Okami Wa Nemuranai

7

"Come on, we're going in here."

Sheila caved in once.

"Terra Palm."

When Sheila cast the spell, the dim cave entrance lit up all at once.

That is a strange light.

Like the Light (Palm), it's not the light that's emitted somewhere.

Ten steps or so around Sheila's space is bright overall. I haven't even got a shadow.

"Light is the superior magic of Light. You'll be ready to use it, too. The range of light is well regulated. We're going to the back."

Sheila moved on to the rear without getting lost.

The cave descends one by one. There were several branches, but Sheila's footsteps were undisturbed.

"Right here."

With that said, Sheila took a small crane mouth out of her luggage bag and began digging the cave walls. After working on it for a while, I think I found what I was looking for.

"Okay, here it is"

I snapped a piece of the wall with my crane mouth. I picked up a chunk of rock that fell to the ground and let Lecan see it.

It is a beautiful ore of blue-green, with a mixture of glittering and golden light.

"This is going to be a very broad catalyst."

A little further into the back to dig out another ore, and further into the back to take out another ore. He then explained to Lecan the name of the ore and its proper use.

"Mine's done for what I need. Dig it for yourself, too. There's plenty of room in the box, so don't hesitate to dig it. It's tough to come back."

We've also mined Lecan, and the two of them are on their way home. With these two, we can also run through the cave, but for some reason Sheila doesn't try to. Probably for some reason.

Almost at a place called the exit, I met one guy.

Of course, I had detected beforehand, but I'm a person without magic, and I don't feel any extraordinary martial arts.

He is a fat, thin, dirty man.

The upper body is naked, with leather armor wrapped around it.

He wears trousers on his hips and boots on his legs, but they are both well torn.

You can stretch your hair and beard all you want.

He has a giant crane mouth in his hand.

"All the way down. Dear both of you. I'm in trouble if you come in on your own. This is my hole."

"Huh. I didn't know there was a owner in a mining site where the lord didn't keep the minnows. Since when does this place belong to you?"

It's been five years.

I've been using this place for over a hundred years.

"What?

"It's nothing. So, what are we gonna do?"

"Hehe. You're gonna have to pay the toll. Uh. I'll take all the tools and the ore. This light is amazing. I guess it's a much more valuable demonic prop. Woman, follow me."

What are you gonna do with me?

"Come on. If you enjoy a moment, you'll think about the rest later."

"What's a man going to do with me?

The filthy man answered Sheila's question in action. In other words, he shook up his crane mouth and tried to shake it down to Lecan. However, Sheila's spell sounded before swinging it down.

"Stiff"

Occasionally the filthy man made a move.

"Just fine. Hey. This is the" rigidity "of mental magic. In the beginning, it doesn't activate well if it's not fluttered by the opponent. And this is the" dehydration "of special magic." Dehydration "

When the thin, dirty man's body was squeezed and like an ancient tree, and he thought it had been pulled apart with a twinkle and a noise, he sanded sarcastically and fell to the ground. Crane mouths and leather armor did not become sand, but fell to the ground in their original state.

"Dehydration makes me sand like this if it's used by a fairly advanced person. But even elementary (dehydration) can be easy if you just kill the target. Even if there is magic resistance, special systems cannot be prevented. If it feels like blood is bubbling, it is possible that it is being dehydrated. At that time, don't just stand still and move around. Do you want me to take this crane mouth?

"No, I don't want it."

8

After dinner, Lekan offered Sheila a note. There, what I've been taught for the last two days is written down.

"Can you see if there's a mistake?"

"That's good. But this paper, it's not bad. Can I have one of these notebooks?

"I only have one of those books."

"Then cut me two sheets of paper"

"Never mind."

"I don't appreciate it."

While Sheila was adding her notebook, Lekan snorted off to practice "Lighting".

Make sure the lights shine a hundred more steps away.

"Yes, I did. But you. The lights are perfect. Few people can activate the lights that far away. I have to undo what I said yesterday. I'll teach you the next magic."

"Please"

"The next magic is" ignition. "I've seen it over and over in the last three days. I'll take it slow, so I'm taking a good look. Ignition."

Rekan finds himself eating magical activation.

There's nothing to catch fire on. That is just a magical event.

Lecan pointed his right index finger at the still unburnt dead leaves and cast a spell.

"Ignition."

Then the dead leaves burned.

"You made it one more success. Okay, okay. Repeat that. Activate the spell correctly, clearly recognize the object to be burned, and put the magic straight on there. Make your body remember the procedure. This magic doesn't activate unless it targets something that burns. You must remember that very well. Well, if you're advanced, you're not."

That night, and the next morning, Lecan continued his practice of "ignition" without ever getting tired of it.