Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

I was, like, a girl with no weird ideas.

Originally born in a rural area as close to the city of Nidea and helping its parents, I was found a magical talent and was to master by some whimsical old magician who stopped by.

Master, it sounds good, but it was half forced.

Naturally, still little I didn't want to leave my parents, but the training of magicians is something that every nation is working on. A good magician is also said to deserve hundreds and sometimes thousands of soldiers on his own, so he can't help it.

And it seems that the old magician was able to sense the magic power of others, and he had been ordered by the state to gather such people to work out and be a force of war.

Orders from the state, then my parents, who are just peasants, can't be defied. The day after that, I was taken to the king's capital.

And a few years later, I had become one of the leading users of fire magic in the Wang capital. The old magician (whose name seems to be Verrier) said, "I have a lot of magic from the beginning, and thus I grow faster than the others. Besides, I'm used to fire".

I am accustomed to fire, which I now think will be the case compared to the nobles. In the countryside where I was, the fire was a kid's job, and when I use fire in cooking, I start a fire. I haven't had a burn once or twice either.

But if it worked and I could be top notch as a magician, nothing went wrong. Because as soon as possible, he wanted to get away from this old magician and return to his hometown, and that's what he hoped for.

And it took as long as ten years for it to come true: when I was nineteen, I was finally certified by the old magician as a one-man magician, worshipped by His Majesty the King, and became a magician with a lord of the city of Nidea as close to my hometown.

By then, as a result of repeated demonic crusades and so on as part of the training, it was called "Anna of Fire," etc., and in view of its consequences and homeland, it was decided to assign it to Nidea, the closest of the larger city to the Great Forest of Gardina.

By the way, the fire came from where I was creating small fireballs and sniping demons in order to curb the consumption of magic.

He then took up his duties in Nidea, greeted his lord, Lady Greffenberg, and after several days of work, headed to his hometown.

There, the scenery was almost the same as it was ten years ago. It wasn't an inspiring reunion, waiting for me to head to the house where my parents lived, indulging in an unexpected cry.

There he was, with his parents, a little boy. The age was maybe, a child who would be about six or seven years old, adored by his parents and had a frank grin. And what my parents noticed about me turned to me was a bewildered, and awe-inspiring look.

Anna of Fire, so called an arm-written magician, comes to Nidea. The story was already widespread in Nidea. And naturally, it was passed on to villages close to Nidea through merchants and those who were going to earn money.

I guessed in an instant. "Oh, I'm no longer a child to these people," he said.

I'm sure you'll deny it if you tell them in person. But it's too unrealistic to be detached by the time I'm not even ten years old, I've been out of speech for ten years, and if I think I showed up again, I was becoming a famous magician, etc.

I made a small meeting and left the place without saying anything.

My parents didn't come after me.

Then, I lived in my work, mainly the crusade of demons that come out of the Great Forest from time to time, the escort when I go on inspections, the aid of paperwork, etc.

Even when it got dark, I was proud of the fire magic that encouraged me to work as a light, or it got worse.

There is no such thing as sex shack. Six years had passed as a result of even continuing to punch me into work so that I didn't have time to remember that face of my parents. In the meantime, I haven't been back to my hometown village once.

For me, who has lived to gain only my magical talents without the presence of a friend, without the hobbies that existed around my age, my strength was beyond question. Instead, if I took that from myself, there would be nothing left, that's what I thought. And when I became so proud to be a magician to anyone, yes, no less than that old magician, that one came.

It was said that by now it was even uncertain that it existed, Dragnil.

Master Georg Stanford.

"Well, you're a famous magician that year, it's a big deal...... but this time there's no use for a wooden end like that. It's your Lord I need to talk to you about, Raymond."

wooden end. In the words, I learned the feeling of the blood boiling in my body. To date, I have cited many battles as a magician. I was recognized from around me, and I never doubted my strength. He said something about me, like, "wooden end."

"Kee... let me tell you..."

Even if not, he's had that nasty attitude in his eyes since he walked into this room. To this rambling of quotes, I had no patience. Now that I think about it, what a foolish and shallow action it would be.

I unleashed my magic on him. That, too, is a spiritual blow to me.

Flames big enough to scorch the ceilings and floors of the room.

But it was supposed to reach him.

I didn't even know what they did. When I realized, my magic was undone, and the end of the magic disappeared, there was a figure of him sitting calmly, even smiling.

"... he said he waited until the chant to see how much the human magician and the others had done, but to this extent"

The colour of contempt, clearly visible in the words.

"Besides, what makes me even more angry is that you turned your fangs on me with that degree of ability. Stupid little girl, let me ask you one thing, what would it be like to die?

Released at the same time as the word, heavy pressure. That was unbearable, not even for me, after so many real fights. Instinct speaks, "Do not defy, do not fight, fight and you will die".

"Do you drown while you're on earth? You want your whole body chopped up by an invisible wind blade? Or try burying it in the ground and choking it loosely? You want to be burned little by little from the tip of your body? Come on, pick it up. Pick it up."

Death sentence. All I could do was beg for an ugly life.

"Please forgive me... please forgive me... I will never forgive you again and I will listen to anything you say... so please..."

I didn't feel humiliated. Instead, I even felt this was the right thing to do.

I was then transported to the infirmary without breathing and lost consciousness as it was.

"Are you awake?

"... me... what?

"Totally...... Anna, I admit your magical arm, but there are some opponents in the world who can't be helped by humans. There won't be a next time. Give me a break."

It was Master Greffenberg's words that greeted me when I woke up in the infirmary. I even thought that if I did something wrong, it would be handy, but apparently that didn't happen.

"... well... me, consciousness..."

As you awaken, your memories come back clear.

"Sorry...... there was no"

"Good, fortunately, Mr. Stanford didn't seem to care either"

"... does that mean it's literally just a wooden end for him, such as me"

"... so, it will. No, from that one who is a dragnil, all humans and so on are only equally wooden. Don't be so sick."

Master Greffenberg's words fall out of my ear. What was on my head was just the overwhelming look of that one, nestled in a fierce grin. The strength of the dragon that dwelled the blood of the ancient dragon. And my own dwarfness.

In front of you, I am just a human woman, and if the world is the world, I am only a prey.

If you think of your impudence, your stupidity, you want to be eaten away.

"… Your Excellency"

"What?

"If, in case, you ever get in a bad mood, don't hesitate to give yourself this. If we think of our stupidity, we will make amends for this life..."

"Come on, a magician like you doesn't even work that way. I'm not saying anything rare."

"But!! Instead of turning the blade on that one, I even used magic!! Didn't you also say on that occasion that your life will be preserved? My life is already in his hands..."

"Don't guide me. She said she would continue to interact with me. Sure, at first glance, you may be arrogant, but you're never the kind to do anything shallow. I'll do something about it from now on."

"... ok. We apologize for the inconvenience……"

"What, the magician who finally visited this neighborhood? I won't stand in the way."

Georg had judged her as a "young, talented, but late, arrogant magician," but it was a mistake. She is a hard worker and the roots of what is bad when it comes to eyesight can be honest women. Therefore, it is also heavily used by Greffenberg.

Anna then kept the demon crusade to a minimum and solemnly worked outdoors. When Georg visits, he becomes almost out of the table in the form of caution in his room.

Even in the meantime, I did not fail only to train magic, and in later years, when the Greffenberg family began to serve Georg, I would finally be reunited with Georg, but from Georg in doing so.

"You put your arms up, you look different. Please do me a favor from now on."

He said he was hung up and cried out on the spot.

For several years, she was finally released, constantly imprisoned for self-blame, and then married and had children at the age of 35, which is rare on this continent. The child will also be blessed with his qualities as a magician and will serve and support the Greffenberg family for two generations, but that is another story a while back.