Isekai Majutsushi wa Mahou wo Tonaenai

Currently, I was in the lab I finally got, poking and moaning at my desk. There are thrown away failing demon props rolling around, and there's no foot trail.

"I didn't know the granting magic was so difficult..."

Outside there is a sound of construction. I'm glad I bought the mansion, but I totally forgot there was nothing at stake. Yes, it's a bath. This world did not even use a bath for nobility, but only to the extent of wiping the body.

Hygiene concepts in this world were unexpectedly developed. But toilets, sewers and other facilities were in place, but ideas such as making a bath to wash the body did not appear to have appeared on the boulder.

Civilians basically don't do anything like making water out of demonic props, with two choices: whether the water is well drawn or going to the river. They use magic props in castles and high-ranking aristocratic mansions, but the price and maintenance costs are quite high, so I can't buy them.

But that is the story of those who cannot use the ritual. If I know I can make water out of demon props, I thought I should make my own later, and quickly made some prototypes. But I'd like to try to make it, but I couldn't make a single thing that could withstand practicality.

What I'm currently moaning about is that it breaks easily when I try to get a lot of water out. It is the mountain of Sekiyama that puts it out little by little, and this kind of thing doesn't really cover the amount of bath you fill.

I started working on the idea that magic props would be easy if they were one of the rituals, but the results are as good as you can see. It was wrong to challenge unschooled disciplines, not even specializing, because of how much confidence I have in the art formula. I still don't have to get one of the real things here to talk about it.

Fortunately, the shop that deals with the magic props has heard of it. I don't have any money with me, but I can't stand a life without any more baths, so I assume I'll go by hard means.

There was a witchcraft shop that I was looking for in the area facing the main street of town. It looks no different than other stores, but if you look carefully, it has a tight line for crime prevention. In other words, it is a store where expensive items are kept.

When I walked into the store, it was still not Dada who was the demon prop store, but there were numerous types of demon props. It has all sorts of magic items that can tie the line and even smaller magic items like accessories.

I'm just impressed with the assortment of products that I suppose I would have more gold than an upstream aristocrat if I sold all of this.

However, the purpose of this time is the demon prop that gives out water and the demon prop that warms the water, so there is nothing for those items. I looked around the store fluttering and found what I was looking for.

Both prices are about the same as my mansion. This is too expensive. I was wondering if I could buy it if it was cheap, but isn't this price the same as the boulder?

You found me roaring in front of a demon prop, and a clerk-like man approached me.

"Welcome. Are you looking for that magic trick?

"Oh, how much water can this magic tool create?

"If it's that demon tool, you can serve about two barrels of water an hour. I don't think you can probably buy anything that has such a powerful effect in another store."

Two barrels means roughly 1,900 litres. As long as I can get that out, a bath the size of there would be fine, but I want something more powerful because it's not that small that I'm making it right now.

"Right, no more stuff made?

"I think if you can get quality spiritual stones, you can make them, but I think that would turn them around for the more popular magic props"

A spiritual stone is something called a demonic stone in the original world, a mass of true spheres produced in a place called a magical accumulation. The name is given as stone, but not as ore, and the high concentration of magic has become crystalline.

Demon Stone has the nature of absorbing magic power in the air almost without exception. Thanks to this, it can be used as a semi-permanent source of magic, making it an indispensable item for demonic props.

When I say good quality, I mean demon stones with good magic absorption rates, and demon stones with a diameter of roughly three centimeters or more. These demonic stones are mostly used for high-output demonic props.

"Hmm? You're the one making this demon prop?

"Yes, I'm late, my name is Robert, and I'm the owner here."

I thought he was a clerk, but he was a shopkeeper. I thought it was made by other people, and they said this was a privately owned store.

It's no surprise that the owner of the shop who can make the magic props is approaching the first time visitors, but this is an opportunity. If you look at this guy's memory, you'll know how to make magic props. I quickly turned to the store owner for memory browsing (psychometry).

However, I can hear the interference of the technique called Paki, and this technique is prevented. Is this surgical resistance? I didn't expect a fielding magician to use anything that didn't even use a military magician.

The shop owner who received my operation left me and set up a cane out of his nose to restrain this one. From the absence of a moment of fright, it seems quite familiar with combat.

"What the hell is an imitation? I've been attacked by robbers several times, too, but I didn't expect to be attacked by a brave man. It doesn't depend."

Apparently, my face was cracked. I didn't want to go too far, but I couldn't help it.

And just because I was so alarmed, I was amazed at how perfectly prevented my surgery. Looks like this shopkeeper was quite the magician.

Why did you rely on external forces first when conscripting this kind of guy would also increase the strength of the army? You mean this country doesn't want to use civilians that far?

"No, to be honest, I was surprised. If you had that much strength, wouldn't you have thought to join the army and improve your combat skills or try to encourage further study of magic guidance without doing a magic prop store or something like that?

"I'm better suited to my sexuality when I'm making magic props. You won't be deluded to talk about it like that. You're not gonna tell me earlier that magic was a mistake, are you?

"I'm not going to make any excuses. I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am that I'm corrupting your strength."

"Really? Then let's get caught by the adults. Outside, I guess I had a thin eye for winning too, but this is inside my shop. A wizard can never lose within his realm."

"... you think you can beat me with your strength? I never thought I'd hear that kind of talk. I'll give you one piece of advice to spare your bravery. If you're going to use some kind of technique on me, you better stop it."

"Let me prove to you that it's not a yotai story or something!" Light of heaven, in the name of God, be a burning spear that pierces evil, and destroy and feed his people "!

When the shopkeeper put up his cane and cast a spell, the light gathered at the end of the cane.

I always wonder why these guys try to activate the procedure with an audio element. The audio element is a rather inefficient element of conversion. I think the material element can be activated faster to use on the battlefield.

As you can see from his spell, it's a laser-based technique that activates. How dare you say it's in the store? I think it would be a fire if I did poorly, but he's so confident in his surgical control. It was a mistake to just ignore this advice.

"Huh! Guh... Huh!

The shopkeeper suddenly begins to suffer and removes the wand. Now the owner should have an unimaginable severe pain going on in his head. It is due to the Class 7 psycholeptic system ceremony, the surgical rampage (Magic Stampede), which was activated while the shopkeeper was having a futile conversation.

The effect causes the subject to unfold countless surgical formulas as they attempt to activate them. The load appears in the surgeon's brain as he is forced to develop a surgical formula far beyond his abilities. If you do poorly, it's about to become obsolete, so I can see that it takes a lot of work.

Since magic is evenly poured into all the surgical ceremonies, there is naturally not enough magic to activate them. As a result, the technique that was about to be activated will fail, and the magic of the operator will be uprooted.

It turns out that one wizard, mentally and physically fatigued and depleted of magic, can do it. I gave him some advice for once, but I'm sorry about the guy who activates it without taking that advice at all.

"Damn, guuuuuuuuu...!

I also use memory browsing (psychometry) for storekeepers who are beating around in pain. With the loss of magic and the disappearance of surgical defenses, I will read how to produce magic props without any problems.

I gathered the information I wanted, so I cancel the surgical ceremony. I guess the surgical rampage has subsided and the pain has drawn, even though I'm about to fall down now, I got up.

"Do this... you think it's okay...? I'll tell the country about this..."

"Do as you please. But if you can beat me and get out of here,"

There's something strangely honest about people in this world saying they're not smart enough. You should have at least gotten up after I walked away. Well, there's no way I'm going to let him tell me honestly, so it doesn't matter if he gets up or falls.

"Damn!" That's it "that that extra time will take your life...... ghhhhhhhh!?

Stun the store owner with fear (fiir), use memory extraction (extra memory), and extract the memory here. Now that we have accomplished our purpose in this case, we shall go home as adults.

Due to the knowledge of the store owner, the magic props were completed without any problems. Apparently it wasn't a good idea to have applied a lot of hands.

I say I have a bath, so I'll go check it out quickly.

The bath I could do was about the size of a little hot spring. I don't mind at all the size of this because the land is extra, but unfortunately it doesn't have a tilt on it, so it looks like it's poorly drained. Do you want to carve it in a ditch later?

Not outdoors, by the way. I didn't like to go outside every time I moved, so I forced the mansion to build more. I could have taken an open-air bath, but they said the winter would be long around here and the river would freeze, so I stopped them.

Attach some demonic props that have been successfully completed. This completes the bath. I tried to start it up quickly and the water came out fine. Now you can finally take a bath.

Watching as the hot water went into the bath, Elle came. Apparently, he's getting concerned about the pouring sound of hot water. She has never seen a bath, either, or she looks around inside with a face that looks unusual.

"That's amazing, Master. Did you make a hot spring?

"No, this is an artificially made one called a bath, separate from the hot springs that are gushing out on their own"

Apparently there are hot springs. She didn't bathe or anything because it was just too hot.

"And you're even letting it transfer from the river to produce so much water?

"The purification is troublesome, because the water is purified directly. And you have a hot spring. Then why isn't anyone trying to make a bath?

"Master, ordinary people don't get this many demonic tools that use water. If you sell the magic stones attached to this, ordinary people will not have trouble living their lives for life, but they will get plenty of change."

"Well, then I should have honestly bought the Demon Stone for the money I sold... no, then they would ask me where I got the Demon Stone..."

Next door to me worrying if I can sell demon stones, Elle is reaching for and pulling into hot water. Apparently, he thinks it's about the same temperature as a hot spring in his memory, and he's wondering if it's okay to stick his hand inside.

When I let him stick my hand in, he put his horrible hand inside himself, surprised that it wasn't surprisingly hot, but after a while he began to sneeze.

"Master, I know this is what you call a bath. What do you use this for?

"To wash your body and get tired."

"Do you use so much water to wipe your body? I don't think I have any body..."

"Not to wipe, go inside."

"Huh? But if you go in there dirty, the water will get dirty, right?

"I guess that's why they keep serving hot water."

Elle doesn't seem to understand much about taking a bath. I have no choice but to instruct him to take a bath. I took them off on the spot, so I let them go back to the stripper, and then I let them take a bath again. By the way, I went outside. Of course not.

A distracted voice echoed from the bath, and after a while, Elle came out dressed.

"Awesome, Master! It felt kind of good!

"Oh, washing your body here will keep you cleaner than wiping it with a cloth. Basically, I made it to get in, but I'm going to set the time and let the servants go."

"That's a good idea. I'm sure they'll all like it."

By the way, I am telling my servants that Elle is not already a person of the enemy country. I don't know what you think in your mind, but on the surface it seems to treat you as my body. I guess I don't care that much about Elle because there are more hated beings than she is.

The most hated person in this mansion right now is Russia. It seems that the surgical engraving, which is written all the way down to the face, only appears to be tattooed by other humans, and furthermore it is despised by other servants for what was originally thought to have come in with a cone.

The only people who don't like her are me and Elle, who know the circumstances. There is no one else on her side. You thought it was better than being abused by the servants, and all I can say is that she looks very funny relying on the two people who caused her to hate her.

Even for me, I wouldn't abandon her for much use, but I wouldn't try to improve the situation.

From what I was hired here in the first place, I have to say that the sweetness of her outlook is an unfortunate level. In that attitude of a meetup, I guess she was a hooker before it was too late.

"Your husband, dinner is ready."

Talking to you, Lucia called us. I'm trying to hide it with my hair, but the engravings written down to my cheeks aren't going to be deluded either. It will no longer be possible for her to regain her previous life.

"Dinner. Master, let's go."

"Oh. I'm sorry you came to get me Lucia, too."

I stroked her head, and she looked like a happy, regrettable face. I hate about me, but I guess I'm just hungry for kindness for what the rest of them hate because I would have been chipped from around as a Duke's sideroom originally.

Well, whatever she thinks of me, don't run away. Whatever you say, now she's exactly a golden egg-laying chicken.

There's cuteness to it for what you're putting up with. It has the beauty of being in the Duke's side chamber. I'm sorry to be gathered, but I don't feel bad for what I'm counting on.

Tia is unlikely to change the best, but Elle and Lucia are going to be treated more favourably than the rest of them.

I'm going to ask her to keep up the good work she does when she grows up without being able to shake my hand off.

By the way, I told the other braves later that I had made a bath, and I invited Sagami because he wanted to definitely try it. He also had a bath culture in his world.