"I thought I'd say this for once. Well, that's not why I'm going to do it."
"... right"
with smudges.
Cayenne had a grin with something in it and spilled "... well" again.
"Opera..."
"Oh. Marielle, apparently you want to be the opera's singing princess. I'll take care of that practice."
"... you're the same, sir"
"You're the same, you're doing something stupid."
Cayenne called "It's Different" with a gentle tap on her shoulder.
With a serene expression, he was still quietly sinking into his thoughts.
"... sir"
"Hmm?"
"Because I'm busy, I think it's going to be late at night. But I don't have a night cop job to cover night to early morning by chance today.... Today, if it's not annoying, can I glance at my husband's shop?
Oh, I don't mind.
I answered lightly and then I said, "But if Marielle says no, go home."
Cayenne, who quietly bows her head and says thank you, "I don't care, I'm grateful," I don't know what she thinks.
A burden or a grudge? The psychograph depicted that mixed emotion, and I didn't know what to call it.
I have no life experience with sentiments beyond five years. Only the shard is somehow known.
(... I think I'll have a drink tonight)
When I get back to the store, maybe Meena or Hetty will piss me off, but this is definitely a drink flow, I guess.
I said, "But Cayenne, you're busy," and Cayenne replied, "Well, I'm an exclusive adventurer, so I'm pretty crushed on my guild assignment," and then I broke up with him for something.
His casual grin was somewhat impressive.
"Oh, you're purchasing a pretty good slave."
"Sort of."
Report to Hetty, who welcomed me with a smile, how much money it cost and what kind of slaves they are. Five battle slaves, one small-timer, and the other, the wizard.
Wizard, as soon as I told him, the inside of the tent became noisy at once.
"Yes!" and it was Meena who openly opened her eyes.
"Become," said Uffi, who is an elite but still forest magic Lv.0 and spiritual magic Lv.0.
"Awwww," said Nell of Spirit Magic Lv.0 and Water Magic Lv.0, even though it's also an elf.
"Lie!" was a rare surprise to Hetty from Water Magic Lv.0.
"…" is the illi of Wind Magic Lv.0.
That, maybe Meena isn't the only one with magical qualities in this mentz.
I thought so, but well, skills exist that you get acquired, and pessimism is not good.
"Hey, Stella."
When I turned to that, the goblin named Stella snorted.
Stella. A goblin of slaves who have been around for a long time, and can use it if it's easy magic, but the slave traders ahead didn't seem to spot that, and were selling her out for a cheap price.
Stella can't speak.
I guess that's why she couldn't tell the slave traders that magic could be used.
No, maybe I dared to hide that magic could be used.
Either way, that wasn't what mattered.
"Stella, I want you to show me the magic. Hit the little fireballet towards the ground."
I got it, and Mana gathers in Stella's hand, nodding.
I observe it in detail with my appraisal skills.
(I see, is Mana a substance that glows blue and white like that? Mana is circulating like blood, and mana is coming from all over the body. Mana is more or less a substance like that, so if you observe my body, you'll find Mana... Found it! This or this...!
Again, it is impossible to know how to collect mana and so on without actually seeing the physical magic.
It was well worth analyzing how Mana was flowing and what Mana was in the first place with appraisal skills.
The inconvenience of appraisal skills lies in the inability to examine what is not in knowledge.
Air, for example. Its existence, which is transparent and almost unrealistic to us, can be examined with appraisal skills if we are conscious, but not unless we are conscious.
If I didn't have the knowledge of the air, it must have been impossible to examine the air with my appraisal skills.
Getting the real thing to look like this.
This is how I succeeded in capturing Mana. This is similar to that strange light I saw during my contract with Ili.
(This is it! I've already learned Mana almost perfectly! And for this minute, I think I can handle it... No, I can!
All we have to do is reproduce it.
Stella released the firevalet at about the same time she thought so.
Activate your appraisal skills on Stella's behavior shooting firevalets in front of you and gain a pop-up called "Firevalet". Stella's fire valet fit rate was about 60% as far as I can tell.
If I could appraise the reproduction rate, I'd be able to shoot fireballs better than Stella.
(... great, appraisal skills. I totally captured Mana and them.... and now I've stepped into the other world's cheerlife)
"Wow..." "Fire valet." "Wow." "Wow." "... it's magic."
Everybody shuts up, but it doesn't matter to me anymore.
Try your best to move Mana, observe Mana wrapping around your body with your appraisal skills, and keep up the effort to see how it moves.
It doesn't move.
This guy, isn't he stubborn inside, or how does that work? This.
I'll appraise the mana, search in detail and find out how to move the mana or something.
I don't see a good explanation inside.
What, let me project an image that flows in your head and all you get is that proper explanation?
"Lord! That was magic!" "Hehe, you picked up something amazing that could use magic," "... magic," "it's not about making a scene," "Oh, you know, Mr. Stella, hands, isn't it hot?
Everybody's talking about me, but it's none of my business.
I also get the feeling that I moved Mana somehow. I noticed it while appraising, but it did create a bias in how mana gathered.
This is what it feels like to move a mana, or you get it yourself.
(Later, appraise Stella's Fire Magic Lv.1 and get a spell...)
■ ■ ■ ■
"What?"
Approximately Meena's barbaric voice.
A spark broke out of my palm.
Then nothing was born.
Naturally, the amount of mana that has succeeded in skewing is too low, so there is no alternative to this.
……
All the slaves were out of line.
"... This is what it would be like to turn red if you exchanged with Zhu. It's going to work."
……
Deceive me by saying the right thing.
All the slaves remained silent.
"Now you won't have any trouble lighting the fire at night."
……
Moreover, all the slaves remained silent.
It's time for a reaction. Lord, I thought you were amazing or something, but apparently you don't.
They're all surprised, but they were a little pungent to my surprise, anyway.
....... I regret something, so I decided to be very proud of Cayenne later.