Born in Another World With Two E Rank Skills!?

Mira still clutched the Resonance Bloom to her chest, cheeks pink, eyes flickering with emotion. Kael stood beside her, looking anywhere but at her face, ears redder than his blush.

From a few paces away, a familiar voice cut through the moment like a blade.

"Well, well," Mira's father drawled, arms crossed and a lopsided grin on his face. "Should I be preparing for wedding bells already?"

Kael practically jumped. Mira let out a mortified squeak.

"Father!" she hissed, spinning around to glare at him.

The man just laughed. "I'm just saying, if this boy's going to go around charming girls with magic flowers and promises, I expect a proper dowry."

Kael turned even redder. "I—it's not like that! I just thought—"

Before he could finish, Mira's mother appeared and gave her husband a sharp elbow to the ribs. "Let them be," she said with an amused sigh. "You were even worse when you were courting me."

Mira's father coughed, pretending he hadn't just winced, and raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. I'll stop."

The embarrassment slowly faded as the party gathered together, sharing laughter, quiet conversation, and food salvaged from what little remained of the stores. But the damage from the battle had taken its toll—many homes had been destroyed, and there simply weren't enough beds to go around.

As night fell and people began to settle in makeshift arrangements, Kael stood up, an idea forming.

"Wait here," he said, walking toward the edge of the village where the ground was level and undisturbed.

He reached down, placed his hand against the soil, and focused. Minor Teleport. He didn't move objects this time—he removed them. One foot of dirt, then two, carved away cleanly and sent above in a pile. With careful thought and a growing sense of control, Kael hollowed out chambers beneath the surface. Shelters.

He moved quickly, instinct guiding him. Within an hour, he had shaped a dozen modest but stable underground rooms, each one tall enough to stand in, with walls smooth and arched. Air vents followed. Small ramps, not ladders. It was functional. Cozy.

When he returned, Dalen and Balen were both watching with wide eyes.

"You made how many?" Dalen asked, glancing toward the openings like he couldn't believe it.

"Twelve," Kael said. "Maybe more if needed. It's not hard if I focus."

Balen nodded slowly, expression unreadable. "You made them… underground. Why?"

"Temperature," Kael said simply. "They'll stay cooler in summer, warmer in the winter. It's basic thermodynamics."

Dalen gave him a long look. "You make 'basic' sound like wizardry."

Kael chuckled. "Tomorrow, I'll teleport in some boulders and shape them into fireplaces for warmth. I want to see if I can direct heat through specific points."

"Do you ever stop thinking?" Balen asked, but there was no criticism in his tone—only respect.

Kael smiled faintly. "Not really."

As the villagers settled into their new subterranean shelters, comforted by the surprising stability and coolness, Kael lay back under the stars for a moment longer, thoughts already moving ahead to what else he could create.