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“Gogos~”

The master screamed.

The teacher approaches the plant zombie that has turned into a stop-stop in Gogos, stomping his feet.

Restless hands gathered the grass that had formed a gogos.

“I raised this child with great care.”

“… Master?”

“It’s okay, Risir. Gogos will understand. The child who came from the earth just returned to the earth.”

“Ah. Yes. I’m sorry, Senior Gogos. Please be in the arms of the Lord of Plants, and may you rest in peace in the plant paradise… Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to say-”

I picked up the seed from the remains of Gogos and spoke to the Master who was facing me.

“Isn’t this what the master did?”

“Of course not. Why would I intentionally harm Gogos?”

“I thought you were trying to cheer me up.”

The Master examined the Gogos seeds for a while and then said.

“Rishir? My disciple.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Just that. Want to do it again?”

The Master has once again ministered to the plant zombies.

There were twice as many vines dancing as before.

The vine bread was also much more solid, almost to the point where it looked like a tree.

“…Master?”

Our Gogos senior.

It seems like he’s a cutie in that industry.

A giant plant with many arms on its body like a tree with branches spread out appeared before me.

The guy didn’t move like Gogos.

I just stood there still.

The original intention of assisting swordsmanship training has quickly faded.

Teacher, our class is currently working on addition and subtraction.

What is calculus? Where are the numbers and what are these squiggles? This is English.

“Master. By the way, what I just did was just swinging my sword. It’s embarrassing to even call it swordsmanship.”

“Yeah. It looks like that?”

wound.

“But Master, will I ever have to fight these guys with a sword in the near future?”

“This child is called Mummum.”

“Oh my. Gap moe.”

The master had already lost sight of his original goal of improving his swordsmanship skills through practical experience.

The Master’s silver eyes were watching me, not my swordsmanship.

I really don’t know.

Let whatever happens be.

He swings his sword with all his might once again.

The plant giant didn’t move at all.

Mummum. If you do that, what will happen to my reputation?

I just miss my senior Gogos who used to blow me up.

“I’m sorry, Master. I couldn’t finish Mumu.”

“What a horrible thing to say.”

The master went to Mumu and checked on her condition.

oh.

Oh my, oh my, oh my.

The teacher, who had finished confirming while making that sound repeatedly, expressed surprise by covering his mouth with his fingertips.

“Duran?”

“That’s not the problem right now.”

“Our disciple. It seems like he was born with a unique color?”

A strange expression. Sparkling eyes.

It was the expression of the teacher and the book.

Books have no faces, but having spent many years with Mr. Duran, I could tell.

“That, Master?”

“Huh? My own disciple.”

What is the status of the title?

“What is a unique color?”

“A unique color means that the mana has its own unique properties and influences.”

“A unique trait? Is it like the moving plant I just encountered?”

The teacher shook his head.

“No. It’s just a branch of magic. Anyone who learns the same magic can do the same thing. There may be slight differences depending on the specific factors.”

“Then what happens if someone with a unique color learns that magic?”

“Can I give you an example?”

A title of ‘Star’ given to a great wizard who has achieved a historical position.

The Master mentioned the great sage of the Red Tower, a star of ashes.

“His natural color is ‘combustion’. What if he learned the same magic as me and could use walking grass?”

“Are you sure you’re going to be a Hwal Hwal?”

“That’s right. You’ll be able to see the spectacle of living, moving plants on fire.”

“Then what happens if that person, the Ash Star, uses water magic?”

The master gestured toward the training ground floor.

The dry ground gradually became wet, and soon a small puddle was formed.

“This much water in a place without water…!”

The teacher scooped up some water from the puddle with his hand and sprinkled it on my hands.

“How is it?”

“Ahhh.”

“Is it just plain water with no special features?”

“Yeah. It’s just plain water with no special features. It’s magic that creates such plain water in the first place. Since I don’t have my own color, the result is the same as the original. But what would happen if Ash Star used this magic?”

“Is that water that burns everything it touches…? Like boiling oil, or lava.”

“Yeah. That’s right.”

“Uh… Is there some kind of magic that creates lava?”

“I wonder what would happen if the Ash Star used it? Maybe it would produce much hotter lava that doesn’t cool down for a long time?”

Unique colors impart and sometimes strengthen properties.

Thanks to this, magicians born with a unique color demonstrate distinct strengths in certain magic, and sometimes even create new magic that did not exist before.

“As such, it is said that a unique color is a blessing for a wizard. Unfortunately, only a very small number of wizards are born with a unique color.”

“…”

After the unique color lecture, I looked down at my hands.

“So you’re saying that my bastard grade was upgraded from B- to S+?”

The teacher smiled and said it was funny.

“Oh my. Stay calm.”

“Is that so? How should I react?”

“If it was Duran, he would have rolled around on the floor and screamed?”

“What about the teacher?”

“Me? Hmm. Well.”

The teacher looked lost in thought for a moment, his face filled with pleasant imagination.

“If it was the kind of unique color I wanted, I probably wouldn’t have been so excited that I couldn’t sleep for days?”

“What kind of unique color do you want…?”

By the way, what is my natural color?

I am such a cold-hearted bastard.

Instead of being happy that a trait has appeared, you worry about the possibility that it might be a dud.

As if reading my question, the Master showed me the Gogos seeds he had just collected.

“Rishir. What do these seeds look like?”

“Isn’t that the core of Gogos? The walking grass. But it looks surprisingly ordinary?”

“Now come here and see this too?”

Between the gaps in the body of the plant giant made of vines, a seed located at its center could be seen.

Judging by the shape and size alone, it was the same seed as Gogos.

But that state.

The roots were intertwined on the surface of the seed and pulsated like blood vessels.

Is there a difference between being alive and being dead?

“It’s not because Muumum is alive.”

“Yes?”

As if reading my thoughts, the Master spoke.

“Originally, Gogos’s seed should have been like this. Even if Gogos’s body was destroyed, the magic contained in the core and its traces would remain. However, Gogos’s body was destroyed, and even his core was destroyed- no. Should we call this destroyed? ”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The Master tapped his lips with his fingertips, his eyes closed.

When our teacher does it, it’s like a mysterious magic that calls out memories from deep within by knocking.

After a while, the teacher says, waving his finger in an adorable manner.

“Yeah~ Restore. Let’s say it’s restored.”

“Restore?”

“Yeah. This core wasn’t destroyed. It was restored to its normal state before the magic was applied. ”

“To normal…Normalization…”

“Normalization? Oh, that sounds good. That’s a perfect expression, isn’t it?”

The teacher claps his hands in agreement with the words that were said without thinking.

Bad. That word. I don’t know why, but it doesn’t sound good.

“No, Master. Let’s just keep calling it restoration.”

“No. I think Rishir’s expression is more accurate. As Rishir said, Gogos’s seed was normalized by Rishir’s unique color. If Rishir’s power was enough, wouldn’t Muumum have become the same? ”

“Uh… So my original color is restoration?”

“It’s still too early to say for sure. It could be extinction, or conditional destruction. That’s why the general expression “normalization” is even more appropriate. ”

“Is this why I wasn’t affected by the Master’s cognitive impairment spell?”

Clap clap clap clap.

“Yeah. Yeah. That happened too. Lisir was under a cognitive impairment spell, but he quickly returned to normal.”

“Master, please… restore…”

“Oh my. Oh my. It seems like my disciple, Risir, really is the owner of a unique color.”

“Then am I the first to recognize my disciple’s true value?”

“The so-called normalization of the contract? It’s my disciple’s unique color.”

“…”

The dark elf and the book were excited for a while, repeating certain words.

***

The head of the Bendel Mansion’s main building’s office.

There, at the window overlooking Heyern, stood someone other than the Bendel family.

“What a beautiful place. Heyjern.”

She was the head of the Diltan family, the ruler of Diltan Territory, adjacent to Bendel Territory.

Her reception was very quiet.

Also, I will return immediately after the conversation ends, without any entertainment.

Because the Diltans were a family that had been in conflict with Bendel for a long time due to geographical issues.

But I think that will be the last day of that.

”Are you sure it’s okay?”

Bendel asked with a dubious expression.

“I think you already know, but that guy-“

“How could I not know about my daughter’s business?”

“… ”

”Duke Bendel must also know about our daughter’s affairs, since it is his family’s business.”

The head of the Diltan family takes his eyes off the window.

She let out a deep sigh.

“I also don’t feel like marrying my daughter to a half-assed Bendel.”

Bendel did not take those words as an insult.

Dintal didn’t consider it an insult either.

To a people of such noble and orthodox bloodline as theirs, an illegitimate child was something of a thing.

“I just hope this will be the knot that connects our two families.”

“Okay.”

Only one of the parties.

It was the moment when his engagement was brought up without even Rishir knowing.

“…”

Dilthan barely managed to hide his disappointment as he looked at his daughter sitting across from Bendel.

She was a girl who looked as fragile and harmless as a dandelion before her hair turned white.

“This isn’t a dream, is it? Risir is my husband…”

She smiled like a sunflower at the two heads of households mentioning engagement.