I kept being called incompetent at home, but it seemed super competent globally

"Heh heh, that was just it!

Then a while later.

As the three of us waited in front of the house, Mr. Kurta arrived with a full smile.

Negotiations with my neighbor, he said, went so well.

He's in a lot of a mood with a cross nose.

"As a wizard, I retired a long time ago, so you can use it as you please. I don't mind using the magic stones in the workshop."

"Ooh!! You're fat!

I was just trying to make up for the ingredients by hand, which was a thankful offer.

If this happens, I'll have to hang the best magic I can do!

When I grasp my fist, I gently wrap my arms around it and re-engage myself.

"Well, do you want to go"

"Can I follow you, too? It's not hard to see."

"Fine."

"Well, follow me"

Follow Kurta's guide and enter the house next door.

Then an old lady with long grey hair showed up.

Is she the former wizard of the master of this house?

Was he a fairly high-ranking wizard back in the day, somewhat of an elegant figure?

"This is your neighbor, Mr. Marine."

"Nice to meet you, my name is Sieg. Thank you for lending me your workshop today"

"Nice to meet you. Hehe, he's a polite kid."

Laughing at him for saying so, Mr. Marine slowly made the call.

As we follow her, we eventually reach a small workshop on the corner of the house.

Yeah, that's a pretty good place.

There is a large window on the wall so that the sunlight can plug in reasonably well.

Eventually, when I laid my hands on the workbench placed at the window, I gently poured magic into the engraved magic formation.

"Heh... that's a lot better maintained. As a wizard, I heard you retired a while back."

"You know what I mean?

"Yeah, because magic formations you haven't used in a while will have bad magic streets. This smooth flow means that we were running magic regularly."

When I said that, Mr. Marine looked a little surprised.

I think it's something I'll soon realize...

Apparently, as for her, she didn't.

"You look like a very promising wizard."

"No, that's not true."

"You don't have to be modest. If it's to be used by people like you, the tools here would be the main hope. Use as much as you like."

"Ha ha... thanks! I'll take care of it."

"See you later, then"

With that said, Mr. Kurta first left the scene.

Come on, now.

When I take the red coat out of my magic bag, I figure out what kind of magic to impart first.

"Physical enhancement is a must, and fire and cold protection is basic. I also want resistance to temper..."

Unfortunately, there was a limit to the number of magic that could be granted.

Fortunately, the upper limit of the material prepared this time appears to be quite high, but there are nevertheless limits.

What to make resistant and what to truncate.

The adjustment around here was also the show of my arms as a wizard.

"I'd also like to put in resistance to acid. But..."

It's about Sister Liza, so I'm sure she'll try on that slime again in this clothes.

So resistance to acid is essential.

But how the hell can I prevent it?

The armor that Sister Liza wore in the first place was hung with the magic of Sister Ciel's grant.

Preventing acids that cannot be prevented by that would mean exceeding the sage's sister, albeit in part.

You won't be able to do anything half-baked.

"My sister probably put on resistance to acid, too. I knew it would be impossible to challenge that acid that came over it, directly from the front. Hmmm......"

Yeah, but not like this. Otherwise, I can twist my head desperately and circle my thoughts.

Sister Ciel is someone who makes no compromises about magic.

Even in its granting magic, the gap does not exist at all.

For example, we need to take measures that my sister didn't think of.

"Think, think...!

Write the surgical formula on the paper and erase it; write and erase it.

I desperately try to put my ideas together, but I don't get much good stuff out of it.

While we're doing this, only time just passes.

It was evening when I noticed, and the western sun came through the window.

Soon, it seems a few hours have passed.

"Hey, how's it going?

Eventually Mr. Kurta, who had finished preparing his meal, called me to dinner.

She looks sinister, looks at me, looks a little worried.

"Didn't it go well?

"... yeah, well. I can't think of a better way to prevent acid."

"Um, I'm also out of my specialty in magic, so hey. Nino's ninja skills are a little different, so it might be difficult to lend wisdom."

I just have to be sorry, Mr. Kurta, shrugging my shoulders.

Then here, Mr. Marine, who has been watching me for a long time now, tells me in a calm tone.

"If you don't shut up, you can stay up all night in this workshop. Because that's how we all grow up unscrupulous when we say young wizards"

Mr. Marine's eyes seemed to miss the past somewhere.

Was there a time in the past when she was impotent like that, too?

If you ask me, my sister can afford it now, but I used to live a life of research and pickling.

You've been up all week, and you've been insensitive about sleeping for three whole days.

"... ok. I'll try to stick with more too."

"hehe, good luck"

"I'll help you cook a night meal too."

This is how my long trial and error began...