Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Write up a chant and it'll be Alfred and Viola's job later. Just wait for the prototype of the air war gear to be ready.

The potion of magic restoration could have been done, so if I had cooled it down and then divided it into vials with a funnel, somehow, I could see Marian watching this one from the shadows on the edge of his sight.

Alfred's at work, and Grace and the others seem busy with measurements, right?

When I saw who was doing the measuring work, Ashley and I gazed at each other, watching how Marian was doing, and they turned a grin.

Copy that. I'm in charge of Marian.

And when I turn my gaze to her, I pull my head into the shadows of things. Though he seemed like a pretty serious guy when it came to playing....... oh. 'Cause the potion's glowing purple and I don't know what I'm good at?

To say it's poisonous...... if it's traumatic for her, she won't want to get close in the first place. Maybe I'm worried that you're watching - or what you're using it for.

"... Hmm"

Shake the vial gently after sunlight, open the lid and sip away.

Marian looked "ah".

... make it yourself. What, but the flavor is subtle, to be honest. The material has a unique blue odor to the material alone.

Feels like a nutritional drink, like heat spreading from the back of your body after drinking. The effect is solid.

"I'm making potions. Drinking can heal wounds and restore magic."

And I tell Marian I'm looking at this one.

Did Marian convince me with that, he nodded small with a strange face. It still looks scary, but it seems to have reduced my alertness somewhat. When I recommend a chair a little further away, I sit back and watch my work.

'Cause we're almost done here.

If you split what you made today into vials and put a lid on it, then I'm done.

Grace and the others are going to take a little longer. Looks like we're actually discussing what kind of gear to make it. It's something that also involves the way they fight and collaborate, so it's natural to get serious.

Marian looked at the equipment for the preparation with interest. Sure, I don't think it's a substitute I see in Royal Castle. She has the impression that she is timid but curious.

... Hmm. Why don't we offer some entertainment that we don't see in the royal castle any more than we've been entrusted? I hope you're a distraction for being repressed in the royal castle.

"Marian, do you know something like this?

I'll fold the paper on my desk and make a paper plane to show you. Marian shook her head sideways. Well, I guess so. It's a simple toy, but I've never heard of a paper plane in this world.

When I gently throw a paper plane and fly through the sky, Marian circles her eyes and follows the paper plane with her gaze as she flies through the room. Seemed like a good grasp.

Where altitude has fallen, I try to make an upward airflow with wind magic to make it U-turn and fly it around Marian.

Further manipulate the water magic and let the water bubbles float in the air and fly to sew between them. I could see everyone's gaze gathering around here as well as Marian's.

Hmm. I seem to have made my hands stop, and because of this, let's try to be more flashy in meeting everyone's expectations.

Let the bubbles follow behind the trajectory drawn by the paper plane, and even more light magic there, scattering brilliance of various colors.

I've never tried such an entertaining use of magic before... but it turned out to be a much more fantastic sight than I expected. Although it sounds more like magic or illusion than magic. Does this make you look like a magician?

That's how you let it fly around the room for a while, then at the end of the day you let the paper plane crash over my hand and ring your finger with the other hand, the brilliance of water bubbles and light at the same time as the smoke disappears like a lie.

I handed Marian a paper plane looking up at this one with a glittering eye.

"I'll give that to Marian. Because if you don't have to use magic for a short distance, you can fly."

Marian alternately compared my face to the paper plane at hand, where she gave me her first happy smile. I hold the paper plane to my chest looking important and run for a small run to Alfred's place.

- Good for you, Marian.

Alfred smiles calmly and tells me.

"Thank you, Theo. They showed me something interesting."

"If it was improvised, it worked."

"I'm improvising with that... You really surprise me."

If you use magic, you can make it fly as long as paper, and maybe it would have been better to fly something like a origami crane anyway. Shall I give it a try when I get the next chance?

"That's interesting. Do you fly without having to use magic?

"Yeah. If you fold it like this...... see. Easy to make."

Now let everyone demonstrate from where you fold the paper plane and let it fly without magic.

You all feel more interesting than I expected. Has the magic production just become like a promotion?

I was just going to have a good time... but I ended up letting the work stop for a long time.

"Luggage just now, so it's all?

"Yeah, I'm pretty much done carrying the little stuff in the room."

"Anything else to do?

"Uh. We'll take care of the unloading... yeah. I'll be fine later. Thank you, Theodore."

She nodded as she returned from the carriage parked in front of the house and spoke to Illum Hilt, who was inside the house. Looking up at the sky because the work seemed largely done, it was already evening.

The story is all wrapped up, so we carried their luggage in a carriage from the West Side house where Sheila and Illumhilt lived and moved on. There weren't that many household tools, and big guys like sleepers and costume holders could use levitations to carry them out the window to the room. It didn't take much time or effort.

"Your meal is ready."

Grace called from the kitchen, so it was supper first. Remove dust gently and wash face and hands with water.

Colorful dishes lined the table. Today's move between the two of us meant a welcome party or a little extravaganza.

"Mmm. Grace's cuisine is delicious"

Sauced pasta. White bread, braised fish, vegetable soup, seafood grill, salad. Then the black bowel stuff- that's a sausage made by mixing blood and sautéing.

I've heard of a similar dish on the planet's side, but I think they bought it looking for something for Illumhilt. It's about Grace, so I might make it homemade one of these days.

"Oh, this is delicious."

He also seemed to like the Illum Hilt, which had broken his face when he cut it up and carried it to his mouth.

"Good. I hear a few other dishes like that, so I'll serve them every day."

"Really? Glad to hear it, Grace. Can I tell you something, too?

"Happy. Let's all make it next time."

"Me too, I remember"

Sheila and Illumhilt also have a long history of self-catering, so they can cook. They used to poke birds and fish. I guess that's where they also sourced meals for Illumhilt.

I kept eating soothingly with everyone for a while, but someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?

When I left, there was a man in civilian clothes.

"Excuse me for the night. Is this Lord Theodor-Gartner's mansion?

"Yes, it is"

Though not big enough to call it a mansion.

"I came from the royal family."

And the man has bowed his head and told his name. A royal messenger, huh?

"His Majesty Melvin would like to invite Theodore to dinner in three days. This is the invitation. You have reached the point where you would like Lord Grace to accompany you. I'll leave you to Theodore."

Dinner, huh? Though King Melvin also said he would invite you in.

Accompanied by Grace, huh? Hmm.

"As His Majesty said, it was an invitation to a private dinner where you couldn't exchange extras, so I don't think you need to worry about it so much. At that time, we talked and talked about a few things."

"Okay. We will definitely ask you."

"Thank you. I am relieved that I have fulfilled my duties."

When the messenger bowed his head, he took the carriage home.

"Who was it?

"He was a messenger from the royal family. He wants to invite me to dinner in three days."

Talk to him, huh? Though he said he couldn't turn in the others, or he was private.

Turning it over also means you can talk too publicly. At this time, … there may have been some progress in the sealed door. I don't know what kind of stories come up, including the details of being lying down.