When the world was boiling down to the engagement stories of the brave men of the east, officials of research institutes on magic from all over the world, etc. spent their days exploring the causes of the immense opening and convergence of magic. Fountain Square of Liesertia, in a small city of Stellatia, a state located in the southeast of the continent. It was, at first glance, just a traveller, but it was undoubtedly overflowing with seconded personnel from other countries, creating a space with a somewhat different atmosphere. The facial acquaintance of the research institute, etc. is quite busy for those who take gestures such as "hey" face-to-face in a narrow square, create a bitter reluctance to "have you come too" and know the circumstances.
In one such group, researchers, to be young, speak of a man with bossy green hair on his head.
"What the hell happened here... who's for what... this"
and.
It seemed that the man was looking for some kind of trace in his arms, holding a whimsical meter that looked like he was making himself, not here, not here.
One impudent man crosses such a busy square.
pointing the measuring surface of the instrument here and there. Too many researchers who hit that passers-by shadow.
"Oh. Excuse me."
"... no. I was watching this one."
I'm sorry, to the man who politely apologizes, blurry, to the small people of the ancient city state, you're a very dirty man. He simply thought behind his head as he raised his thick glasses above his nose unconsciously.
In addition, roughly the treatment from the same sex...... well, the treatment from the opposite sex is in a way less than garbage scum, except for some friends of the same sex. To the extent that "a little better than that”, what the hell does a man look like that who takes such a polite physical hips on himself? and. Though I think rustic and raise my gaze.
--Wow. I should have seen it......
And when it plants a sense of inferiority that is no more, look at the “face” of the person who just shines.
"... no, this is me, sorry..."
As I said, I accidentally turned my gaze to the ground.
Return to work looking for the “starting point” when depicted in this space, perhaps developed by some “formation”.
and.
Unexpectedly, a man who stays there makes a deep voice asking.
"May I ask?... What the hell are you looking into in this place?
From the direction of the voices spoken, are you kidding me? Think so.
I was wondering if you could leave me alone... and I did have a mind to think about it.
For a while he continued to pretend to be unfamiliar.
………
"... you know... uh..."
Without asking the same rare, sturdy, silent questions.
"That... was about ten days ago. I work for Magic Research Department... Oh, you have a magic detector. I sensed unusual magic..."
All of a sudden, when you think you vibrated the needle like crazy, you run out (the wrinkle) during a recording paper that is judged incapable of measuring. The needle remained shaken off for thirty seconds.
"Apparently, similar records have been engraved in other countries, and based on those obtained at several research institutes, they guided the way against day and time… in this place, some powerful magic was exercised, he said. That's why I came to the conclusion..."
"... but I don't think I can see anything unusual."
"That's right! There it is!! Can you understand that!?
At first, the man who for some reason appeared to be impudent to this consciousness, with a face that doesn't fall in his heart, let me simply point out the event [but without any trace] that probably every researcher on this scene is twisting his neck.
"So I wondered what kind of" formation ”that was and if I could not trace the“ starting point ”with this magic detector of mine...!!
Zui, and the bumpy head that stopped, moistened the eyes behind the glasses.
But after those seconds, for some reason, depressed.
"... but I can't find it. Normally, there must be a" first mark ”to make up the formation. The wizards unconsciously draw the" mark ”as the foundation when drawing the magic formation, but it's the foundation where strong magic can be built, and it comes to scale, but the marks are thicker than magic without the magic formation."
Even from the distance to the magic research I work for, the more out-of-the-box magic releases arrive. Even if it took a few days to get here, the starting point was expected to remain.
"If you know that, you can make a magical path out of it, even if it's faint. We should be able to replicate only some of the remaining magic concentrations in this space... or we should have been able to, right? I do that kind of research..."
Yet I can't find a starting point.
I'm exercising all that magic, and I don't know its “beginning”.
"It's clean and refreshing, it's not there."
As if, a runner from there, to extinguish that possibility.
"In the first place, the amount of magic to unleash all that magic value. I've never seen you before, but that's the nobility level of the demonic species, or the brave people you say you can't even possess."
Assuming that someone with the blessings of the gods, who hides it, exists in this world. Will there ever be a saintly prince who can remain without such power? But the lack of traces seems difficult for those who did so to unleash a mighty magic here that day. I think I hid the tremendous magic release in the first place, even if I could erase the wizard claw marks with my will.
"So I think. ——— I was wondering if this was a“ challenge ”from someone. Something happened here that day, to let someone know it was a fabric stone."
When a bossy head researcher finishes his hot, feverish talk and the man who was listening to it is silent and tries to say something.
"Oh, hey, Tris! Time ~!!
And there's a voice calling from the far side of the road.
"Oh, actually, I'm going home... I've been traveling for a long time, but I couldn't give up and stayed at my own expense. That guy was a work buddy who was hanging out with me. ——— I was wondering if I could count for something at the end..."
A bossy head researcher, a young man named Tris again, puts a sad smile in his sight.
He's, uh... Unexpectedly, he cried out.
"... one person disappeared."
Huh ---?
and to the young man who raised his gaze.
Probably distorted his face, its sturdy, whispered in a voice without.
"That day, probably in this place... one woman, disappeared"
The continued voice (wow) is slight.
Yet the story about to be confessed seems terribly important, and the young Tris looks up to some sad looking man spinning his words as he deliberately opens his eyes to take a breath.
"The magic of disappearing, what, exists in this world...?
and.
It hurts so badly for some reason.
But the sober part of himself consumed all that magic, if one person disappeared, as this man put it, wouldn't that mean “extinction” as it were...? and.
You got that idea on your face, but the man shakes his head.
"No, she's alive. I just don't know what happened that day and where I am right now..."
He was told to keep his mouth shut, and that would be this man's aspiration---? and.
Then the thought came to your face by accident, too? Again, the man showed denial and said he was certain he was alive.
"How do you know that...?
If you're surprised, ask.
With a slightly word-packed breeze, turn your gaze to the ground. After many years, the man squeezes out to observe.
"……" Protect, "but I do. Her blessing."
"... what? basket?... protection, is it?
Koku, in the eyes of a man nodding, lights a flame similar to faith.
There are surprisingly diverse skills in this world, and that's why young Tris gave the answer with utmost simplicity.
That's why it can't be so easy for a person to give protection to another person.
—— Oh, I wonder if this guy is getting some kind of protective magic or something similar from that other woman.
and.
If you're a romantic wizard, say, "This is a blessing from me," and maybe you can just talk magic like that, too. There are many kinds of protective magic, but if it's like a constraint that must survive, unless "protection” does expire, the opponent's life will also be guaranteed. If you are a "somewhat readable” person as to what kind of magic it is, you can also “read” whether or not the adder's protection has expired.
—— Well, such good people are rarely there.
Because of that, I can. Because I was fortunate enough to have talent. I made a lot of effort. But I learned that people like me are rarely there. Even the best faculties in the country, there are a handful of people who can read. Even a handful of wizards doing adventurers. The point is whether the magic “configuration” really gets to your head. The rest is whether or not you have the memory of a crowd... but that's already close to your skill through the point where you can really understand the configuration. So, I think it's talent. Others are inferior to people, but that's what I'm good at. All you have to do is try.
And, Tris, the young man cares for the man.
--Yet when you're this guy, you look amazing, versatile. If this could also do physical surgery, Kamisama would be too unfair.
I squealed such depressing thoughts in the back of my head.
but it's impossible, is.
Incredible.
This man's right, one of the women disappeared the day the magic release happened. But if you're talking about living somewhere else,
—— Mm-hmm. It's like a dream story. If so, you must have metastasized it. Wow. Lost ancient magic. Well, I'll use all that magic too.
I think it's rusty.
"............ eh. Oh, are you serious...? (…)"
"Ah...... yeah. Oh, lying... lying, lying!!!?
"Ugh, Tris!
"Geez! And don't hit me, Hector!!
"Oh, already! I'm sorry, but this annoying guy is going home! I've got your stuff on my back! Look, let's go!!
"Oh, wait, wait! Hector, wait!! I just realized the huge possibilities!!! This, maybe if I can just keep going home!?
Not long ago, a fellow young man waving across the street was so anxious for him that he wouldn't move his legs for long that he apparently came this far. Young Tris called the intruder Hector, rather than that! turned to the man with a strong gaze that he seemed to be saying.
"Um, the woman I know who disappeared...? She, maybe metastatic magic or something, you know?? You know, maybe you can use it...!
She was temporarily surprised to hear from the young man who had come to inquire in such a way that she was half-drawn.
Hector men who were pulling youth, as well as several researchers, etc. who had seen and heard near them, were also suitable.
"If what you're saying is right, it's magic! I used to have that kind of traveling magic a long time ago.“ Disappear "from here, fly somewhere else, far away! It's called metastatic magic. Well, you can't possibly find a starting point!! --- Old magic is different from the magic of today."
Tris, the young man is the best there is, with a clear face.
"Ah!! If so, you wanted to see it! What kind of magic formation is it!? But maybe it could be an accident!? Sometimes rare items roll in high level dungeons, don't they? That could have been the item to be transferred, right?? Hey, that woman, what is she like!? Famous adventurer? Or is it someone with an identity??
I'm sure that this is the part of me that is drawn to others. I guess the later Tris youth calmly analyzed it.
What kind of person makes only eyes shine big on a bossy head and disappeared woman? and stubbornly stuffed voices, the beauty of the moment is taken aback and then distorted into a little pain.
The voice that was finally squeezed out was weak and unsuitable for her face.
"... very, very ordinary woman"
and.
"But I'm the most important woman in the world (one)... is that right, metamagic? Traveling far away… Bell might know."
"What. That, really?!?
"Ah. Speaking of knowledge, you're a wonderful woman. Maybe this is more of an accident than an incident."
Perhaps skip one of the man's "most important women in the world" sentences all the way unconsciously. The young man, who was in a mood for “a woman with knowledge of metastatic magic," did not understand why this man was lonely as he said.
"Tris, thank you. I just feel depressed and didn't know what to do... but I feel like I finally know who to rely on. By the way, when that magic opening happened..."
- Is it time?
The young man, who had ridden the carriage to be drawn to his work companion Hector and was currently (depressed) from that moment on but had skipped consciousness, said he had tied his focus at the inn roughly three hours later.
The shock struck me as I left revives in my ear.
"I'm Chris. It's called Chris Ray Gracis. brave men of the east, they call it. I'll return this thank you someday. Show this to the Adventurer Alliance and you'll be in touch wherever you are on the continent. Don't hesitate to let me know if there's anything I can do to help."
I met a hell of a lot of people.
and.
Apparently it remained gripped in his right hand, to the engraving of the brave men of the east. Drop your gaze and pull it off in a hurry. I can contact the brave men of the east, it's a precious item. I can't believe it, I want to take care of it. I thought I'd look up at the blurry universe again.