When I get back from Mr. Filka's workshop, the rest is cactus. Good night...... that's not how it works.
I'm not so good at swallowing. If you really want to wear something, you need to practice it over and over.
Late at night may not be a good idea as a 10 year old, but, well, that's in the direction of getting missed.
Though after the sun went down, the summer of the margaroids was hot.
If I open the window, the heat will blow in.
Glad I made a pendant for the Water Spirit the other week. Thanks to this I am somewhat comfortable.
The sky was as if it had spilled a milk bottle.
It fills the night with such immensity that the runoff of starlight is still about to fall.
It would have been called the River of Heaven in a previous life, and it is called "the sky" in the margaroids.
According to legend, the earth was once ruled by gods living in heaven.
They were terribly atrocious and sometimes crushed humans by calling them leisure time crushers.
The intolerable people wished on the wise. Please let us free ourselves from hell,.
The wise man responded, burning down the heavenly realm with arrows of light. It is the trail of the sky...
By the way.
The sage killed the gods without a pillar left, but it seems that the remains were the basis of magic and alchemy.
My doll magic is too much power for one human to have, but it's not like I don't know if it was originally God's.
I wonder what's at this end, though it's been expanding what we can do more and more since we started learning alchemy.
... it was starting to make me want to know, not about the Whisperers or my own future.
Let's do our best today.
The wind will take it gently if it flickers out.
There were no footsteps on the landing. Thank you, Spirit of the Wind.
The corner of the backyard, surrounded by bushes, was loaned as a "practice area".
I don't care what the accomplishments have been, the ground is a little backward, or the tree branches are triple-and-a-half twisted.
I draw formations with sceptred canes out of the calf tree. This is the most primitive alchemy.
What is alchemy?
Trying to produce orihalcon from crude iron.
Trying to create a panacea out of muddy water.
I mean, elevating things to full existence.
If you are human... would you be immortal?
(Lady, go ahead)
Cajero gave me a rusty copper sword. Place it inside the alchemy furnace and cover the soil from the top.
It's one of the basic exercises.
Smelt swords and soil to take rust. If I make it shiny, I make it rust the other way. Repeat this even.
At first it took two nights to "round trip" but eventually it was shorter to an hour.
In time, the sword will crack in a mess. Poor smelting reduces the lifespan of things.
In the next step you will be aware of politeness as well as speed.
The goal is twenty round-trips with one sword.
This sword has gone all the way to 19 round-trips as of yesterday.
One more round trip, where I want to manage to do well.
Concentrate, concentrate.
All right.
Half first.
It is cleaner than the new one from the store.
Let's degrade it next time.
...... hmm?
The first thing I noticed was the doll knight Valf.
There he is.
If you turn to Cajero, your gaze will stagger. That made sense. Nod at each other.
(This is the offense, that's the protection)
Someone was stuck in the garden of the Louis Mansion.
I didn't know because I had no intention of killing after I had completely erased the signs.
Cajero stood still to protect the princess. The animals in the garden are also instructed to form formations.
Valf was kicking the ground and popping out at a shell-like speed.
Someone was looking at the princess from the shade a little further away.
It doesn't feel like I'm about to do harm.
I'm just watching.
Though.
(peeps, not good)
Valf did not have a sword. Slash if you're sure you're a bad guy. This time it's a delicate place, so I'll keep it to myself.
Still, it's a lot of speed and power.
"Oops!
The opponent was magically holding Valf in his arms with a good shock.
"That's a lot of cute knights. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to do anything about your husband."
The guy was smiling like toast with plenty of honey.
"I'm Feria, Philka Leewas' sister. Never mind how you talk and dress like this.
I've been traveling until recently. I was pretending to be a man because I had a lot of problems with women. "
The young black-haired swordsman named himself that in a mellow voice.
The neutral face is a lot neater, and I'm sure a lot of women have told me.
A little intimacy, though it may be on its own.
In my previous life, I was only confessed to the same sex...
"I was actually going to show my face tomorrow morning.
If you try the street, there are noises in the backyard. Just a peek, and the beautiful princess takes my eyes off me. "
What a sweet line. If this was a man, I might have punched him.
But forgive me because I'm a woman. Besides, when I was in high school, I used to talk like this all the time.
"You were practicing alchemy. Wouldn't it be amazing to work late this evening? Are you Brother Philka's apprentice?
"Yes, I am very kind to Mr. Filka"
"Oh, I can't believe that brother can keep someone close by. Sometimes it's unusual. Could she be your lover?
How can that be?
Though I'm only 10 years old and I'm not supposed to be around the age of being suspected of getting along with Mr. Filka, who is 18.