Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

Episode Eight: Smell, smell, smell.

Crave was supposed to teach me how to study magic, but it's not like he can keep up with himself either.

I'm actually quite busy because of my military work, my work as a demon mentor, my small but also my territory. For this reason, it basically took the form of having the challenge come up, while finding time to evaluate its achievements.

Arcs, who went about the challenges put out by Crave every day, but this day I was reading an old book that said something about the magic borrowed from Crave.

The purpose of this, of course, is to look for tips to increase the amount of magic.

In the man's world readings, there were many stories about magic gaining as much capacity as it used, but that doesn't work in this world. It is common sense that the capacity of a person's magic power is determined from birth, and there is no increase in whatever he or she does.

So I borrowed an old book, but Crave had also finished looking into the contents of the borrowed book, and it didn't say anything about increasing magic.

But if you're yourself with a man's memory, you might have some discovery.

... and Arcs thought that way, naturally reality wasn't so sweet.

After all, no way to increase magic was written in the book, and there was just a line of things that might not be very useful, such as what the result of manipulating magic was.

In the meantime, when you plug in at the end of the page, it says something that even Crave doesn't know.

For example, the part where Arcs is now loading the statement "work out the magic," which Crave says,

- I don't know much about this neighborhood.

Apparently.

Practice magic. Crave also obeyed the word honestly, manipulated magic in his body and tried to twist it around, but he didn't get any results-like results.

And by practicing magic, what the hell does that mean?

"Want to practice? Want to practice first?

That's how it sticks, the man's tone comes out.

Practice. Do you keep changing shapes like clay to gnaw - no, do you keep folding over and over again? Or is it the same language as in a man's country, 'smelling' when tapping metal to make solidity uniform?

I'm not sure what the word "practice" means.

"... I guess I'll try"

Speak to yourself and get to the task of practicing magic yourself.

Everything is in practice.

With regard to the manipulation of magic, he was master there when it came to manipulation because he adhered to Crave's dictum and moved it or cut it in his body every day every day.

If you think this task is also part of magic manipulation, it's not so bad.

"Neru, Neru..."

Perform the magic in your body, stirring and folding, beating (mood) over and over again.

When I continued the task of smelling even that way for a few hours, I noticed a fuss.

"... less magic?

Smelt the magic, but it seems to be consumed. It is also a strange story that it is consumed simply by moving it in the body, but there was certainly less magic than it had initially begun to smell.

"... I think I'll try to work out more"

Is this any consequence as well? Then we may find something. Based on such expectations that I wish I could find him, I worked in the smelting of magic in my body.

.................. though.

"Oh, no, no, no. Too much..."

I tried it until I got on track and had a little magic, and the magic, which was about as warm as warm water, got hot as hot water.

Besides, even if you try to move it in your body, it's hard to move it the way you want. Something that has been so light has suddenly become heavy.

… release.

"No, no, no, no. You can't do bad things in your room..."

If you release the magic as it is, the waves wind up because of resistance. So if you release this unknown magic indoors, it could blow up what's in the room.

But if you don't release it, this magic won't go away. But if we don't release it, it'll stay like this forever.

Is this okay? Anxiety grows.

".................. yeah. All right, we'll think about it later."

Dangerous materials that I had made in my body turned right once I decided to put them on hold.

In the first place, magic never feels its fever unless it is conscious.

Leave it alone and it will cool off.... I hope it cools down.

"Well, whatever's so easy, it's not going to work..."

When it comes to magic, it's been studied for decades and centuries before I was born.

With a little thought of a child, there's no way they'll discover something new that hasn't happened before.

Moreover, the increase in the amount of magic is one of the propositions of the Magic Instructor. It would be stranger to find them easily.

While thinking that way, when I left the room with the guide book, I bowled it in with Joshua, folding badly.

You are exposed to cold gaze and your body becomes stiff.

... Joshua got cold in circles after he started getting magic guides from Crave.

After all, I guess there is a certainty between them that cannot be expressed in a word. In time, I even joined my obscure self, so my hatred doubled, and no, it only tripled.

Joshua's gaze pours into the guide he had.

"Hmm... a magic study"

"Yes."

In a pale affirmation, Joshua tongues abominably.

And

"I'm not going to go back and get you just because I've studied!

"I'm not going to be a trace of the Laceft family from the beginning."

"Oh, you can't overshadow the amount of magic you teach your brother!

"The advantages and disadvantages of being a magician are not determined solely by the amount of magic"

Keep calmly returning against the wrath you can bump into.

In the meantime, I was suddenly struck in the face.

"Gu......"

Apparently, he was beaten. If I noticed, it was blowing up to the hallway wall. It tastes like blood. Looks like I cut my mouth off.

"He's an abominable kid..."

Joshua throws up like that with anger.

To such an appearance, anger springs more than the sorrow that no longer comes from the love of parents and children.

I didn't know you could wield unreasonable violence so far on your son who divided the blood.

As he leaned down and endured, Joshua eventually lost interest or left the spot.

As he stood up holding down where he had been beaten, he noticed Riesha showing her face from the corner of the fudge hallway.

Were you watching a series of exchanges? I'm shaking my eyes anxiously.

"To..."

"Riesha."

Calling, Riesha rushes over, paying attention to her surroundings.

"Are you kidding me?

"I'm fine with this. It doesn't matter."

When she smiled at Riesha and appealed to her to be safe, Riesha dropped her shoulders and leaned down.

"... sorry"

"Why would Risha apologize?

"Because of me, I was hit..."

Risha seems to be mistaken about something.

I'm still going to cry, and I'm shaking my shoulders.

"Reesha, it's not because of Reesha that I'm seeing this."

"But, but... because I am left behind, so"

Or is that it? Has it occurred to you that Risha is being made to see this because she had more magic than herself?

"That's not true. I'm sorry I didn't have enough magic."

"I don't feel bad about you! It's not terrible!

Risha screams.

Eventually, she lost her temper and cried out on the spot.

If you follow Risha until she calms down, eventually she hisses, hissing and squirming.

"I want to be like you, all of us. I want to be with you..."

"... right. I wish I could."

But that's impossible anymore.

My relationship with my parents has already broken to an irreparable state.

Risha's right, the family better get along. Even in a man's life, his parents had a fight when he was a kid. At that time, it still made me feel like Reesha was having a hard time.

The kid wants his parents to get along, and he wants them to be nice.

And it's all because of that parent that such a small wish never comes true. I'm making Risha cry like this right now because those parents are the kind of people who can only find the value of their children in their talents.

When I think about it, my anger, it boils down to two.

Raw in return, etc. We need to settle this properly someday.

Yes - we have to do it decisively and thoroughly enough to wipe the Laceft family out of the world.

"... to..."

"Look, stop crying now. Because I'll play for you."

"... okay?

"Fine, fine, fine."

That's what I said, pull Reesha's hand and go back to her room.

Playing with her for a while, she said,

"Occasionally - can I come to your navel?

"Don't let your father and mother find you."

"Yeah!"