Din no Monshou (WN)

"Regisu! I've been waiting for you!

"All right, that's it. Put your hands behind your head and stop."

Early on in the store, he calmly stills Edgar, who jumped at him.

But she doesn't slow down at all.

I had no choice but to avoid it.

Naturally, then, Edgar would stick it from his head into the merchandise shelf.

The shelves collapsed, sounding a hell of a roar.

The passers-by on Purchasing Street peek.

But that's Edgar.

I immediately got up and fixed the position of the product with the speed of light.

Again, this guy, as a merchant, has quite a level.

She just took the tea out of the back of the room and started brewing it.

All right, all right, you don't serve booze anymore.

As long as I'm happy to have improved my liquor habits.

"Look, Regis"

"Thanks"

Edgar put a cup of tea on the table.

I'll sit down and make tea quietly.

Um, it's tea without any weird philosophy.

But I think the flavor is a little tight.

Maybe it's expensive tea.

But here's a little bit of a problem.

Smell, smell.

A unique alcoholic odor.

Not from my cup.

The source is... yes, from Edgar's cup.

"Edgar, what's that?"

"It's a new product that pours liquor into tea leaves."

"You mean you've been compromised by alcohol until business"?

"No, please don't. You can light it up."

"I'm not praising you."

Edgar blushes his cheeks and fingers the edge of the cup.

I think it's very cute, but it's negative that you're off track with food and drink.

I've never seen such a big drink in a western play.

Is this it or is it the type of person who drinks instead of water?

You're ruling against drinking. From me, it's a race situated opposite the pole.

"So, what's going on today?"

"I wanted to see Regis."

"You want me to see Alec?

"I'm fine."

"So, is that really all you got to do?

"That's right!

"Right. Now, then."

I drank tea, too.

It was a delicious cup of tea.

That's all I'm thankful for, let's just go back to the dorm and take a break.

Edgar stuck around where he was about to get his seat up.

"Wow, wow! Please, don't go home, Regis!

"Yeah, let it go."

"I miss you. I just need you to hang out with me for a little while for tea!

I turn my hand around my hips and I shake my head saying I don't like it.

I knew you were drunk, this guy.

Where did your usual fortitude go?

I thought I'd go home because it was so depressing.

Looks like it would be harder to leave this behind later.

I have no choice.

Do you want me to just listen to you for a second?

Hippet Edgar snuggling up on me as a ghost, and I got to the table.

"Damn, I'm not free either."

"Excuse me. Excuse me. Actually, the truth is, Regis needs a decent job."

"Ho, say it"

"Today, I'm trying to pay attention to Regis"

"Attention? What the hell?"

Why should I be cautious?

It's more of you to be noticed, Edgar.

If I were your attending, I'd be on the level of shutting up and shaking my neck sideways.

I can't even feel the shards of Rin when I first met him.

Well, I guess this is what Edgar really looks like.

Now she takes a nasty attitude when dealing with people she's not close to.

Just like when you first met me at the magic store.

She trusts me now, but I guess it's the way she treats me.

I don't feel like blaming you for that.

It just makes me feel sorry for stopping high.

This caution won't leave the wasteland anyway.

Take a listening attitude with that in mind.

Then Edgar suddenly got a strange look.

"I've been watching Regis in basic magic class for the past month and I've noticed.

As a result of keeping an eye on Regis during class, I discovered something. "

"I wonder why you say the exact same thing twice."

I point out, Edgar got a hazy look.

I'll cough one up and keep the words coming.

"I was uncomfortable watching Regis shoot his magic."

"... uncomfortable? Well, you know what?

I'm floating around in class. In many ways. "

The gaze of intent to kill is so flighty that it's unusual.

Conflicted with Siege in the entrance exam, he has since scored well in class without weighing himself down.

I had my training with Walkins.

Many of the magic I had already worn without learning in college classes.

Now that I think about it, I guess Walkins was looking ahead to what happened after I got into college.

On top of that, he was attached to my daily studies.

The more I guess so,

The content of the class was only natural to me.

It's important, but I hate studying.

To escape reality, just before the test, I was half-naked indoors and begging for rain.

"God, call a storm and pay! 'When my sister saw me screaming in half a frenzy, you wanted to die.

And the day after that.

I'm glad the storm alarm went off, but the windows in my room are shattered by the storm.

I have no luck or strength in studying.

But if they do the same thing over and over again, they don't like it, but they remember.

As far as academic books paid by the College are concerned,

I was already able to cover about 80% of my magic knowledge.

That's your Walkins.

I'll make you a wish for anything at dawn when I graduate and go home.

With a bodhisattva mindset, listen to Edgar's words.

What were you talking about?

You said you felt uncomfortable with my magic.

Edgar starts talking as he sees my behavior.

"That's not it.

It's just that Regis clearly has too much recoil than the rest of us. "

"Is the recoil too big? Well, I guess it's normal."

"As of eight years ago, I was wondering a little bit.

Perhaps Regis doesn't have the usual magic to strike out. "

"That's not true. You can fine-tune it."

As much as I adjusted when using magic, I mastered it as a child.

Even when you shot a gunfire or something into a bandit, you were able to handle it properly.

Talking about it, Edgar looked difficult and shook his neck to the side.

"I think that's just less magic when you launch it.

It's commonly known as "shooting out." It's not what I'm talking about right now.

What I'm trying to say now is that it's time to take the magic itself out of your body. "

"In short, is that a step further ahead of the one called" Shoot Out "?

Don't talk too hard.

My head is already going to flat.

There is something difficult about being used in abstract representations.

"That's right. When I use magic, I squeeze the magic out of my body first.

This is commonly referred to as' extraction '.

At the time of the extraction, Regis pulled it out to the point where it was unnecessary.

So more recoil than normal people "

The content sounded a little difficult.

But that's not true if you try to sort it out.

Is there any good analogy?

With that in mind, respond appropriately.

"So you're saying there's no use in using magic?

"Um, I'm not just wasting it.

Because no matter how much you increase the total amount of magic, the amount of magic you can squeeze out of it will remain the same. "

I see.

I finally understand.

In short, this would be the case.

To use magic first, try to squeeze magic out of your body.

At that time, the thickness of the pump that draws out magic varies from person to person.

Even if you are storing plenty of magic, you cannot squeeze out a lot of magic if you have a smaller pump to assemble.

"Draw Out" has a big role to play in determining the magic that can be poured into magic.

I see, when you think about it, you can talk to a lot of people.

Though I thought 'aptitude' was the only thing that would determine magical destructiveness.

It depends on the amount of magic that can be used for magic.

I don't care what you think about me before. I've shot magic at the guy above me.

Was that why I was able to compete several times then?

"So, why is it so hard to train the power to squeeze out magic?

Purely because recoil is' painful '. "

"Suffering?"

"Yes. When subjected to recoil, the personal difference, whatever it is, is alien to the body.

My body's afraid of recoil, and it won't lift me up. "

"Uh... I see"

Sure, I have a pretty strong confidence in pain.

I've had about three times as many injuries and illnesses.

And every one of them was dying.

I have a history of that kind in my past life, and I'm quite tolerant of pain.

Rather than, you can call it my few stunts.

In an interview, he said, 'I am, I am pain resistant! It's strong!

I used to insist desperately.

Is it because you spoke too hot?

I can't let you interview me there again, though.

It's such a lovely memory that I think I'm going to throw up.

"There you go, the amount of magic Regis squeezing out is a misdigit.

I think it's growing even more now, but the firemagic aptitude at the time of enrollment was b "

"Oh. Because the best magic I could shoot then depended on fire attributes"

"Normally, those walls aren't soft enough to crush just because airworthiness is B"

That wall, that must mean the barrier I dusted into wood in the final exam.

Even Sieg, who enrolled in top grades, had the best to rock.

That didn't seem serious though.

That said, I've bottomed out my aptitude in the last two months, too.

Without trying, Edgar taught me how to train efficiently in aptitude,

At the same time, Alec is giving me an audition to focus on aptitude.

Basically, by the time I get back from the dorm for the last two months, I'm largely dying.

Alec's healing magic makes him recover from doping stains, so he manages to keep doing so.

If Alec starts saying, 'No healing magic today, but don't work hard,' he will definitely die of overwork.

Alec's physical training in the morning.

Edgar's personal class at noon.

Alec's personal class in the evening.

There is obviously a scheduling arrangement aimed at breaking people.

Aren't you going to die someday, me?

I have to graduate with the chairman for whatever it is, so I'm patient.

Effort, that's the level at which you can run out of bees if you get cleaned up in a nutshell.

Edgar paints an easy picture of how he ended up breaking the wall.

On top of that, explain how unusual what I did.

"That, in principle, can't be broken unless the magical aptitude you unleashed is s"

"I mean, I broke it in the B-rank of aptitude."

"Pull it out, and shoot it out. They're falling apart together."

"Instead, I'm dying every time I hit high-altitude magic."

Now that I think about it, I do feel like recoil is bigger than others.

While I'm rolling around with recoil, there's a lot of other guys fixing cool times with strange faces.

But only once, I've seen Eric undergo recoil.

But that's only when you use superior magic that erodes your body.

If I suck, even lower magic makes me headache and make me nauseous.

Obviously they're eating more for it than the others.

"Yes, I want to be careful about that.

Regis didn't know about this concept until he pointed it out now, did he?

"Oh. Was it in that magic book?

"I didn't write it. It's only recently been clarified.

Until then, it was thought that only 'aptitude' and 'mastery' would determine the strength of magic. "

"Ho, researchers work hard every day, too."

I hear a long time has passed since the magic was established.

You usually have discoveries over hundreds of years or something.

Scholars who open up unexplored fields find it purely awesome.

I also have scholarly knowledge of bloomers and breasts.

I'm not going to be out of touch because the officer is going to be eyeing me.

"So what I want Regis to be aware of is this outburst of magic caused by recoil."

"Is that the outburst of magic?

The magic control I launched stopped working.

It's about to erupt, isn't it? "

"Yeah, but you're talking like you've been through something."

"Ha, no way..."

Actually, you do.

When I was a few months old, I let go of Astralfire and had an outburst.

But ever since then, I've become more careful about manipulating magic.

Given that, I think it was a failure to study.

Had it not been for Walkins, the mansion would have been burned.

It's teethy.

"... this is a question that interests me.

Regis is probably pretty pain-resistant, huh?

"Oh, right. You can call it my only handle."

"Because that's how I don't fear recoil.

The power to draw it up went up without knowing the ceiling. "

"What's wrong with you?

From Edgar's tone, I get the impression of reprimanding him somewhere.

No, you're not. Do you feel worried?

Edgar puts his finger up and explains his precautions.

"I think it's okay so far.

But as we learn the strong magic ahead, so does the necessary magic.

I'm worried that Regis, who sucks at regulating the extraction at that time, might run wild. "

"Oh, my God, I don't know."

"Oh, no?

Edgar opened his mouth with Pocan.

I answered blurry, so maybe they thought I'd cut off the bassari.

But that's a misunderstanding.

I simply want to say that there is nothing that would stand in the way of that.

"I am, Edgar.

There's nowhere much better than people. Even I'm not very smart.

Fighting is a level where you work hard and you can finally use it.

But, you know, there are actually two things I think I'm winning more than anyone else. "

"What's that?

"It's perverse to endure any pain and obsessive to never give up.

As long as there are these two things, they will never cause anything like what you worry about. "

I ran out of words.

It doesn't mean I like pain.

Or I want to avoid it as much as possible.

But when I had to put up with the pain.

I'm more confident I can hold my heart than anyone else.

It's Zara's fault her body hasn't caught up with it.

Maybe that's why I worry about the people around me.

Edgar listened to me and smiled like he was weak.

"Right. Believe me, okay? I don't want anything to happen to Regis."

"I won't betray what I swore once."

"... that's Regis"

Edgar strokes my head with a sneeze.

I wanted to shake it off with embarrassment.

But, well, it's been a while since I've seen Edgar's good face.

Shall I keep it?

"Well, then, I'm about to go to class.

I thought we had Edgar's class today. "

"Oh, I plan on doing a mock duel.

Looking forward to it, my breasts dance and I still want to hug you. "

"Hold onto yourself.... So? Why are you so upset?"

When Edgar is looking happy, there's generally nothing loco about it.

Fireballs pop into the store when you're talking about your love for Walkins.

The assassin is going to kill me if I roll a barrel of liquor.

The latter, well, I'm the one chewing on the cause.

But when Edgar is in a good mood, I suspect he has a back.

"Today's mock duel would like to pair up with Regis without an aspirant"

Rejected.

"Instant answer!? I'll tell you what, I'm better off in college."

"You bastard. Are you going to abuse your authority?"

Abuse of authority.

That horror has been experienced in PC games played so far.

Perverted teacher approaching female students.

I've played some of those pieces before.

By and large, I intend to grasp Mr. Guess's thought circuit.

Um, I've been thinking about all this, so I guess he died of steel.

Surprisingly, there are many aspects of my life that I deserve.

Edgar laughs happily when he sees me in battle.

"Heh, heh, heh. Say whatever you want.

This Edgar, if it's for a purpose, I don't choose the means!

"That's an amazing little trinket-like dialogue."

"It's a joke. Anyway, you've got to be ready for class today!

"Yes, yes..."

Edgar seems to be having fun today, above all else.

Seeing this guy do stupid things drunk soothes me so much.

I'll take a seat and head for the exit.

"See you later. Don't swallow too much. I'm gonna miss you this afternoon."

"Don't worry. You're an alcoholic who emptied all the barrels in the basement in six months. My battle is coming."

"No, it's over before it starts."

I drank too much and hope I don't fall down one day.

In the meantime, I'm going to go outside because my morning class is about to start.

It was clear when it came, but you're getting a little cloudy.

If I'm late, I can't even look at you.

We need to get ready in a hurry.

I ran straight to the dorm.