It's all one flower.

"The other one, [Arrow of Light], if I utter it in powerful words, the magic will trigger and it's dangerous, right?"

It's not a light sword, it's an arrow of light, right?

A reporter from the Starlight newspaper questioned Putnik for the first time.

That's right. The enchanted team can use swords in close-quarter combat, so it must be easier to attack monsters with the ability to attack from a distance and the [Light Arrow] effect on the blade.

Huh? Can you replace it with another spell?

The artisan of the star path, Zayetz, caught on.

"There's a compatibility between the magicians, so the ants are not stubborn, but there are various combinations such as [rust prevention] instead of [sturdy] and [ice blade] instead of [light arrow]."

The disciple pulls out a notebook from the front pocket and pokes the tablet device, even if it looks like a seminary student.

The newspaper reporter listened while taking videos on a tablet.

"Are there any other combinations in the Bible?"

Huh? Huh? I don't know.

Huh?

"This is the magic book of the [Flying Hawk] school I read about you."

Huh? But that was a while ago.

Zayetz's disciples make the master, priest Leflexio, and fully armed Putnik keep their eyes peppered.

"What I saw earlier was a full copy of the grimoire." I don't even know what's on the other pages. The Grimoire contains various methods of making weapons and armor. "

Putnik said again, and his junior apprentice nodded and looked at Zayetz.

Padre Reflexio says something in common. Putnik could only pick up fragments of the word, but the Artels were more or less convinced and saw the Fraxinus wizard.

"What did you say?"

"Today, you have come to this meeting with the heavenly formula that we should not step out of the path of the Holy Star."

"That's what we call the edge of the water."

"Mizuno no Sue...?"

"Something seems thin."

Young people laugh thinly and tilt their necks.

"Every creature in this world can't live without water." It was a long time ago in the desert, but Panissea Uni Flora and the others sealed the Drought Dragon and still make water, so there is Lacus Lake. "

"Such a ridiculous gossip"

A few people laugh with their noses.

You really don't know anything about how magic works, do you?

I don't think you'll be able to find out.

"I don't want to know what the power of my power is."

In fact, Nemoraris created a monster that could become a monster from the Third World because of evil deeds.

But the Bible says...

With a frail word from the disciple, the young people of Artel are mumbling.

Older participants watch silently.

The Magic Crystal and Magician's Tears attached to this sword not only accumulate magic power, but continue to execute certain magic tricks until they are exhausted.

Um, is that, you mean?

"With a single chant, you will continue to exert the effects of magic. If you chant repeatedly and add the magician's magic power, the effect will be stronger and it will last even longer."

“For example, what is there?”

Instructor Zayetz asks questions on behalf of course participants.

"As I said, it's the water of Lacus Lake. Panissea Uni Flora's [Mage's Tears] is being tricked with the [Water Call] to produce a lot of water every day."

Did you see that? Is that it?

The suspicious gaze of the young people is pricked.

"The Daijin Shrine is where the Drought Dragon is, but the Drought Dragon is still spitting out curses." If you're not as strong as a royalty, you'll dry up and die just by getting close. "

Isn't it convenient to keep the ordinary people away?

One of the trainees laughs at me.

If you're a powerful people, you can just walk into the altar of the Daijin Temple and feel the bad sign.

“Do you want ordinary people to worship in such a dangerous temple?”

A young man who looked like a seminary student raised his hand and asked a small question.

The only one who can put me on the altar of the Great God Temple is the one who can protect me from the leaked curse.

"So the followers of the powerless people..."

Even a people without strength can enter with a powerful amulet.

"I see." I'll go back to the story, but if the magic power is gone, the water will stop, right? "

"Huh? Don't you even know the young guy?"

Which one is it?

The seminary-style youth listens with great attention. One question after another is of such great interest.

"The entire sanctuary of the Royal Capital, Lacrimalis... is a huge magic circle." I'm gradually recovering the magic power of the person in the field and supplying it to the goddess's tears while maintaining the seal. "

Huh?

"The government has banned Kirkuk, and the inhabitants of the land without power should be restricted in order to restore the level of water that fell during the half-century of civil unrest."

It seems that the Arterians had never heard of them. An unbelieving gaze shot through a fully armed magical warrior.

"As soon as the half-century of civil unrest was over, we began to focus on sightseeing. Whether it's for pilgrimage or sightseeing, if someone with magic power stays in the capital, they will be able to produce water."

“If that's true, then we will be the ones who have been supported by the pagan faith for a long time.”

A young man who looks like a seminary student fades blue.

"At least I don't deny your faith." However, I want you to know that this faith is a creature that lives around here. "

I don't know what to do.

"Never mind. If you leave me alone in a good way, that's fine."

"Tell me a good story about the bug! You've been persecuting us during the civil strife!"

A middle-aged man stiffens his fist.

At least I protected myself and my family, but I didn't aggressively attack people with different attributes.

"I can say anything just by mouth."

"The dead don't have a mouth."

”I see... I just told you not to interfere with each other. I think it's a good story for both of you”

Putnik said that some people had a slightly thought-provoking face.

"During the Old Kingdom, the Kirkuk faith was tolerated."

"Huh? Isn't it democratized because the Kirkus were persecuted by royalty?"

A young man who looked like a seminary student raised his voice and saw Priest Reflexio and the artisan Zayetz.

The priest listens to the interpreter and speaks.

"Historical evidence is difficult to obtain. If there is only one convenient party, even if it exists, the other party will not believe it, even if it is real.”

"Well, that's right." In the Old Kingdom, there was a holiday of the gods, and the Fluxinus and the Kirkus played songs that celebrated each other's faith. "

“That's ridiculous!”

I can't believe it.

With a resounding momentum, the participants of the training session raise a negative voice.

Putnik turned to the priest.

"Are there any scores left in the church?" She was safe, but she's still in the temple. "

"I'm going to ask the people in the Artel branch to investigate."

With the words of Padre Reflexio, the air somehow ended, and the Sacred Scripture Weapon Manufacturing Workshop for the craftsmen of the Star Path was opened.

Something is unexpected.

What do you want?

Reno leaked his thoughts, and the materialist Putnik stepped out onto the counter.

The Artelians listened to the wizard's story until the end.

Well, the priest and the great craftsman were good, but I can't say I don't like it.

Putnik crooked his lips.

“I heard that Priest Reflexio worshipped a little while ago and said that magic was in the Bible, so I think the people who attended the workshop were interested in it in the first place.”

At the behest of the pharmacist (giggle) Awelana, Reno remembered that Rourke and the others had copied and pasted the poster around.