No Benefits for the Reincarnated

Ten years of experience as a transmigrator—Airy.

She transmigrated into the only daughter of a Viscount family and awakened her mana, only to discover that her mana pool was as weak as a sunfish.

Airy could not forgive herself for spending three years learning something as useless as a magic spell to dry her hands, even going into debt to pay for it.

Eventually, her father passed away, and the family fell apart.

= She became a maid.

Then, thanks to the prank of a nine-year-old young master, she ended up imprisoned in the Grand Duke’s underground library.

Down there, there was a gigantic magic circle whose purpose she didn’t know, shelves of books, the same sandwiches every day, and… Airy.

“Isn’t this that thing?”

You know, the kind of miraculous opportunity that appears in stories.

Was this actually a martial-arts-meets-romance-fantasy novel? Was I the protagonist after all?

Could this be… a romance-fantasy version of a magical elixir?

= Nope. It was just a forced one-food diet.

In a corner of the bookshelf, she discovered a strange notebook.

This is a secret technique, right?

Of course, something like that wouldn’t be left lying around so obviously…

Maybe fate had prepared it to help her achieve enlightenment?

= Nope. It was simply the dark fantasy diary of a teenage boy going through puberty.

If so, think about the meaning behind all these hardships that befell Airy in the story.

‘Haha. This is fucking terrible….’

And so, an ordinary maid from Salisbury was forcibly imprisoned in a school of magic theory…

“Fuck. Once I get out of here, I’m going to sue that little brat.”

…

“No, I won’t. Just let me out, please.”