episode_0185

When the man I was facing was a child.

The kid spoke unluckily in a castle full of demons.

-I am disabled.

-Yes, it seems.

-Why are you fighting? Do you want to be thrown in jail again?

-Oh, what should I do! If you want to fix a disability, you have to find a priest! Why are you fucking with the wizard?

-Children’s feet, damn it because it won’t be fixed! And can’t you see the holy sword? I am a hero!

The kid shouted, slamming his sword, which I don’t know where he got it from.

It was a pure white sword that felt incredibly sacred.

However, Seira did not believe that it was a holy sword.

As she was Kylie’s colleague, Seira knew very well what the Holy Sword looked like, and after Kylie’s death, the Holy Sword disappeared.

Only after seeing him cut down the demon with ease was Seira able to believe Siron’s words.

-young master!!! Be gentle!!!!!

-…A real holy sword? So you are really a hero?

-Is that so?

-No, why is a kid like you a hero?

-Stop asking. If I tell you, will you become a hero with a holy sword?

-Keep talking.

– Just as you said, a hero’s task to save the world has been given to a respectable little boy, but hey, you can’t even use mana?

-Well, what should I do then?

-What should I do? Are you going to let the world fall apart?

You should ‘use’ magic for me.

The chestnut-sized little boy said with the nuance that he wanted to be a useful tool, not a companion. However, Seira did not refuse Shiron’s request.

Seira didn’t want to let go of the string that would remember her, which she found after 500 years. Shiron also treated Seira warmly, who had a fundamentally just heart, so the two quickly became friends despite the 700-year generation gap.

Five years of traveling alone like that. Siron never once asked Seira to teach him magic.

No matter how much Seira is an idiot who just plays with power, her magic skills are real. If it weren’t for the curse, every wizard in the world would have tried it at least once to seek guidance.

But it had nothing to do with Siron. There were too many things at hand to worry about a problem that I didn’t know when would be resolved.

Still, it wasn’t that he wasn’t curious at all, and sometimes his eyes lit up whenever Seira used magic. But that’s it.

Even Seira didn’t say anything first when she saw that strange drawing of a line…

‘…I guess there was a will to solve it.’

Seeing as he took the time to transplant a dragon’s heart during the expedition, it seems he really wanted to use magic.

However, what was important now was that Siron had transplanted the dragon’s heart.

“…They transplanted the heart of Demodoras?”

“Wow, the performance was amazing. It got to 2 stars in less than a month after transplanting?”

Siron laughed and patted his chest. Even now, I can feel the sensation of jumping and circulating mana, which makes me feel refreshed.

But what was this? Seira was looking at Shiron with an expression that didn’t know whether she was happy or sad.

“Well, then… Demodoras…”

“I’m alive and well.”

Siron, who did not want to cause any unnecessary misunderstanding, interrupted Seira. However, that short answer did not resolve Seira’s misunderstanding.

“How do you transplant a heart when you’re still alive? Did they tie him up alive and cut his chest open?”

“…What a cruel bastard am I inside you?”

“No?”

“No.”

Siron wanted to put some honey balm on Seira’s head. Where on earth did the atmosphere of talking freely and taking care of people subtly go?

Siron told Seira what happened at the Heatwave Dragon’s Nest so that she would no longer misunderstand, and Seira blushed, saying she had made a misunderstanding.

“Keuhum. The dragon gave his heart for free. The kid is so lucky.”

“You didn’t get it for free, right? Since he handed over the burden to me to kill the demon god, it was a very reasonable deal. Rather, wouldn’t it be a loss for me as I would have to kill the demon within 20 years? He’ll just sleep for 20 years and see if the world is destroyed.”

“Yes, you are great.”

Seira sighed in relief while criticizing the theory.

Wizards are a people who refine the knowledge of the unknown. Therefore, even though Seira and Demodoras had an antagonistic relationship, there was a subtly flowing air of recognition for each other’s achievements.

He too was ruined overnight due to a curse, but even so, Seira had the generosity to at least pay tribute to Demodoras.

“But it’s okay! I’m the best in the world!”

And, he also had the generosity to accept a favor from someone he liked without hesitation. Seira spoke enthusiastically and promised the next day.

*

“I woke up just in time!”

The day when I begin full-scale magic classes. Seira was not wearing the nun’s uniform she usually wore, but rather a disgraceful outfit that exposed her body.

[Hero. Seira is dressed like a prostitute!]

‘Shh.’

Siron tried hard not to be conscious of what Seira was wearing. Since it is said to be a competition outfit that he has been wearing for 500 years, there is nothing to stop Shiron from wearing it.

Moreover, Seira seemed to be in a strangely good mood right now.

We should be thankful that the teacher is willing to work hard, but in the meantime, it is hesitating to criticize something as trivial as attire, no matter how poetic it may be.

“So, what magic do you want to learn? tell me anything Seira, the greatest wizard of all time, will teach you very kindly!”

“…So, what should I learn?”

Siron answered the question with a question. At first glance, it may seem like he is passing all the burden on to Seira, but this is not because Shiron is a lazy person, nor is it because he is steeped in cramming education.

No matter how possessed she is, it is Seira, not Shiron, who is the magic expert.

It was not to test Seira, who was said to be the greatest wizard of all time and a wizard who could freely manipulate 10,000 types of magic, but Shiron thought it would be right to leave the magic entirely to Seira.

“Heung. Well, I can’t help it.”

Seira swung her staff and struck the ground. Then, neat tiles began to be laid on the dirt floor of the training ground.

“If it’s true that you got to 2 stars in just one month, it’s proof that you have some level of talent. Since we’ll move forward with that as the premise, there’s no use whining about how difficult it is!”

“Okay…”

“Uh-huh, why isn’t the answer so refreshing?”

“…They say I have low blood pressure. It’s morning so my blood pressure is dropping a bit.”

Maybe I should have just learned from Demodoras. Siron could easily find himself growing more and more regretful.

Rather than saying that the lively Seira couldn’t get used to it at all, the problem was that she was only too friendly with Siron.

There was Lucia, there was Siriel, and not long ago, Hugo and Johan were able to remember Seira, but the only person Seira treated like a friend was Siron.

Even though he has become more energetic than before, he still seems to be shy.

However, Siron also felt that it was too much to say harsh words to a girl who was showing signs of improvement at best, so he decided not to pay attention to her teasing.

“Well, first, let’s find out what magic you are pursuing. Because the clearer the goal, the faster the speed of achievement.”

“Of course it’s an attack.”

The answer was quick.

“Overwhelming force. I need the strength to get rid of the enemies that stand in my way. If possible, it would be nice to have the power to kill even a demon in an instant. And it would be nice to have a defense too. To some extent, it would be nice to have a defense that not even God could dare overcome.”

Shiron blurted out what he had been thinking all along.

“Honestly, I think it’s too conscienceless to take care of both attack and defense, so it would be nice to be strong enough to kill the opponent before they even recognize me. The moment I recognize the other person, the other person dies. However, if the person you want to kill dies, you become a crazy killer, so it would be nice to have at least an appropriate starter word. If you say ‘cut in half and die’, I think it would be better to really cut in half and die.”

“…uh.”

Seira was taken aback by Shiron’s blatant desire. Siron is clearly a human being who has passed his adult years, but he speaks without any shame as a child who thinks magic is omnipotent would say.

‘Did you read a novel somewhere?’

To the extent that one thought so, the words of Poetry were taking place in a realm that was no different from fantasy. Feeling like she needed to quickly change her mind, Seira placed her hand on Shiron’s shoulder.

“You know what?”

“Why?”

“No matter how much magic is said to be a phenomenon that makes the impossible possible, such a thing is impossible.”

“Really?”

“Is that so? There is a curse that puts the opponent in a near-death state just by specifying a target, but it also has quite strict conditions.”

“…”

“If hexes are like that, how can magic be like that? There is an old book called The Standard of Magic that has been around for 500 years, and it says that mana cannot be directly involved in life. Not only me, but many scholars interpret that instant death cannot exist.”

“No, well… it’s just wishful thinking. If it doesn’t work out, it’s over.”

“But don’t be too gloomy.”

Seira patted Siron’s back, who showed signs of disappointment.

“But it doesn’t mean that there is no way.”

“What is it?”

“You just need to learn attack magic!”

Attack magic is fired at a speed that the opponent cannot perceive. That was Seira’s point.

“You have to hit it without even thinking about it or having to memorize a spell. For that, elemental magic is perfect.”

“No telekinesis?”

“My head hurts. I have to think a lot. Didn’t you see what Siriel and Lucia were doing? Even that monster-like Lucia will fall out quickly.”

“I see.”

“Okay, so choose one of the elements you like. water? Or dirt? For reference, don’t be mistaken because Meteor, which drops a huge meteorite from the sky, is a summoning spell.”

Seira swung her staff and made the elements float in the air. There were as many as 12 in number, so I had to make another choice.

“Lightning.”

Siron spoke quietly.

Did you like that answer? Seira, smiling brightly, poked Siron’s side.

“Boy, what do you know? Of course, lightning is the coolest! For your information, I also like lightning the most…”

” Now that I think about it, I don’t think lightning is that good.”

Siron changed his mind when he realized that he overlapped with Seira.

“I want to do it with fire.”

“Fire is so boring. When did the fire start? The trend these days is lightning, and even in Academic City, the school of fire magic is on the decline?”

“Why are you saying what I said I would do?”

“Lightning is the best in person-to-person combat. In addition to that, you can distract the energy coming from the top battle, and there is also a way to hit it by wrapping it around a weapon.”

“Um…”

“And how fast is it? I heard it has some similarities with the instant death you dream of?”

“Huh……”

‘I don’t want to overlap with this guy.’

Poetry’s concerns were more serious than any concerns I have had in the past 10 years.