It's all one flower.

"The pale glow of the eyes of the Lord of the Night Illuminated by Darkness."

When the spell user grasped the [Magic Crystal] and uttered powerful words, the tip of the pen in the other hand was soft as moonlight. The Crystal used up its magic power and lost its radiance.

Freelance journalist Quaesitre picks up the pen and asks a series of exciting questions.

“How long does it last? Can you change the brightness? Right now, it's like a flashlight, but can you change the size of the light? Ah, it's glowing, but it doesn't have a fever. How does this work?"

Commander Rustertle and the incoming sergeant were curious to wait for the answer of the spellcaster, but the Warrant Officer (Jun) and the Starlight newspaper correspondent looked at each other. The four Barbatum soldiers who were waiting for the magic test looked restless and wandered into the conference room.

The spellcaster smiled bitterly.

“Let's finish the test first.”

"Commander, if... what happens if it turns out to have magic power?"

The soldier at the head of the queue listens in an upright and immobile position.

Commander Rustertle called out softly to the soldiers who saluted him in short-sleeved shorts.

"There is no precedent, but a soldier who could master the light swords awarded at the Rufus Church of Light." Even if we return home early, we won't be treated badly. I think he had to be discharged for the after-effects of his injuries. "

A soldier weeping at the priest of St. Album's Church raised his face with tears and a runny nose and looked up at the commander. I can't say a word just because I'm jerking off.

The soldier who asked the question looked at his colleague with a complicated face.

The Magic Crystal , which had exhausted its magic power, passed from the Warrant Officer's hand to the soldier.

The questioner had no magic power. Exhale heavily and stroke down the thick chest plate, returning the Crystal to the Chief Warrant Officer.

All three of them had magic power.

It may be a coincidence, but it is quite probable that half the wounded are powerful people.

"Why are you crying so much?"

A girl from the exterminator murmured in Hunanese and tilted her neck. Luvel, dressed as a colleague, whispered.

"I think it's the same reason as a newspaperman."

Huh? It's better to die than to live with magic power?

I can't empathize with that either, but I'm sure that's what you call religious disobedience.

It would be useful if magic could be used.

At the request of the reporter of Quaecito, the spell user translated the common language into such chatter.

The private, whose magic power had been discovered before him, completely recovered his composure and comforted his grieving colleague. It must be comforting to know that you are not alone.

While the girl from the exterminator drained the remaining medicinal herbs, the spell user explained the technique of [light (light)].

"The amount and duration of light depends on the magic power of the magician." Even if the people with no power are stacked on top of each other with Magic Crystal , as you can see.

Every time a soldier's magic power was discovered, even if it was stacked up to use up the [Crystal] 's magic power, it only became a little brighter, and the range of light remained the same.

The duration is overwritten, and it's about five or six hours since the last time I hung it.

How does it work?

"I don't know." [Dancing Swan] Even among researchers of the school, opinions are divided. "

Well, what's a Nantoka swan?

It's my specialty to investigate the structure of magic and decurse it.

"Are you with someone you know?"

No.

Quaecito reporters ask questions one after the other and note them down on their tablet devices at high speeds. The Chief Warrant Officer also returned to his seat and recorded text on his laptop.

But that's good because electricity is cheaper, right?

“I see. Utility bills are one of the causes of economic disparities between wizards and powerless people.”

"Ahh... can you save on the gas bill with that magic that burned the demon beast?"

A reporter from Quaestitur, a powerless people, looks remorseful.

"If you're a powerful citizen, just put on the [Amulet] 's weapon and armor and it will trigger the effect." On top of that, if you cast a spell and apply Amulet with your own magic power, the pronunciation will be activated even slightly ayahuasca, and the potency will be added to make it safer. "

The Star Walker Artisan Zayetz caught on as the Rubells spoke of the reassuring ingredients.

"That spell was the same as the prayer word." It's hard to pronounce because it's a powerful word, but if this is true, the Special Forces will be able to fight more safely. ”

"Huh? Same as the prayer word? Where is that information?"

A reporter from Quaesitre launches the IC recorder on the neck strap of his press card and rushes to Xayetz.

"Recently, in the presence of Padre Reflexio, I had the opportunity to speak with the Weapon Artisans of the Lacrimalis Kingdom."

Hoshido craftsman Zayetz briefly explains the events of the workshop.

Quaesitre reporters gathered beside the priest and looked at the mighty soldiers.

“If they train to become artisans of the Star Path, there is a possibility that they can fully recreate the clothes in the sacred scriptures.”

"The sword technique can only be activated by a powerful people, but as I mentioned earlier, there is a problem with the finishing technique of the [crocheting (Yoshikiri)] school and the materials"

Ah, I see.

Pointed out by the Ensign, the Quaestitur reporter slapped himself on the forehead.

Warrant Officer, tomorrow, travel to Lanterna Island with your first Sergeant to procure this crystal work and tools to protect against monsters.

“Roger that. How about a guide?”

"If it's convenient for you, a couple of men and women,"

Commander Rustertle answered the questions of the Chief Warrant Officer and resumed watching the video taken by the Quaesitre reporter.

I just shot it this morning and released it, but it has already surpassed 40,000 views, and the comment section is full of common language admiration. The Commander paused the video and asked the Rebel Wizards to explain the magic.

On the way, dinner was brought into the conference room and interrupted. Others repeatedly watch and comment on videos without a break.

By the time the reporters copied the data from their tablet devices to Barbados' computers, the weeping soldier began to fall asleep.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, the average company is about to pay a lot of overtime.

"Stay here tonight."

"No, I'm going home. The curfew has passed, but if you ask the gatekeeper, they can let you in."

Curfew? Doorman?

The Commander asks back after being turned down by the spellmaker.

"It is a barrier gate that protects the city from monsters and demon beasts." I close it every day at sunset. ”

"It doesn't seem to be in the city of Artel."

"The entire wall is a magical structure that has various protective techniques." It collects and activates the magic of its inhabitants, so even if you build a wall on the mainland, it's useless. ”

The reporter who already got the information in the city of Kardavstvår listens quietly.

When the Warrant Officer finished his notes, the Commander ordered the Warrant Officer, the first Sergeant, and the Private to collect the commentary's reward.