Divine Costume Holy Sword Fafnir

"More than that, didn't Rumelia come to see a boy named Kazt?

I thought of the meaning of your father's words and ran to the log house - and opened the door.

"Mr. Kazt!

Just like when I was staying, I call his name but he's unresponsive.

"You seem to have a biological reaction. But - this is..."

I guess it came with me.

Looking back, he found his father standing behind him wrinkled between his eyebrows.

"It's not a good idea to go into someone else's house without permission."

Your father goes up indoors when he takes off his shoes.

I rush after him, too.

Kazt, who existed ahead of you through the living room and through the library. Your room.

I opened the door.

"- Mr. Kazt!?

Unexpectedly I cover my mouth with both hands.

Because something like a tentacle stretching out of a metal box was connected all over your body, Kazuto.

"Life support device."

"Huh?"

I look up to your father's words.

The first word I've ever heard - it's just..., I could understand the meaning of that word.

"Father, this is..., what the hell is this..., a life support device?

"What can I say"

"Is it that difficult?

Your father opens his mouth after thinking about it for a while.

"If it's easy for you to understand, you just said what you need to live with."

"What do you need to live?

"That's right. Did I ever tell you that a boy can't live until he's 10?

"Yes."

"This boy has no vessel to tolerate magic. And - in this world Agarta, magic is overflowing in the atmosphere. The absence of vessels is nothing short of defenselessness against magic. I mean, this boy is just alive - he'll always be taking poison into his body even if he's just breathing"

I couldn't understand your father's words for a moment.

Just alive......, I can't believe you just breathe in poison - I can't think of that.

- Because there is no such thing as an organism without magic in this world.

And - because for those who possess magic, magic is the food and power of life.

That is why the Demon Tribe boasts many to many tens of times the life span of the human race.

I can't think of magic poisoning me.

"Father, Kazt, shouldn't I teach you magic?

"I can't do that."

"Why is that!?

My father, who denies it, eats and hangs me.

"The vessel of magic is determined from birth. To some extent, it can be stretched with effort, but it is impossible to train those who do not have magic vessels from the beginning."

"Oh no..."

Kazuto, the room you sleep in doesn't exist anything but a metal box and a bed rather than being cleaned up beautifully.

It's like, I don't feel like I'm living.

"... but when I used to stay, Kazt, you didn't have such a painful look in this sleeping state..."

No matter how many times I remember, Kazt, I've never seen a scene where you looked painful.

I've been thinking about it. Your father will look indoors.

"I see..."

"Father?

"This machine - are you sucking out the magic in the atmosphere"

"- Huh? That's a cooler, right?

"Hmm? You know the cooler"

"Yes."

"I mean, yeah. This machine has the effect of sucking out atmospheric magic that harms this boy. Well..."

Your father grabs my hand abruptly.

"Father! Kazuto, I need to talk to you."

Your father pulls it with a strong force, with a force that raises a protest but does not say whether or not.

And I just got out of the log house...

"Why didn't you let me say hello to you, Kazt?

I was speaking out in protest.

Long time no see boy.

He wanted to exchange voices!

"Our magic is much more intense than ordinary humans. If that boy is vulnerable to magic, it's only harmful that we're in a place together. Understand that."

……

My head turns bright white.

I mean, Kazt, that's how you got to be...

That's because I've been with you Kazt forever...?

"Maybe... so your father was the first to take me to the country..., to take me..."

Father turning away.

That figure, that trick, affirms what I think.

"I mean, Kazt, you're suffering right now because I lived with you..."

Too much I regretted my shallowness.