Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

Saiya woke up at about 9 a.m. today, when a promise to the Holy Knight Arthur-One was imminent two days later. The carelessness I feel in my body is probably due to the fact that I haven't rested well here lately.

"Huh."

Seiya wakes her body up with a big yawn. At that time, I'm driven by a desire to lie down just a little more, but that's not how it works.

Because you can't make contact with Saint Knight Arthur-One current and disrupt your lifestyle and make your body unwell.

"Ugh, and your body's heavy"

Seiya realizes the weight of her body as she touches her shoulders. And some muscle pain along with that.

"Too much magic..."

Seiya concludes that she uses too much magic to weigh her body and cause some muscle pain. As Seyya thinks, body malaise was due to overuse of magic.

Seyya came a considerable distance by the time she came to this Dacrya Empire with a 'magically powered fully automatic two-wheeler'. At that time, it is naturally Seiya who drives the "magically supplied fully automatic two-wheeler", and of course the magic used is the magic of Seiya.

And Seiya had quite a few days to supply her magic power to the "magic-supplied all-automatic two-wheeler" almost all day. Thus, he fell into a kind of magic deficiency.

But there is a magician who can use the sacred attributes. It has immediately restored the magic lost in the Holy Class and moved the 'Magic Supplied Fully Automatic Two-Wheeler' without stopping.

However, sacred attributes are not that competent. The sacred attributes that cause all things to occur can naturally also cause magic to occur, but there are limits to that too.

Sometimes, if you use too much, you naturally take the limit.

The magic of sacred attributes is a little special, unlike any other magic. Here was the reason why there was hardly any user of the sacred attributes in the first place.

In the first place, magic is vitality and vitality for magicians. If you break down the existence of a magician and take out only magic, it is said that the color of that magic will be pure white magic.

Pure white magic is what true magic looks like and becomes energy. And by smelting that magic in the magician's body, it stains the color of the magician's proper attributes, making it a magic that is usually visible.

In other words, the yellow magic wrapped up in Seiya's commonly used "Wrapped Light" is already processed magic and cannot be called magic in the true sense. But the magicians, who remain pure white magic and cannot use magic, refer to magic processed by smelting as magic.

This is how real magic works.

But the magic of sacred attributes is not included in this concept. The magic of Holy Attributes, which is independent of what we call magic in Leiria.

In the first place, the magic power of the sacred attribute is a dissimilar magic power from the magic power of pure white, and the quality as magic is different.

If you say so, pure white magic is a mass-produced, easy-to-process magic, and the magic of sacred attributes is an unprocessable magic that cannot be mass-produced.

And it is this pure white magic that is caused by the magic of the sacred attribute, not the magic of the sacred attribute. So it is impossible to infinitely generate magic with the magic of the Holy Attribute, and once the magic of the Holy Attribute is exhausted, no more occurrences can be used.

The only way for the magic of Holy Attributes to recover is to take the time to wait for their natural recovery.

Being a different kind of magic than this ordinary magic was why magicians who could handle sacred attributes were rare. It is impossible to create from ordinary magic without proper and sacred attributes in the first place.

This is the existence of the sacred attribute.

Seiya used the Sacred Attribute to drive the 'magically powered fully automatic two-wheeler' to its limit, so the remaining amount of the Sacred Attribute is already quite severe.

Therefore, for the next two days he had decided to rest with all his might and to strive to recover his sacred attributes.

"Huh?

So Seiya realizes there is. That is that the bed next to Seyya is empty. There's supposed to be D'Arta sleeping there, a fellow on this assignment, but for some reason he doesn't.

Seiya wonders and looks over at us, but there is no sign that someone has broken in. I mean, D'Arta would have woken up on her own volition and left this room.

"No way... dude..."

Seiya comes to the conclusion that D'Arta woke herself up and left this room, sweating cold. Anyway, it's that Dalta, can you think about that poncho maid getting up early and getting out of the room herself?

D'Arta is absolutely the weak type in the morning, and Seiya thinks he's the kind of person who says five more minutes and sleeps twice, even if he wakes up. But circumstantial evidence shows that.

"Hmm..."

Saiya left the room with her neck clenched.

The accommodation where the Saiyas are staying is one of the best hotels in the Dacrya Empire, so there are multiple rooms. There were three rooms each on the tenth floor where the Saiyas were staying, and it felt like a bedroom, tub, or hall.

And it is the bedroom where Seyya is currently, and if you open the door, it leads to the hall.

Seyya took a gentle, deep breath and opened the door. Then there was an incredible sight.

"Ah, Saiya, good morning"

"Da, dalta......?

Who was in the hall at the end of the door, it was Dalta, a chestnut-haired girl wearing a pure white apron and holding a frying pan in one hand. Besides, there is a delicious looking dish spread out in front of D'Arta, and at a glance you can see that it was breakfast.

"We just had breakfast, so why don't we eat?

"Oh, wow."

Seiya, who was flattered, takes her seat as Dalta tells her. And I carried the breakfast lined up on the table to my mouth as I was told.

The first thing Seiya carried in her mouth is an eyeball grill of seemingly melting, semi-ripe eggs.

Cut into large bites, carry to mouth and chew seiya.

"What do you say?

"Good."

"Really!? Yay!"

D'Arta is thrilled with Saiya's thoughts. Seiya stares at such a Dalta thing with such an incredible look.

"Hey, what?

"Are you sure it's Dalta?

"What do you mean!?

D'Arta screams at unexpected words.

"No, 'cause it's not the D'Arta I know who gets up early and makes me breakfast"

"What... I was a servant, too, and I lived alone during the Episcopal Church. And self-catering."

"Really? But it's true that Dalta is in the same room as Melena..."

"After Melena left. If people didn't come to my room, I'd be alone forever."

"Really?"

When Seyya answers, D'Arta says Boso.

"That's why I've never sifted rice to anyone before..."

"Hmm, what?

"Yeah, it's nothing. Try this bread. It's self-confidence."

"Ooh."

Breakfast for two goes on like this. And on the border of this day, between the two of them, D'Arta became on meal duty, and he rarely went out to eat.