The blade dropped dagger pattern was filled with a number of stunning gems.
The biggest of them shines a strange glow just in the middle of the pattern.
They say it's the stone on Veevre's forehead, and this is Mr. Bradamante's mother's figure.
His Virgin Bradamante is raised by an age-old vivre and has an anecdote that she was entrusted with the stone of her forehead to a cherry orchid cleric who had an affinity with her mother on the floor of her mother's death.
So in the Empire, if you gave your daughter the name Bradamanthe, it is a lesson to have a blade-dropped dagger with a garnet that is said to be the stone of Vivre's forehead.
Perhaps Mr. Bradamante's mother was very confident around keeping up with that custom properly.
How sad your parents would be for such a daughter to follow the path of the Virgin Bradamante and become a witch and go missing......
No, it's not.
Not if that's what you're thinking right now. You can't think about such an important thing mixed with the goth over here.
Take a deeper breath and touch the dagger garnet with your fingertips.
"Spirit in the dagger, show me your memory. If you show me, I'll polish you shiny."
I told him as he sang half way, "Eh, light!?," Mr. Viktor groaned.
"Is it light?
"No, because... I've heard that magic chant a long time ago, but it was more upbeat, wasn't it?
"Ha, but Master Rosmarius said to the Spirit who lives in things, 'If you show me your memory, I'll do this,' he'll show you in an equivalent exchange. Once I've decorated the Gothic word, it'll take a while for the Spirit to understand, so be brief."
Everything seems to be quite different from the Spirit and our language, and they have medium difficulty in translating it.
It's like translating Japanese into a foreign language if you're talking about it in a previous life.
That's why it's easier to convey it concisely than to decorate the Gothic language.
Don't tell me anything, you think I'd rather give you the magic while imagining the magic you want to use, and draw from it what you want me to do?
Then why chant, for some reason it stinks and it doesn't.
But even if I don't say so, the teachers seem to have noticed.
"Are you kidding me about making it harder to use it with less people to use it? It's a hell of a long chant about the top of attack magic."
"It's just going to be hard to activate over time."
Yes, the chant of top offensive witchcraft is long if you do it.
The reason I almost never use the top of offensive witchcraft is the primary reason I'm scared of friendly fires because of the wide range of effects and the power, but the second reason is because the spell is too long to remember.
"But" Mr. Viktor shook his head in the words of Mr. Lara and Dr. Romanov.
"Chanting is a necessary routine to work out enough magic to give to the Spirit. Mouth the spell creates a combination of magic and magic images that have been worked out by taking magic vegetables into your body. And when the chanting time is long, the Spirit notices the sorcerer and comes a lot closer."
You're right, but it seems that those who can instantly combine magic and image give a lot of magic to a handful of spirits, and those who do it with chanting are just letting a lot of spirits equally deliver magic, making little difference in power. Lady Rosmarius.
As he talked hard, Mr. Rottenmeyer pointed at his forehead and on his desk.
"Um, the dagger is glowing from earlier..."
"Oh! Apparently you've agreed to it"
Touch the dagger wrapped in glitter and gold phosphorescence with your fingertips again and now pour more magic into it.
Then the image began to flow with color in my head so that it refluxed.
The regeneration of memory seems to have begun where the dagger was made, with a hint of a feeling that it's going to be a bit long.
So to ask the Spirit.
"Mr. Spirit, I'm sorry, can you show me this for about a month and a half before I come to your mansion here?
Speaking, the two and the images in the brain break off.
Then just a little while later, video streamed into my brain again.
An aunt with good black tailoring sleeves, pulled out of the dark and stuck hair on the front.
He's wearing made-up clothes and he's so nibbly.
"... this is that, the curse dagger?
I'm a little hard to hear, but the woman's voice.
Apparently, the dagger started playing the pivotal scene perfectly.
Tell the teachers, Mr. Rottenmeyer and Mr. Bradamante to keep an eye on the curtain, and I turn my palm to the curtain on the window.
Curtain the slide magic (Fantasmagolia) to see what's happening in my brain.
I just had my dagger stop regenerating my memory and show the scene I just saw on the curtain. And when the regeneration chases you, the dagger shows you your memory again.
'... it's Master Left. Minor bad luck comes to the owner, but that's all. Something a child would always move around and fall over. where that number has increased about once......'
'So you won't be suspicious. You're making money treating me like this?
"People's misfortune tastes like honey."
It's strange because if people think they're a bastard, they even seem to be a bastard the way they laugh.
Zogging at men and women laughing, both in the brain and on the screen of the curtains.
The view spinned.
A woman must have taken the dagger in her hand. The twirling sight showed the face of a man who would be the Lord of black sleeves.
My face is laughing.
But I'm worried about my eyes. There was an atmosphere like a snake playing the woman with the dagger.
Don't hook up with these eyes.
Like I've felt it somewhere.
No, there's only one snake-eyed man I know - my mother's servant, Sebastian.
But it shouldn't matter now.
Mostly, the man's face is lit or sunny, and it's not clear inside.
The outline is doubly skewed, and it's very hard to see.
A slutty young man is hiding in his uncle like a fat bulldog.
"This merchant uses witchcraft of perception inhibition and disfiguration..."
"… makes this merchant suspicious too"
Mr. Viktor, who narrows his eyes and looks at the screen of the curtains, and Dr. Romanov, who nods at the words.
Lara looked like she was still there.
"I'm a merchant who sells spells by figuring them out. I guess there's something dark behind it."
But this merchant is not guilty of a great deal in this matter.
'Cause "it's a curse" explains it right.
It really depends on the side that bought it, so the fine is about the same as the amount that I know and sold.
Later on, I don't know if this maid is Irma, but that's if you ask Ms. Utsunomiya or Anna to make sure.
One more push, aren't you going to say something definitive...
With that in mind, Mr. Bradamante, who was watching the screen, tilted his neck as small as a little bird.
Before asking what's wrong, the maid moves.
He took a small cloth bag out of his apron pocket and offered a piece of silver from it to the merchant.
'Damn, it's ridiculous to spend a single piece of gold on such a kid's birthday. It would have been cute if she looked a little like your daughter, but she just resembles her father and hates him...!
'It's...'
"Even though I leave you to keep your mansion, you can't even bring that money. It's luxurious for useless pieces..."
The maid's eyes, telling him to scorn, stared dark and gave me a little goosebump.
What is this attitude that just calls denigrating or abusing others a natural right of one's own?
The man, who would be the merchant facing the maid, seems to be pulling a little too.
When the silver coin is in his hand, the man clears his shitty and luggage.
I felt hooked on the way it was going.
Because this Irma and the Bumpy Maid, the habit of throwing up "I can't believe I used one gold coin for such a child" earlier, gave the merchant only one silver coin.
I wonder where the rest of the money disappeared?
Could it be my nostalgia?
As he pressed his eyebrows against the unpleasant feeling, the maid rang her nose amid the sight of the dagger's memory.
'Hey you, bring it to me when you get another interesting one. If you like it, you don't have to buy it.'
'Thank you. But are you sure? Merchants like me come and go. "
This is Count Kikunai's apartment, isn't it? What's the inconvenience of having a merchant in and out?
In the words the woman vomits, indoors freeze.
Indeed, "Count Kikunai," the woman said.
Bingo.
When I stroke my jaw, I exchange my eyes with the teachers and Mr. Rottenmeyer.
But the images are still there.
"Still, you're a walnut, aren't you?
"haha......"
"Even if you don't notice the curse over there, the kid just treats you a little unlucky in the eye because of that guy, and if Atashi doesn't know that the curse has been found out, then that guy just shames you. If it's funny!
"It's a famous story that Elf's Three Heroes are staying with Kikunai-sama. All you have to do is look a little sore in the eyes. '
A slender man had cold eyes in the man shaking his stomach.
To the way the man looks, Mr. Bradamante still tilts his neck.
Am I hooked on something?
When I ask, Mr. Bradamante puts his hand on his cheek.
"No, I actually looked familiar to a snake-like man I've been seeing since earlier..."
"Huh?"
"Perhaps a little while ago I was conscious..."
According to Mr. Bradamante, the snake-like man lived in a house of the same format as Kikunai's mansion, and Mr. Bradamante's dagger was decorated there.
It would be aristocratic when it comes to the same format as Kikunai's mansion.
"... Shall we look at the past for a moment"
If some nobleman is chewing, the story will be different again.
So ask the dagger to rewind my memory from it.
From where the merchant was talking to the maid, watching the image play backwards as she was punished in the box and even more in her luggage, I could see how she had now returned to some mansion, a room in a condition similar to Kikunai's mansion.
There are a lot of daisy-like flowers on the wallpaper, and there are daisy sculptures on the furniture.
Is it the room where the merchant stays?
When the dagger is put out of the box and placed on a candy table, the earlier black sleeve stops in the eye.
After a shiny glow, some guy's whining about bumps, but it doesn't sound like a meaningful word because it's reverse playback.
Me and Dr. Romanov, Mr. Rottenmeyer, looked out for the man who gradually appeared.
"Why, he did!?
"This is..."
"This man only..."
Out of the question.
It was my mother's servant Sebastian who was there.