Hachinan tte, Sore wa Nai Deshou! (WN)

"Is it magic?"

"Yes, it's magic."

When I started reading the book, it was time for lunch, and I was heading to the dining room of the mansion with the intent of desperation.

Lunch menu was a vegetable and shredded meat soup seasoned only with black bread and salt, as in the morning, but in this world we think we are happy just to be able to eat rice.

After finishing the meal, I asked Erich, who was sitting next to him, about the magic.

By the way, my parents and my two older brothers seem to be busy consulting on the newly reclaimed land, and they don't seem to care about me.

"Magical books are mostly in my father's study. Some crystal balls are used to practice magic."

In this world, there seems to be no magic technology hidden from the public.

Actually, those detailed books are placed in my father's study, which is far from magic.

"Similar to crystal balls, other magic-related books are cheaper than other books."

The reason is simple: it's because there are extremely few people with magical talents.

In addition, magical talents have no heritability.

There is a high possibility that a child with a genius magic will suddenly be born to a child of a peasant, and anyway, an environment that makes it easy for ordinary people to obtain magic-related books and end their lives without knowing that they have magical talents He is trying to get rid of it.

By the way, the grant is provided by the kingdom.

An excellent wizard is a person who benefits the nation.

"Every human has weak magic, but that magic doesn't work. It's said that only one in a thousand people can use magic."

Five of them, five out of ten can fire, and they can drink a glass of water a day.

It seems that you can do only that much.

"A witch who can put out a fireball that burns monsters will probably hire royals and nobles for a high salary.

If you go there, it is about one in thousands, so you may not find it easily.

Because the number of people living in this country is known from books with about 50 million people, there are only about 10,000 to 20,000 people who can use reasonable magic.

"later……"

It seems that wizards have some tendencies.

Become a user of attack magic, such as fireballs, ice arrows, rock spikes, and cranes.

Someone who raises attack power, defense power, agility, anti-magic defense, etc., and fights in human bullet fighting.

People who are active outside of combat systems, such as sending communications, talking to distant people, and moving to destinations at high speed.

And finally, those who refine high-purity metals from ores and use magic crystals to store magic power, and are good at creating convenient magic tools.

The more you go to the latter, the smaller the number of people, and if you talk about extremes, it seems that you can make money.

"It's magic. Your dreams will spread."

"yeah, I guess so……"

My brother, Erich, had a subtle smile.

A dreaming child It may have been thought that it was the thing, but as expected the content is 25 years old, so I am not dreaming so much.

It just came from a kind of calculation that if you had such an attitude, adults would look at me with smile.

"I also remember practicing magic every day when I was around Vell."

Erich talks to remember the old days.

And Vell seems to be my abbreviation or nickname.

It was unclear how Wenderin would shrink to Vell.

"I'm going to practice magic right away."

"Do your best"

After a quick meal, I rushed to the study, but it was only Erich, who spoke to me.

The other family was crazy about training swords and talking about new settlements, and had no interest in me.

He's not a terrible family because he feeds his useless children to a minimum and doesn't impose any hard work, but now he just wants to be independent.