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I groaned, staring blankly up at the heavy wooden beams of the ceiling.
Another sleepless night, I thought, rubbing the exhaustion out of my eyes. My entire body ached, a deep, bruised soreness that settled right into the bone.
I rolled over on the fur pelt mattress, taking in the dim, early morning light filtering through the windows of my new bedroom. Breezehome.
It was kind of ironic. In the actual game, you had to scrounge up five thousand gold pieces just to buy the deed to this place, and that didn't even include the furniture. But reality was a little more generous.
Jarl Balgruuf had simply handed me the keys as a personal gift for saving Whiterun from Mirmulnir. Being a Thane came with some serious perks.
Not only did I have a roof over my head, but half the merchants in the market district were suddenly giving me massive discounts on their stock just to say they did business with the Dragonborn.
It was a good thing I had the house, too, because my second morning in Whiterun had brought some very unexpected guests.
I hadn't needed to climb the seven thousand steps to High Hrothgar. Two Greybeards had actually come down the mountain to find me.
Apparently, when they sensed the dragon's presence from the Throat of the World, they assumed the beast was going to raze the hold.
The masters had sent two monks down to deal with it, believing the Greybeards were the only ones capable of fighting a dragon without a Dragonborn.
But when they arrived and heard rumors that a boy had absorbed the dragon's soul in the western plains... they tracked me straight to Breezehome.
They taught me the Way of the Voice right in my living room. Thanks to the Gamer system, I absorbed their teachings instantly. Within a single morning, I upgraded [Unrelenting Force]from Grade 1 all the way to Grade 3, and unlocked the first word of [Whirlwind Sprint].
The two old monks had looked absolutely flabbergasted. They muttered something about how it took them decades to master a single syllable, while I was casually shouting plates off my own dining table.
They asked me to return to High Hrothgar with them to meet Arngeir, but I respectfully declined. I had my own grinding to do. They accepted my decision, bowing deeply, and headed back up the mountain the next day.
Since then, my life had been a blur of steel and sweat.
Farkas had dragged me into the training yard behind Jorrvaskr and introduced me to Athis, a Dunmer Companion who specialized in sword and board combat.
At first, I was completely hesitant about using a shield. I figured a free hand for Destruction magic or a Bound Sword was way more optimal.
Athis just smirked and tossed me a heavy banded iron shield. "Try it," he had said. "You move fast, Shiro, but you can't dodge everything. Especially arrows."
He was right. After a grueling few hours of Athis bashing me around, I realized the absolute tactical advantage of a shield. It allowed me to close the gap against archers without getting skewered, and it absorbed the kinetic shock of two-handed warhammers that would have otherwise broken my arms.
For the last two days, Farkas and Athis had been drilling me non-stop.
Through it all, Leonidas had remained surprisingly quiet in my head. The ancient dragon only chimed in a few times with some genuinely solid advice.
"Push your physical vessel to its absolute limit in this realm," Leonidas had rumbled in my mind while I was doing pushups in the mud. "Buy every spell tome you can afford. Do not waste time practicing the magic here. You can refine your spellcasting while you are sitting in that dreadfully boring human school back in your world."
It made perfect sense. Farm the physical stats and items here, study the magic back in Kuoh.
I let out a heavy sigh, shifting under the thick blankets. My house was moderately decorated, I had an Alchemy lab in the corner and a small Enchanting table, but I hadn't had the time to actually use them. Between the training and buying spellbooks, I was basically broke again.
I glanced toward the window. The sky outside was still pitch black. The sun wouldn't be up for at least another hour.
Then I remembered what today was.
Yesterday, Kodlak had pulled Farkas aside and handed him a special, early-morning contract. Farkas immediately turned around and told me I was coming with him. Because you don't say no to a giant werewolf who just spent two days teaching you how to fight, I was roped into it.
I groaned, pulling the heavy fur blanket right over my head. I am not getting out of bed yet.
Heavy footsteps echoed softly on the wooden stairs leading up to the loft.
I froze, keeping my breathing completely even. An intruder? I silently pushed mana into my right hand, ready to summon a Bound Sword under the blankets.
"Wake up, my Thane. It's time to get up."
I peeked out from under the fur.
Standing near the edge of the bed was Lydia. She wasn't wearing her usual clanking steel armor. Instead, she had changed into a simple, belted green dress, the kind of modest, comfortable clothing you'd see on normal merchants like Ysolda in the market. It actually complemented her figure surprisingly well.
Ever since we moved into the house, Lydia had taken her title as Housecarl to the absolute extreme. Since I was busy getting beat up by the Companions, the house was a dusty mess. Lydia had immediately taken it upon herself to clean, organize, and manage the place. I tried to stop her the first day, telling her she was a warrior, not a maid. She just looked at me like I was crazy and said it was her sworn duty to maintain her Thane's household. I stopped arguing after that.
Right now, she was holding a wooden tray with a plate of sliced bread, cheese, and a cup of water.
"Five more minutes, Lydia," I mumbled, pulling the blanket back over my face and turning away.
I heard the soft clack of the wooden tray being set down on the bedside table.
Whoosh… THWACK!
A violent gust of wind hit my face as the heavy steel blade of a battleaxe buried itself three inches deep into the wooden headboard. The razor-sharp edge of the metal was exactly one inch away from my left ear.
I practically teleported out of the bed. I scrambled backward, my heart hammering against my ribs, and grabbed the haft of the axe to make sure she couldn't pull it back for a second swing.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled, my hair standing on end.
Lydia calmly let go of the axe handle. She reached over to the nightstand, picked up the plate of cheese and bread, and held it out to me with a completely blank expression.
"You asked me to wake you up at this exact time, my Thane," Lydia said, her tone perfectly even. "You specifically told me, and I quote: 'Wake me up any way possible, so long as I am out of bed before sunrise.'"
She offered the plate a little closer. "Your words, my Thane. Not mine."
I just stared at her, my mouth slightly open in pure disbelief. I looked at the heavy steel axe embedded in my bed frame, then back at her perfectly stoic face.
Right, I thought, letting out a long, exhausted breath. I had learned a lot of things about Skyrim over the last few days, but the most important lesson was this: Nords take things way, way too literally.
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