia suddenly realize—

there was a gap between the rigid knowledge learned in the ivory tower of the academy and real battles.

A caster should never merely stand at a distance like a fixed artillery platform, mindlessly pouring out firepower.

By understanding the real battlefield environment, using one’s knowledge to analyze the situation, and leveraging minimal cost to shift the course of battle—

this was what a true caster should be.

This was the profound realization she had gained from an entire day of internship.

Cecilia, in high spirits, carefully folded the report filled with annotations and gently placed it into the old canvas bag Lance had bought for her that day.

In the outer pocket of the bag were also the coins Lance had given her as payment during the day.

Like a little squirrel hoarding nuts, she carefully counted the coins.

In her heart, the girl secretly planned that when this internship ended, she would use the money she had earned herself to buy gifts for her aunt, her professor, and that senior.

The moment the image of Raven’s profile beneath the hood appeared in her mind, the skin on her left wrist began to faintly redden again without fail.

What was going on?

She quickly pulled up the sleeve of her silk nightdress and extended her arm under the bright magical crystal light to examine it closely.

If it could be triggered by memory alone, it didn’t seem like an infection from something dirty.

It was as if, the moment she thought of that person’s touch, her body’s cells would automatically recall and recreate that sensation.

“Tomorrow…”

“Tomorrow I have to find a chance to test it again.”

The girl was a little worried she might be sick—this would definitely affect her internship.

……

The next morning.

When Lance received that observation report several pages thick, even though he had been mentally prepared, he was still thoroughly amazed.

The level of detail was unbelievable—it didn’t look like something rushed out in just one night.

As expected of a top student from Violet Academy.

If it had been him in his previous life writing this, such a rigorously structured tactical analysis referencing numerous professional books would have been equivalent to most of a final paper.

Moreover, she had meticulously cited the sources of every referenced viewpoint in the report.

《Introduction to Environmental Evocation Studies of Athas》, 《Illustrated Anatomy of Lesser Monsters》…

All of them were clearly high-level academic works just from their titles alone.