If you train Lv1 Magic Arrow to Lv999 - exiled aristocratic students, train without giving up hope to reach the strongest

Laura, back at her desk, stared at one of the books placed there.

"Witch of Disaster"

A book with such a title.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

For the past few decades, Laura had repeated the motion of being able to pull in multiple times trying to reach for the book.

The Witch of Disaster...

A magician with boney gray hair and bloody red eyes.

One Southand - a woman who mastered enough offensive witchcraft to cross the legendary magnus and challenged the kingdom to battle with its mighty power.

It was defeated after a fierce battle, but many king citizens died and the land was rough, and it took a long month to recover.

It is the symbol of 'evil' in this kingdom.

It is a being so hated but hence even erased in name.

The descendant of the blood was a resident of the village of Laura.

Laura covered her face with both hands.

White hair shakes like snow, blue eyes like a clear sky look at the book from the gap between your fingers.

"Ha..."

I sighed not knowing it again and again.

The moment I saw the title of the book...

(You mustn't look!

Laura thought so reflexively. Taboo says the story of the Witch of Disaster is a village.

"Laura, if you want to be a magician, remember. Never be like a catastrophic witch. Have mercy on men, remember kindness, and inscribe your loyalty to your country in your heart."

They asked me over and over again.

So I tried to walk away right in front of the bookshelf.

My body didn't move.

I just didn't let my eyes turn away. As I sucked on the book perfectly - I can't distract my gaze.

If I say I'm not interested, I lie.

Being involved in one's ancestors.

Just a being who could only be taught that it was evil.

Don't know, the only person I was told to be.

That information is here.

(Look, I think...)

Laura didn't give up on that desire. Open the left hand gripping gently and gently remove the book from the shelf.

And then I went back to where I was.

Walk away from something scary.

Then I put a book on my desk.

I can't open it much longer.

At the end of the day Laura's mind could not make a decision.

(... I knew you couldn't...)

I've been told so many times in the village.

Don't get involved with the Witch of Disaster.

The words hold Laura back from her actions.

Still, Laura was feeling it. Every second of every second - the resistance of the mind weakens in less than a minute.

- Wouldn't that be nice?

That feeling spreads twitchy.

- Why don't you just look at it?

Such a voice seemed to be heard in the back of my ear over and over again.

Lori, and Laura swallowed her twat, and her white throat swayed.

"... nothing,... that's good... Because I just look at the book..."

Yes, I snapped.

As if I were telling myself.

But it lightened Laura's heart. Just look at the book - that's all.

That's all.

Laura stretched out her trembling left hand...

I never opened the book to my will.

"This is..."

The book was a magic book.

"Eh, sorcery of the Witch of Disaster -!?"

Most sorcerers are public - mastering only publicly available sorcery like magic arrows.

Because that alone is a big deal.

But that is not the case with good magicians who make their names known in history.

They build magic that doesn't exist in the world, as if to test its talents.

I mean, they're the only ones who know magic.

Sorcery is similar to cooking. If you figure out the recipe - it will be available depending on your workout and magic.

So they hide the recipe.

For this reason many original sorceries disappear with their death. Unless they are favored and left for future generations.

Witch of Disaster - Exactly a genius for manipulating a natural mutation but attacking witchcraft every now and then.

The magic is here.

Laura turned the page.

I turned it, I turned it, I turned it.

Taking my eyes off, etc. - I couldn't do it anymore.

My head was empty. I can't think of anything. In that void, a vast amount of information pops in.

Laura reads the magic book as she roughs her breath.

My consciousness diminishes a little bit. It's like I'm losing myself - it's like letters just pour in.

Laura's blue eyes,

Little by little, it's bloody red.

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"Ugh, yeah......"

Soon losing her mind, Laura slowly woke herself up.

"Ouch!"

It hurt like a crack in the head. Laura puts her hands on that white hair.

Laura slowly opened her eyes after waiting for the pain to heal.

The color of your open eyes...

It was blue as the sky.

There was a closed witch's book in her sight.

(I should have been reading that book... what happened?

I can't remember.

Suddenly remembering the creeps, Laura put aside the books she had loaded for study and covered up the witch's books.

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"Hey, Laura. Long time no see."

I heard a voice.

Laura, who was studying, looks up to jump.

"Mr. Alberto!

There stood a friend of Laura's.

Just a week after we broke up, Alberto came back as promised.

"Are you studying hard?

"Yes! Thank you for your valuable experience!

Yes, well said.

"Oh, uh, Mr. Alberto -"

Laura continues in a tough way.

"What's up, Laura?

Alberto shakes his neck.

Laura has always been lost. Should I tell Alberto about that day? Should I talk to you?

You should talk to him.

But I was a little scared.

- Hey, witch girl, witch girl! Don't let the gray hair near you, the curse will fall on you!

When I was a kid, I was persecuted in a nearby city.

That hits my head.

Alberto never behaves like that. Laura is so sure. I'm sure you'll say this with a worried face.

- Are you okay, Laura?

Absolutely.

Definitely.

Even though I have that trust - I didn't have a voice for some reason. I don't have a voice as if my vocal cords were being tightened up by someone.

Silence ruled the library.

So you thought you'd run out of talk, the chief of the woman behind Alberto offered Laura her hand.

"Lady Laura, would you please return the keys to the library?

At the same time as the words, Laura's gold bondage was broken.

"Ah, ha, yes!

Laura hastily laid down the key she had kept. The female chief speaks to Alberto when she receives it.

"Dear Alberto, I have heard stories that will bequeath to the Marquis. Can you give us a moment to briefly describe this building?

"Oh, I don't mind..."

Hiragana Alberto sees Laura.

The female chief grinned when she saw Laura.

"I'll show you to the separate room. Rest your tired head in your studies as you prepare sweetness. I'll clean up the books here."

"... ok"

Laura nodded.

Alberto and the female chief leave the room.

Laura covered up the anxiety that was in her heart - softly.

(Yes...... It's in nothing, it's in nothing. Something that just made me feel a little sick)

Laura was convinced to convince herself...

(Mr. Alberto is at an important time. I can't help talking about this... Mr. Alberto will just get in trouble too...)

Let me tell you something.

I followed Alberto and the others.