185 – Hot Fire (1)
Back when the man I was facing was a kid.
The kid said unluckily in a castle full of demons.
– I’m disabled.
– It looks like it.
-Why are you sibini? Do you want to be put in jail again?
– Oh, what! If you want to fix the disability, you have to find a priest! Why are you f*cking with wizards?
-Ai Sitpal, it sucks because it doesn’t get fixed! And can’t you see the holy sword? I’m a warrior!
The kid shouted as he slammed the sword he didn’t know where he got it from.
It was a pure white sword with a sense of great divinity.
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.
It was only after seeing him slash the demon with ease that Seira could believe Shiron’s words.
-young master!!! Live it up!!!!!
-…A real holy sword? So are you really a warrior?
-Is that so?
– No, why is a little boy like you a warrior?
-Stop asking me. If you twist it, will you be a warrior 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.
“…You transplanted Demodoras’ heart?”
“Oh, 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 is…”
“He’s 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 can you transplant a heart when you’re alive? Did they tie you up alive and cut open your chest?”
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“…What a cruel bastard I am 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.
“Hmm. The dragon gave me his heart for free. The kid is so lucky.”
“I didn’t get it for nothing, right? It was a very reasonable deal since they passed on the burden to me to kill the demon god. If anything, wouldn’t it be a deal where I would lose money as I would have to kill the demon god within 20 years? He will sleep for 20 years and find out if the world is going to end. All you have to do is see what’s going on.”
“Yeah, you’re 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.
You should be thankful that the teacher is going to work with enthusiasm, 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.
“Huh. 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. We’ll go forward with that as the premise, so there’s no use whining about how hard it is!”
“okay…”
“Uh huh, why is the answer so cool?”
“…They say it’s because 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.
“Then first, let’s find out what magic you are pursuing. It makes sense that the clearer your goal, the faster you will achieve it.”
“After all, it’s an attack.”
The answer was quick.
“Overwhelming force. I need the power 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 also be nice to have a defense. To a certain extent, it would be nice to have a defense that not even a god would dare to 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 opponent, the opponent dies. However, if the opponent dies just because I thought I wanted to kill him, Since I’m going to be a crazy killer, it would be nice to have an appropriate starting word. If you say ‘cut in half and die,’ I think it would be better to say that it’s really cut in half and die.”
“…uh.”
Seira was taken aback by Shiron’s blatant desire. Shiron 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.
“Well, you know?”
“why?”
“No matter how much magic is said to be a phenomenon that makes the impossible possible, such a thing is impossible.”
“okay?”
“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 magic is like that, how can magic be like that? There is an old book called The Essence 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 believe that instant death is not possible. “I interpret it as impossible to 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’s not like there’s no way.”
“What?”
“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. Elemental magic is perfect for that.”
“No telekinesis?”
“My head hurts from telekinesis. I have to think a lot. Didn’t you see what Siriel and Lucia were doing? Even that monster-like Lucia goes crazy quickly.”
“is it.”
“Okay, so choose one of the elements you like. Water? Or earth? By the way, Meteor, which drops a huge meteorite from the sky, is a summoning spell, so don’t be mistaken.”
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! By the way, 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 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’m going to do?”
“Lightning is the best for versus-fighting. There are also other ways to distract the spirit and blood coming from upper-level combat, or by wrapping it around a weapon.”
“hmm…”
“And how fast is it? Does it have something in common 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.
Two magic weebs fighting intensily