The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start o

Enhance your vision with the magic of farsightedness. On one side, the forest, and the rest, on the land surrounded by plains, were traces of thought that it was a building. Did it burn, the majority collapse, and I see only a few foundation parts.

"... you don't see people"

If I tell you to squeal, Mr. Bell squeaked his jaw.

"Go."

"Right."

If you're unattended, there's no problem driving a magic car.

I step on the access pedal. A demonic stone planted in a pedal generates magic. Magic through the magic transmission line becomes a signal and is transmitted to the Demon Stone Engine. Following a transmission line that stretched further from there to the wheel, the tire turned and the car advanced.

The narrow road that passes in front of the ruins of the village cannot be paved but decomposed. No matter how many shock absorbers (suspensions) there are, there are limits.

It didn't take long, and the magic car came to the settlement. Mr. Bell snorted.

"This is a trail of bandits or something attacking you. And lately."

Carburized wood, scattered pot shards, traces of blood, etc. But I don't see the villagers.

"Did you escape...?

Or I can push in the unpleasant feeling that we've all been killed. Please, may there not be a pile of bodies in the middle of the village.

A magic car that slowly travels through the village. I pay attention to my surroundings.

"... don't feel your gaze in the right hand direction"

"You're here. Multiple people. Hide the fuck out."

Mr Bell agreed. When I parked my car in the middle of the village, I opened the door and got off. Mr. Bell speaks from behind.

"Are you going to get involved? They're on guard over here, aren't they?

"Well, it's only a hassle, but I don't know how to get from here to Wang Du. I want to hear from the locals."

Maybe not the other way around.

"What if you're like a bandit?

"Return!"

"Right. I thought it was stupid to say so myself."

That's why I turned my body in the direction where people were hiding - in the northwest direction where the woods were. Cohon. Adjust the magic of loudness.

"Uh, uh, those hiding there, can you hear me? I'm a traveling magician, but if I were a villager, I'd like to hear from you, so could you just come out as a representative?

but it sounded like the bush was moving, but nothing else was responding. Well, you're on guard.

'Uh, I know you're there. I don't want to shoot in magic either, so if you're a villager, come out. If you're a bandit, forgive me because I'll blow you away.'

I raise my right hand and try to form a fireball to show that I'm serious. Something that was about the size of a fist will be about the size of a ball of big balls rolling. You'll see this even a little farther.

"Ma, wait!! Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me!

Beyond the ruins, an old man halfway out of the bush. V. No, in your sixties. The top of my head is lifted, but I still have white hair around me. I know you're skinny from the beginning, but that complexion isn't very nice.

When I turn off the oversized fireball, I walk slowly towards you.

"Hello! Are you from this village?

"Oh, yeah... oh, what are you doing here?

"I'm aiming for the King's Capital, but I'm on my way."

"Aren't you a rebel?

Another man's voice came from behind the old man.

"Rebels?

Speaking of which, it's like I even heard about the settlement I stopped by before I got here.

"Was this village attacked by rebels?

"Oh, it's the rebels. No, they're gobbly. I won't do anything wrong."

The old man said with a rugged look. That eye hasn't lifted my guard yet. But I won't resist, maybe because I assumed it was for nothing. That's after I showed you an oversized fireball, so a normal person wouldn't even be willing to defy me.

"Dear traveling magician. As you can see, there's nothing more in Brute Village. Half of the villagers were killed, and many of those who fled were injured."

"Sounds like it. How many left?

"What are you going to do when you hear that?

Stay out of this. I feel the air as a bin. A few lurk behind the old man, but signs of hostility were obvious. We're irrelevant, though.

I've seen countless villages in this kind of baking during the war. Wounded there, a woman on the way, and a child figure.

"I heard there's an injured man, shall I give him a hand, if you like?

"Handling!"

The old man closes his eyes.

"Does the sorcerer have a medical mind?

"Somewhat. You can also use healing magic."

"What?"

An old man who gets a pompous look.

"You weren't a magician?

"I'm a magician."

I'll give you a sneery social smile.

"He's a magician who can attack, assist, recover, and use the entire system."

Quickly healing magic the injured. It wasn't long since all I was here were minor injuries.

"Is this healing magic!

"Wow!"

The villagers on hand scream at each other. Some seemed to have seen healing magic for the first time. Maybe it's rare around here. I think if we go to a big town, we'll have a healing magic user.

"Thank you, mage!

"No."

My cheeks unwittingly loosen in gratitude from my young daughter. I'm glad you treated me honestly.

The vigilance has faded earlier, and the villagers are also spilling a smile. That's fine. The dark atmosphere makes it darker this way.

"Dear Sorcerer, I am acquainted with your eminence! Sorry for your disrespect earlier, flat out!

An old man earlier, on his knees, bowed his head.

The villagers imitate it. No, no, he's certainly famous as Jin Amiwool in the east, but he's just a magician here, isn't he?

"I say Gin Tokitumo. As you can see, he's just a young man."

"Oh no! It's more humble of you to exercise the magic of healing without chanting."

Uh, yeah, yeah. Magic is basic, and what you chant is common sense. It's synonymous with saying that people who can use magic without chanting are high-ranking magicians. It was commonplace in the heroic age, and I used it without chanting.

"I've done it, Mr. Jin."

Mr. Bell's magic story came to me. Nishi and the black cat were laughing in the car.

'I didn't do anything unconscious! It's an accidental mistake.'

"I don't deny mistakes."

"Admittedly it was a detour"

Well, fine. It's a breeze. If you've been recognized as a high-ranking magician, let's try to act like it. It's easier to do things.

"If there are other injured people, let's see them. And what can I do for you? Perhaps we can help."

"Oh, whoa! Thanks! Thank you. Thank you!

An old man who keeps rubbing his forehead down. I touch his shoulder and make him stand.

"Are you the representative of this village?

"My name is Fidel, the village chief's brother. Dear Jin,"

It should be noted that Mr. Fidel says the village chief was killed in an earlier rebel raid. It was tough, really.