A Sword Master Childhood Friend Power Harassed Me Harshly, So I Broke Off Our Relationship And Make A Fresh Start At The Frontier As A Magic Swordsman.

* Noarea Perspective

... you were a completely meaningless person... why can't you control the power when you can activate magic...

But that power... I'm pretty sure he's the owner of a hell of a talent.

When I returned to the mansion, I ignored my father, who had asked me if my clothes were torn.

And when I got back to the room, I was remembering the magic practice I had with Flick while dressing.

I was obsessed with magic practice and forgot, but he must have exercised magic many times without using magic activators...

The closer I get to advanced magic without a wand, the more power I drain.

With all that high-powered magic in a row and no tiredness at all, the amount of magic is definitely more than mine.

The magicians proud of their magic combined so far had only as much magic as their mouths.

Thanks to this, there's a rumor going around that I killed the other guy with a magic match, but the young magician actually made it hard for me to escape.

Well, thanks to that scent, the only magician with a mouth saved me a lot of trouble by running away just because I offered him.

Until the time of the flick......

The magic that was sucked out of him by the combination of magic was still springing up, even though it filled all his vessels.

Thanks to this overflow of capacity, I began to expose the ugliness that sucking it off would cause me to faint and faint.

Normally, there's no way someone who didn't use magic can save so much magic... and I can't see how Flick is lying.

I guess I must have gotten that unusual amount of magic in some kind of unusual training as a magician.

Everyone can't see the way.

But you have to admit that Magic Power "Only" is a superior magician.

The problem is that he can't control the magic power himself... even though the forms and attributes he expresses can definitely be imitated.

I wonder why the only size that determines the power is the size of snoring like that......

No matter how many times Flick tried, he could only either activate the magic with different size and power or fail without activating it at all on the contrary.

'I'm not sure how big it is' was his feeling.

He said it was because he had lived with a single sword, but if he did, the error in size was terrible.

Even the freshly remembered children of magic shouldn't make all that error with preliminary magic.

While thinking about Flick's snobbery perception of magic, I was walking into a library I had built into my own room after I finished dressing.

If you correct your perception of size...... I'm sure Flick will be an amazing magician......

I would like to see how many types of magic can be used when a magician with that amount of magic is able to use magic normally as someone who deals purely with magic...

I thought so, and when I looked through and brought out of the library a number of guidebooks with magical instruction, I slept in bed and read them.

Correcting cognitive distortions all the time......

This is about the immobilization of the imagination... you can do that, so no problem.

The power adjustment method at the time of expression… this.

Finding a way to correct Flick's cognitive distortion of magic from the Magic Guide reads through the contents.

What, if the person who has a cognitive distortion to the magnitude that determines the power gives him an easy contrast to imagine, he will solve it...

Give the contrast… I wonder what makes it easier for him to recognize the size.

Maybe I'll ask tomorrow......

That's what I noticed.

At the time of today's breakup, I didn't have any promises to meet tomorrow.

I thought it would be a joke that I couldn't use magic this past week, and I was remembering that my life of monitoring his behavior at four or six hours to explore his magical prowess was my daily routine.

It's just that something unexpected happened today and I'm supposed to practice magic with him in the process.

So I don't have any certainty that you can still listen to me tomorrow.

Shit... I should have mounted my promise properly.

On the way home, I was also obsessed with magic stories that made his snoring expression.

Will Flick meet me normally in the city with me who hasn't spoken for a week and has been chasing me around for four or six...

I didn't realize you were obsessed with knowing his magical prowess, but when you think calmly, you were doing a hell of a lot of weird things.

When I thought so, the clothes I dressed with a weird sweat coming out of my back made me jittery and damp.

If you make something to meet...

Ha! Yes! If it's an excuse to pay the gratuity that Maneater helped me with today, he shouldn't be able to say no without a bottom line either.

I wonder what the gratuity would be... the money feels a little impudent... wand, no swordsman. Could he be happier with the sword?

Perhaps I should borrow one item from your father's collection and give it away anyway.

If that's the case, look for the sword in the treasure trove.

When I closed the guide I was reading and hurried up from bed, I accidentally caught my eye on the coat I borrowed from him.

Maybe I should wash that too and give it back...

I'll take it in my hand and smell it.

His smell reminded me of the time of the trance I felt when I was magical.

Phew, it smells a little sweaty, but this smells reassuring... let's keep this borrowed.

I need to make the sword of gratuity a little exciting, including for that matter.

And when I put his coat upon the pillow of the bed, I set my foot upon the treasure trove which was in the basement of the mansion.