It was like watching a trick.
"Mogu, Mogu, Mogu, Mogu"
Large quantities of food are swallowed up one after the other by a body that is so luxurious that it seems like it could be broken.
Empty plates exceeded ten already. The maids and butlers keep bringing in the food, but she eats faster.
Of the woman we brought back, the elf, it was horrible and full of food.
"... meow. … Welcome."
Before the elf, who told him so quietly, in the end, as many as thirty plates were piled up.
The apparent age of female elves is 15-6 years. Even though my physique deserves it, where did I get the volume to go in there?
Under that dabbling robe, are you actually a Mighty Man?
... No, that was super thin. He said it felt like when he was crushed earlier.
"Wow! You're a foodie!
And, with his father, Phil, who was present for lunch, said,
"About this time, before breakfast"
said, the elf girl thumbed up.
No, don't eat mesh before breakfast.
"No, ha-ha!
The father, who is the lord of this house and the owner of the food now tucked in the belly by the elf girl, for some reason broke his face with pleasure.
"It was good eating! It means you have a tendency to act!
"Thank you, thank you. Give me some food."
"I don't care. We humans have been told long ago that you Elves were greatly grateful. When you meet an elf, it's a lesson to be thankful and welcome."
"Thank your ancestors"
Word short, the elf girl smiled faintly.
... That's not why, but I knew Elves were, like, amazing beauties...
No, should I call you a pretty girl? In this person's case.
"Jack and Philine told me you were down in the woods?
My mother said. I wonder if those two have left yet?
Elf girl snorts.
"I... Rachel, that's fine. I'm out of the elves and traveling everywhere... I left from the village I was in before without putting my stomach in my calculations..."
"Calculate hungry..."
What the hell is that?
"Jack."
Dad said.
"The Elves have a different sense of time than us because of their long lives.
Just as there is something about 'it was hours after I realized it' to us, so it also naturally happens to the elves that 'it was days after I realized it'. Even though the meal intervals are the same.
It is therefore said that the most common cause of death for elves is' starvation '. It's starvation by forgetting to eat. "
That's all I ask - sounds like a dumb species... but watching this elf called Rachel blur, I felt like it didn't seem like a mistake.
"That's why Elves often become a couple with humans to compensate for their self-management skills. Besides, even if they die first in their lifespan, they never remarry. Romantic."
My mother sneered, but isn't it harder for the other person to be awesome?
"Hey!"
Suddenly, Phil appeared on Rachel's lap.
If you look, the chair she sat in until just before is empty.
When......
"Here, here!," Mr. Posford notes, "but Phil hasn't even heard.
He said, "I've been kicking your ass every time."
"Out of my way?... Why?
"Yeah."
I guess you're asking about the purpose of the journey. Rachel, who was tilting his neck, also seemed to be good at it right away,
"I guess the purpose is, nothing in particular... If you insist, a collection of spiritual arts."
"Shh shh shh shh shh shh shh?
The questioner himself didn't seem to be coming pin at all, but his father said, "You know what?" He raised his eyebrows.
I was intrigued, too. Collection of Spiritual Arts...?
"A collection of spiritual art... What the hell does that mean? If there's no obstacle, can you tell me?"
"Yeah... it's quicker to show it, I guess"
Raquel squeaked so much, palms of his right hand up and up to the front of his face.
"This is the [lightning at dawn] of the Spirit (Aim)"
Moment after moment, a small flame lit on the palm of my hand.
That maid whose sister was reincarnated - Anelli also used [lights at dawn].
Is this her spirituality?
"And this way..."
Furthermore, Raquel raises his left hand to the same height as his right hand.
I, my father, my mother and Mr. Posford raised their voices at the same time to what happened shortly after.
The cup that was placed in front of Rachel.
The water left in it was drawn to Rachel's left hand and turned into a sphere.
"- The Spirit's [Hand of the Raw Fish]"
On Rachel's right hand, there's still a small light shaking.
At the same time (...), on my left hand, there was water floating in the universe clustered in a sphere.
I use two spiritual techniques... at the same time...!?
"Damn...... how the hell is that!?
My father was a wolf and he was sitting on his back.
My mother also opens her eyes and covers her mouth with her hands.
I heard it from people because they don't talk much about it, but my father and mother used to be well-known spiritualists there.
They don't try to teach me how to do it themselves, despite that, because they were a pretty unusual type of magician.
So I guess you're far more shocked than I am.
to the unlikely reality that one human being uses multiple spiritual techniques.
"By my spiritual art…"
Turning out the flame on his right hand and returning the water on his left hand to the glass, Rachel told him pale.
Did your head get cold at the way it was, and your father hips back in the chair, too.
But the shock still didn't seem to cool down, and he was reassembling his hands tightly.
"What is your spiritual art... the hell...?
"Of the Spirit [Shax], [the takeover of divine will]."
[The takeover of divine will]......?
The Spirit (Shax) conducts theft. So that spiritual technique should also have had many things to apply to theft, such as attracting to hand what is in a remote location.
How can you do that with such power...?
"No way......"
My father's voice was shaking a little.
"Can your [takeover of divine will] - steal the spiritual art of others (...)!?
"... Yes"
Rachel nodded clearly.
Even spirituality that steals the spirituality of others......!?
"It's more about 'imitating'... than 'stealing'. Just imitate, so the original owner won't be able to use the technique......
I... just saw someone else's spiritual art at first sight, and it seems I can mimic it... You can use up to two types at the same time. "
"Right, I see... Is it like the ultimate in what the craftsman says to his disciple, 'Look and steal'..."
That's what you call a cheat......
Elves are good at spirituality because they're close to spirits, but are they this good?
"You said collect earlier. Are you going around imitating spirituality with that technique?
"... Yes. I have the skills I need... I feel that way."
"How long have you been traveling?
"Uh..."
Rachel broke her finger and counted.
"... a hundred years or so,"
Ugh......
Different scales of time......
"If you're traveling so much, haven't you already collected most of your spiritual art?
"No... because even though the spirits in which they live are the same, the art of expression is a thousand different...
Even if you look only at the type of spirits, many of them have not come across rare things such as "Baal", ranked first in sequence, or "Asmodeus", ranked thirty-second... "
"Right...... no, so is that. Hmm......"
And so he roared, and his father began to think.
"Sorry for all the questions......"
"Yes. The rice was delicious, so as much"
"That's good.... Mr. Rachel, is Andrealphus' [nested penetrating wing] in your collection?
……
I'm breathtaking.
Dad, what are you thinking?
"Uh..." Rachel put her finger on her temple as she probed into her head,
"... Yes, I do. The art of erasing weight from yourself or what you touch…"
"Right. Then that's a further question. Do you have any plans?
Rachel tilted her neck properly.
"... no. Instead of plans, I'm even supposed to go..."
"That's good!
Father struck his hand with a full grin.
...... here we go. What my father thinks.
"Mr. Rachel - I have a suggestion, would you like to live in our house for a while?
"Huh?"
Blink your eyes, Rachel.
"Exactly... I can't be that sweet"
"Don't worry. I'll get the price straight. - I want our son to teach him spirituality."
... I knew it. I thought I'd say that.
Rachel tilts her neck and looks at me better.
"... if you're a spiritual teacher, I think there's as much else..."
"It will be a front miso, but my son Jack is a so-called genius for spirituality. I don't work there. He's been training like a hobby ever since he was eight months old."
"Wow! At eight months old......" Mr. Posford raised his voice.
I mean, don't tell me he's weird, Father.
"In that regard, Mr. Rachel, you have nothing to worry about. It is an elf that can be long for spirituality and can use the same [nested penetrating wing] as Jack.
And most importantly, it's a hundred years of experience. I want you to teach my son a lot more than just spiritual arts.
Well, why don't you ask me? If you want, you're going to get paid. "
"Hmmm......"
Rachel roared and began to think.
I decided to pinch my mouth in that gap. Something is wrong when you can leave the person behind and move on with the conversation.
"Dad, don't you want my opinion?
"What, you don't like it? A pretty girl tutor would almost cry and rejoice if he was a man."
"... you?
My mother grinned.
"Yes, no, a general theory. A general theory."
"Heh. Really?"
"Oh, yes..."
Father is weak.
... Well, I'd rather be taught by a pretty girl than an old man with a pride like the third teacher.
But I'm also proud of myself.
I've been doing this for the last six years, using the full range of intelligence I've carried over from my previous life.
Though an elf, a spiritual technique shouldn't lose that way.
I'm not going to take the teachings of a magician inferior to myself - but I'm just going to leave a few questions as to whether he's really going to give me the right teaching.
Whatever, it's not like teachers have ever been able to do it.
"... then"
Raquel said with his face up.
"In the meantime, I'd like to see your son's power...... and I think. Teachers or not, then."
"Oh. That would be good. Jack, okay?
"... Yes. Okay."
I took a seat.
What can I show you to surprise this blurry elf, with an arithmetic.
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"Hmm...... there's a lot going on"
Raquel glanced around the training ground for a moment.
In addition to sandboxes, there are rocky mountains for climbing practice, ponds for liquid levitation practice, and many more.
In it, it was an elongated rocky mountain that Rachel caught his eye on.
It's about seven meters high. The angle of the slope exceeds 70 degrees.
Rachel pointed to the top of it and said to me:
"Use the technique, get over there. You can just snag a little leg. But don't touch Rock Mountain on the way."
So you mean jump to the top of Rock Mountain with Pim in one jump?
"Okay."
Answer me, I walked up to the rocky mountain.
He looks up at the top seven meters above him, and then turns his gaze to the rugged rock skin in front of him.
Erm......
"Uh!"
I looked back at Rachel and said.
"'On the way' means you can touch it now, right!?
Rachel leaned her neck in surprise.
"Well, fine. Because I haven't jumped yet."
"Okay -!
All right.
I laughed lightly and licked my lips.
Something's getting fun. It sounds like a prank.
I touch Rock Mountain with my right hand.
And activated the spiritual art.
…… What? "
Immediately after, what happened, it's extremely simple.
I grabbed a rock-skinned stunt with my right hand.
- As it were, we pulled a whole rocky mountain off the ground.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?
"Wow!
Mr. Posford, who was coming to visit, slipped out of his hips and Phil raised his hands and cheered.
"No way... a rocky mountain that size..."
I gently knock on the lower edge of the rocky mountain, Conn.
Then, seven meters - nearly ten meters including the part that was buried on the ground - the rocky mountain rotated 180 degrees longitudinally, kuru.
Hence, nature.
The place that was on the top comes in front of me.
I let him touch my fingertips there.
"You could just scratch your leg a little bit - it was, wasn't it?
Are you listening or not - Rachel was blurry, looking up at the rocky mountains floating in the universe with the upside down inverted.
"Obviously, 500 kilos is not a good idea... Could that child be..."
"Oh. Apparently 'Book Spirit Possession (Roost)'"
Dad says.
Rachel held her mouth,
"I see... Roost... of the" Andrealphus of Distinguished Separation "... I've never seen that much output..."
Moment - my heart, jumped.
Teachers so far, when I did this, did only three patterns in large part.
Do you want to stand up?
Will you be furious?
Quietly give up.
But - Rachel's reaction was different from any of that.
The other side of the hidden hand.
A faint peek into the gap between your fingers, lips.
It's cherry blossom - now, for sure.
In the form of a laugh, it was distorted.
"It's hard to work out... it seems possible"
There is a faint seepage of joy in that whining voice.
In the end, I was the one who was surprised.
No way, my talent.
God gave me this anomaly.
I can't believe he's laughing and admitting it.
"His teacher...... I'll take care of it"
When Rachel clearly said that, his father said, "Oh!" and laughed happily.
"Fine... hmm?
While I'm still a little confused, I ask. I struggled to maintain my salutation.
Rachel raised her mouth angle faintly,
"Originally, I don't hate raising people that much.... and it's frustrating to see that my talents aren't being used properly"
"What?"
Is that it? Was it just dis?
"Maybe you're complacent about yourself, like you're the strongest..."
Saying.
Rachel's body floated into the universe with flutter.
"- It's still sweet, kid."
It was just after that.
Rachel's body flies off the ground like a rocket.
And he spun his body flutteringly high in the sky - reversing heaven and earth.
Plus.
Try to detonate the force that's stuck in your folded knee.
- Kick the void, kick.
"Ah......!?
Raquel, who turned sharply in the air with nothing, flips again with the same procedure.
And, even more, even more -.
By analogy, there was an invisible box in the air and it was like a superball bouncing around in it.
Rachel runs freely through the air.
Use the two-step jump I can only do up to three steps, over and over again.
- You can't do this.
"Whew!?
Suddenly, I heard voices from behind.
Look, there's already no sign of Rachel in the sky. He landed behind me.
I tried to look back, but before that I was hugged from behind.
"Gotcha."
Whispered in his ear, a tingling sensation pierces his spine.
The sweet smell drifting from the long blue hair irritated my nose.
"The output is amazing, but the control is not at all. That's why I can't use these delicate techniques."
He seems to be giving me classes early, but this isn't the place.
Let it be, on your back......! I don't know from the top of my clothes, but this guy, he's, uh... so...!
"Ah, ahhh... away, please...!
"Respect is good. But to call me master. Okay?"
"Wow, I get it - I get it! Because I get it! Master!"
"Nice."
Say, Rachel - the master will finally let me go.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
I was about to turn seven and have a second sexual trait......
"Again... I, Rachel"
The master just loosened his cheek a little and offered me his hand.
"From today on yours, Master.... Nice to meet you, Jack"
I hold that hand... forehand.
Thus, I have a master of spirituality.