Almark gently pointed his right palm up.
"Do you remember what you were like the last time you failed?"
Iris asked and Almark nodded.
"Yes, imagine a small flame just above your hand."
"It looks just like this."
Illmis shows the flame of his hand.
"Yes"
Almark nodded.
"Thank you. The image of the flame seems to precede you."
Illmis said so and put Almark back with his gesture.
"If you treat the flame in your hand as a flame, what appears on the surface is its nature as a flame."
Immediately after the words, there was a flame in Ilumis' hand.
"Ah."
Almark speaks up.
While the flames were in sight, they stood up near the ceiling of the sorcery field.
If he hadn't backed up, Almark would have been caught in a huge flame.
"Dragon flames!
When Almark screamed, the flames vanished without trace.
"And like this."
Another little flame appeared on Ilumis's hand.
"So don't think of this as a flame."
In that word, Almark unexpectedly stared at the flames of Illmis' hands.
So what is this?
"This magical name is correct."
Illmis said without hesitation.
"Light our feet. What do you call this?"
"Lights..."
"Yes, it is."
Ilmis nodded.
"The magic of the lamp must not be confused by its appearance. A lot of magicians out there misunderstand. It is important to treat this flame not as a flame, but as a light. I mean, on my right hand."
It's an image of a little light coming on.
Illmis nods at Almark's words.
"That's right. It's too soon to understand."
"Not soon."
Almark shakes his head.
"I've been thinking about it since that day. What was wrong with my image?"
I see.
Illmis smiled.
"It's a necessary process for a true understanding. Your troubled time will never be wasted."
Then he slapped Al Mark on the shoulder.
Well, let's do it.
Almark focuses on his right hand.
In your body, magic has already been practiced.
Focus it on your right hand.
"You don't have to collect that much magic."
Ilmis is calling.
"It's not like the magic of fog. Enough magic to make a small lamp."
"Yes"
Almark answers and spreads extra magic from his right hand.
It's a light.
Illmis tells Almark to check again.
"It takes the form of a flame, but it's not a flame. It's a light."
The lights.
Almark nodded.
"It's not a flame. It's a gentle light that shines around you."
Yes, it is.
I've seen this magic many times. [M]
Nobody in this academy used this flame as a flame.
I only used it as a light.
This is not a flame.
It's light.
When I first used fog magic, I had fear and anxiety.
Not now.
Almark was already so confident in his magic.
Now I can cum.
It's light.
A small flame lit up on Almark's right hand.
"Done."
"From here."
The voice of Ilumis immediately.
"You know that."
"Yes"
Yes, I know.
I failed after this.
Almark concentrates.
Like the magic of fog, it's not like you keep pouring magic into it.
Keep the magic there.
The flame flutters instably.
"Recognize that the light is there."
Ilmis says.
"It's a bit of a fixation on your palm. Otherwise, the lights won't come on when you walk out."
"Yes"
Focus.
Fixed.
I sweat on Almark's forehead.
Flames as light. If you recognize it, you won't feel the heat at all.
The image of being fixed on your right hand rather than on this space.
The shape of the flame is not very stable.
Fixed images don't work.
Concentrate.
Almark nodded at Ilmis' words.
Let's get this over with.
Almark nodded sweaty at Ilmis's words.
"Yes"
Fatigue is different when using fog magic.
"You did well at first. Tomorrow we will practice in parallel with the magic of fog."
"I understand."
"The magic of your lamp is still incomplete. Just because the way home is dark, don't use it."
I won't use it.
Almark shook his head with a bitter smile.
"That's fine. Take care and go home."
"Yes, thank you."
Almark lowers his head.
Oh, speaking of which...
Ilumis said as if she remembered.
"On that stick."
That stick.
Almark is careful.
"On martial arts tournament day, a silver and bronze sorcerer came after the stick."
Oh, is that Maia's stick?
Almark scratched his head.
"I completely forgot. Have you heard from the dean?"
Hmm.
Illmis nodded.
"As soon as the dean gets back to the academy, I'll have to talk to you."
"Is the dean away now?"
Iris nods ambiguously to Almark's question.
"He's a star reader. We're moving for reasons we don't know, and we're going everywhere."
"... is that so?"
Speaking of which, it is true that Yologue had his face up to the north.
That's where I ran into Almark.
"I happened to get a headline from the dean in the north."
Almark said.
"So I was two years late, but I was able to come to the academy."
But Ilmis shook his head.
"That's not true. It wouldn't happen to be something like that."
The dean says, Ilmis.
"Appear where you need it, where you need it. An authoritative old man is needed for the opponent. An authoritative, but righteous opponent, looks like a weak old man seeking help. It's no coincidence, even if it's a coincidence."
Almark kept an eye on the words.
Ward told me about the first time a yolog appeared at Wendy's house in the winter.
Yologue was so majestic that he suppressed even Wendy's father, a great nobleman.
Almark's father said he saved the yolog from the bandits.
However, it is too unnatural for a magician as young as Yologue to have run away after being attacked by a bandit now that he knows the depth of the magician.
Did my father help Yologue?
Or did you let me help you?
"The dean has deep thoughts. It's no use trying to predict it."
Illmis said as if he had read Almark's thoughts.
"There will be a call from the dean soon. You can listen to that story and think about it carefully."
"I understand."
Almark nodded.
But I felt like I was suddenly thrown into a big stream that I didn't know.