A NEET’s Guide to the Parallel World: Healer, the Strongest Cheat?

Qatar was a small town surrounded by deserts and dunes.

Speaking of neighboring towns, beside the college is just a cluttered plain, not a desert zone.

Well, you can think of it as a bird dune.

They needed about eight ingredients for Patrick's long-awaited spiritual summons, and said the buyout would take a while.

I was coming to a tavern in a hurry.

"Excuse me, can I have one recommendation?

"Then it's Kenji's whiskey."

"What, Kenji?

"Oh, it's 5,000 lions a glass. I came all the way out here because you said you'd recommend it, don't you want a drink?

Totally boiled down.

This place wasn't like Razhausen.

We should have been more vigilant.

But you can try it.

Although the price is high.

Grab a sip of whiskey poured into something like a wine glass...

"- It's delicious!

"Naturally. Whatever it is, it's Kenzi's whiskey."

"What are you talking about, Kenji?"

"What, you don't know? Kenji whiskey. Well, Kenji made it, so that's what we call it. Anything from the country of play. I don't know the details, but it seems to be whiskey made using a playcountry-born distillation method. Sometimes you come in here in other booze."

It's strange because wholesale (grate) vendors say they don't know anything.

Well, whatever tastes good.

"Master, give me the same thing as him."

"Yes!

I see a shadow in the next seat.

"Will you excuse me?

"Go ahead..."

A man took his seat.

That was someone with long dark green hair.

Its white skin, which even feels cold, has a strange atmosphere that is difficult to describe.

"Oh, you're a student."

Asked in a sweet cryogenic voice. Apparently, I saw the uniform through the gap in the robe.

"Yes."

"Right. Youth is an illusion, you should enjoy it now"

I hid my uniform, but this place was different and I didn't have to worry about it.

"So you're a Heilkwegian student, what are you studying now?

"Eh, attack magic that even healers can use,"

I was answering with a bitter laugh.

"That's an interesting story. Could you be a healer?

"... Actually, it is"

"I see."

"So fishing for books in the library, I'm looking for a healer's book. But I can't read a word of embarrassment."

"Can't read a letter, is that, say, Yeast letters or something? Or something else..."

"I don't know, maybe that's it," I answered appropriately.

"That's a difficult story."

A strange man.

I felt like I could solve anything if I told this guy.

I don't even feel like I need to lie...

"That's right. I met you here on the edge of something, and I'll give you one good thing."

"Good stuff, is it?

"Oh, so close your eyes."

The usual me would have hesitated for a moment.

Yet I was told to keep my eyes closed.

"Come on, open your eyes"

I closed my eyes for about a second and heard my voice.

I'll gently open my eyes, but there's nothing on the counter.

What does a good thing mean?

"Um..."

"You don't have to worry about it now. It's okay, because you got it from me."

"Ha..."

"By the way, you like alcohol."

"Well, that's right. You drink a lot."

"I like it, too, because I can go back in time."

For a moment, I felt the person pouring in the whiskey looked somewhere sad.

"And you still have a hell of a lot of magic to say you're still a student."

That's what the man said when he put an empty glass on the counter.

"Where the hell do you have that power?

I saw it.

Red glow, both eyes of the person......

I was blind, but I was immediately distracted.

"You know what I mean? Apparently, the dungeon showed up."

"Dungeons?

"I'm talking about Makeup, who invites adventurers."

Apparently there are such RPG products in this world as well.

"Maybe you're on the road to that dungeon?

"Me? No, I'm not going. I've already gone to the dungeon."

"Really? Does that mean he was attacked or something?

I've heard it from Toa before.

A dungeon is a labyrinth.

"Come on, I don't know about that. Sure, that's what everyone called us at the time..."

The man took a seat.

"That, are you going already?

"I have something to do. It's good to see you here. [M] Sometimes I go outside."

……

I remembered unexpectedly.

That was now repeated in my head.

- "And yet you still say you're a student, but you have a tremendous amount of magic".

"I hope you find out who the dungeon is, Nito."

"Well... how did you know my name?"

But when I looked back, the man was no longer in his seat.

I look in the store and I'm nowhere.

Unexpectedly, he stood up and stood up on the spot blindly.

Customer, how about another drink?

"... no, that's enough"

I drank my whiskey and left the store clueless.

"You don't have a place to say you're gonna do it."

He joined Patrick, who had finished buying out, and was taking a break from his time at coffee shops around the city.

It's a continuing break for me.

Spirit Summoning seems to do at night because there are so many people in the day.

"That's not a problem, I've already decided"

For the most part, Patrick replies like this. I'm ready.

Probably been thinking about it for quite some time before I got into school.

"Nito, doesn't it smell like alcohol?"

Patrick was exploring the origin of the smell.

I woke up drunk in witchcraft just in case.

"Maybe it's me. 'Cause I was going to the tavern."

"Then I'll ask you out too."

"How can a prince go to a liquor store?"

"I'm a student now, and whether you're a prince or not, you've got nothing wrong with that."

Mr. Arnold walked into and out of the tavern with patience.

"The sun's falling, and it's time to go"

In time and at dusk.

That sunset was already falling.

"Go, where?

"It's the woods right there, that's where the summons goes. You don't have to worry about people."

The woods seem to mean oasis.

There is a lot of people in and out during the day, but as the sun goes down, they become less popular and completely deserted at night.

"There will be monsters at night. The people in town don't want to get close, but there's basically nothing you can encounter. We're surrounded by trees, so the light doesn't leak outside, and it's just the right place to summon. There's nothing wrong with that because I've looked at it beforehand."

Patrick's words were convincing.

I don't even seem to have room to insert my mouth...

We reached the open oasis as we passed through the groves surrounded by palm trees.

It's a quiet, unpopular space, just like Patrick said.

More than half of them are lakes and spread on one side.

"Hmm, Patrick? ……

Patrick unloads when he arrives and retrieves the restraining letter he sees one day.

I started drawing big circles on the ground.

"It's a magic formation. I'm going to use a double magic team this time to stabilize the procedure."

"Double magic formation?" It's the first word I've heard.

"The magic formations encourage the stability of magic. But in the case of a spiritual summons, well, maybe you should say in my case, but there could be a magical outburst before summoning. So I'm going to use a combination of magic formations built with magic and these two formations painted on the ground."

"... you know a lot of things. I didn't even know the concept of magic formation."

"You're lying, aren't you?

"I didn't know what that meant."

Even if I did, Patrick didn't seem to believe much.

Because magic has been used sensibly so far and can be exercised as a result, I never thought about the occasional appearance on the ground.

Different colors or something like that, I didn't even care about the role -.

By the time Patrick had finished writing his magic formation, the sky was already completely engulfed in darkness.

After the magic formation lit a pine light at equal intervals around me, I was only forced to help line up the last ingredients I had bought.

Patrick sprinkles salt.

"Ready!

"So, what are we gonna do from here?

"What about that..."

So Patrick clouded his words...

"Do you want me to lend you my magic?

Patrick tells me that right away.

"I mean, you know, I want to use nito magic to summon spirits. Because it said that a vast amount of underlying magic could summon higher spirits."

"But is that good? It's Patrick's spirit, isn't it?

"There was no caveat there"

I thought I figured out from what Patrick said and did why this was a forbidden book.

Sierra previously taught me that when organisms are tortured and abolished, the nucleus of magic awakens just before death to produce immense magic.

If the restraining letter leaks outside, there could be more missing persons.

Plus Patrick says the power of the Spirit is powerful.

"Look, Nito. First I drain blood on the magic team. Then supply the magic team with magic immediately. I'll give you a signal later."

"Okay."

Patrick took out a small knife.

"Come on, then."

I cut my fingertips thin.

When blood seeps out, it slowly drips into the magic formation.

"- Now!

The magic formation emitted light and sent magic into it as instructed.

I tried it with my usual senses when activating magic, but it worked at first sight.

"Is this what it's supposed to look like!

The wind blowing up from the magic formation makes it difficult for your voice to get through.

"Oh, keep it up!

I refined and infused more magic.

Patrick was a greedy guy.

It demands even more magic.

So just above the magic formation depicted on the ground, another magic formation appeared.

"This is the double magic formation!

The magic formations painted on the ground glow white.

When the magic formation directly above burns red, it slowly descends to the ground.

They gradually overlapped and interacted as any one magic formation -.

"All right, cut me once!

I stopped the supply, as I was told.

At that moment, the flame that was burning on the ground turned blue, becoming a firepillar and blowing it up.

"Success..."

The look of Patrick, who stood so blindly, gradually turns to joy.

"This is the Spirit of Fire... Salamander"

Blue columns scatter all around.

It was already showing up...

"This is the Spirit..."

That was a glossy woman.

He wore jewellery jewellery on his hips and chest and wore thin, exposed Arabic-style clothing.

There are blue flames dancing around.

"Was it you who called me?

The Spirit asked Patrick.

"Oh, yeah. I called..."

"Is it true, I don't think I can call you?

I'm totally finding out.

The woman smiled thinly and looked at me as she turned away from Patrick.

"If it's possible, it's you. But it smells a little dangerous from you."

The thin grin that was directed at Patrick had become magical by the time it was directed at me.

She stares at me as if she were going to be on surveillance.

"Patrick, sign with this guy quickly."

The purpose is that.

I have nothing to do with this guy's overlooked grin.

"A contract!? No way, are you going to make a pact with me, with me, this Spirit King!?

"What, the Spirit King?

Patrick wrinkled between his eyebrows.

What is a Spirit King, though it is the first word I have heard.

"You summoned without knowing? No, it wasn't you who summoned him, was it?

The Spirit King looked at me and it was magical, after all.

Unlike Patrick's, I also remember feeling close to contempt.

What the hell did I do, I don't know what that means.

"I am Salamander the Spirit King. With a little, powerless wizard like you, there's no way I'm gonna make a deal or anything, is there?

Are all spirits so busy?

But if you don't sign with Patrick, there's no point in calling him.

"Patrick, how can I make a contract, you know?

"Oh, but I can't use this then. I'm not strong enough, it's too different..."

"I'll let you go home. Don't call me anymore. I just want you to thank me for not getting killed."

"-" Fire! "

Suddenly Patrick flew a fire to her.

But when the fireball hits the Spirit, it flies away.

"... what are you going to do?

"Come... please, make a pact with me, I need it, the power of the Spirit!

"Even if you say you need it, even I have a right to choose, you know?

Patrick cut his index finger lightly with a knife.

Point your bloody fingers at the Spirit.

"I know I'm weak. But I need you now. There's no other way... Please, sign with me, please!

"... unfortunately, there's no way I'm going to sign with you. At a time when you're kneeling and pleading."

The Spirit did not recognize Patrick.

"-" The One Who Binds "Dies Obrigadio!

I let go of my witchcraft without hesitation.

Countless white and elongated arms pop out of the ground, restraining the Spirit.

"Hey, what is this... get off me!

White and clear countless arms grabbed her hands, arms, feet, neck, head,.

More wrapped around her lower body, hips and chest, she can no longer do anything but breathe.

I don't know if the Spirit breathes.

This is an inversion of the magic Fly.

The effect completely binds the subject as you can see.

"Nito... this is..."

Patrick had lost his word.

But I'll have to do it.

"Patrick, sign a contract. If you can't make a deal with this guy, you'll stay fooled around forever, okay?

Political sects do not realize that their deeds are inherently against their will.

He is trying to force the Spirit King to make a covenant.

That will be accomplished by having the blood of the master taken into the Spirit.

"Get off me!

The Spirit King is caught in countless arms and unable to move.

"Patrick......"

Patrick was confused.

Because the actions of the political sect are going too far.

"... ok"

Since Patrick would not reply, the political ministry decided to change the way it did.

When I ask him how to make a spiritual covenant, confused, he grabs his bloody finger and tells me to lend it to him.

"Spirit King, lick this guy's blood"

"Ha!? Don't be silly, why am I with such a person?"

- Just lick it.

The left eye of the political sect glows.

The person has not noticed.

But the Spirit King looked clearly into his eyes.

"Those eyes... no way, you are of the abyss..."

"Look, at least a little. If I imitate anything strange, I'll kill you at that moment."

"Wait, wait!... I..."

"I don't admit to disagreement. Patrick will sign with you now. Even if it's still immature, we should be able to handle it in time." "

"I won't admit it..."

"Until I kill you, then."

The Spirit King causes his lips to wave and diverts his attention from the political sect.

"Choose. Contract or die here"

The political sect waited for a response without expression.

Sometimes the force of slow restraint was reinforced and the pressure applied.

"Contract… I will"

"It's a wise decision. You picked up your life."

The political sect brought Patrick's bloody fingers closer to the mouth of the Spirit King.

She turns her fingers as she expresses her rejection of the expression.

Her body began to glow.

It becomes a particle and goes into Patrick's body.

"This is..."

Patrick confirmed his body.

Seems confused.

"Success?

"... I don't know"

Patrick got a little scared of the political sect.

Because I asked plainly.

"It's hard to say success...... it doesn't make sense if she won't help me. Even if you lent it to me, it doesn't make sense that I can't handle it."

"Coming up. You just have to be strong from now on. The Spirit lives there, that's the Spirit King, too. The Spirit the Prince deserves, we should be able to use it gradually."

"... oh. Right."

Patrick was not pleased.

But for today's political sect, this was not a forceful means, but a natural one.