It's all one flower.

"Hmm? What?

"That's a [magic crystal], anyone can use it, right?

"There are a lot of conditions, but for once, it's not completely unusable."

"Why don't you tell me?

Cruillo was surprised and saw the childhood taming of a powerless people.

Leno is serious in itself. Its eyes are filled with what can be described as grief.

"... ok"

Cruillo snorts vigorously and stretches his spine.

Leno loosened his expression slightly. To his relief at not being turned down, Cruillo explained with regret.

"Well... the condition is that you can't use it alone."

"What do you mean?

Cruillo replied, remembering what he had taught at the Wizard's Private School.

"It takes two powers to use magic..."

One is magic.

Simply put, it's energy and a reservoir for it.

With productive force, this cannot be stretched out or let go. It is not an acquired power.

One is force of action.

The ability to use magic. It can be stretched in training.

Magic refers to "technology that uses magic" and is also referred to as "magic" as its method.

Those who are magical but ineffective cannot exercise magic on their own. With spells and magic tools, you can use your own magic to exercise your skill.

The unwieldy have no power of action.

"... so, Roark, you use a tool like the [exorcism] talisman you have"

Leno does not pinch his mouth and listens to Cruillo's explanation as he nods over and over again.

The [Crystal of Magic] Roark has no effect on compensating for its action, it's simply like a rechargeable battery that accumulates magic.

"... like the steel park or that night... having officers do it on the canal, someone works with the wizard to participate as an aid to increase the power and scope of the art... in about..."

Cruillo finished his explanation by not wanting to.

Leno says clearly.

"Still. I need a little... strength."

"... right"

Cruillo, a powerful people, took up his determination to tame his childhood with complex thoughts.

Magic is born.

I was born with only one magic in my family, and when I was a child, I didn't like it.

Sook was just skipping out, too. I just wore the least amount of magic control and a little trick.

Now I regretted that I should have trained more seriously.

Now, when I said I wanted to work in a factory, I can convince the teachers that the adults around them disagreed.

For the powerless people, the more hands out of their throats, the more power they want. The presence or absence created various disparities and disconnections.

For Reno, a powerless people, a dangerous force that must squeeze a great deal of courage into begging for teachings as well.

That's magic, that's magic.

Cruello looked softly at the star path prostitute.

The three surround their textbooks and have no spare time for study groups. Soon, Roark will be joined to learn how to write.

... You must be pretending you can't hear me.

Somehow he read the air and Cruillo glanced back at Reno's eyes.

"Uh, I mean, there's a technique that can be used in [the magic crystal] and a technique that isn't."

"Yeah. Which technique can you use?

"Um... if you have a spell or a tool, there's a good technique and a spell at the same time as someone else, and if you don't, there's something you can do."

Leno listened to Cruello's awkward explanation as he took notes.

It's a notebook made by Elantis, bundled with extra paper at the sight of a window.

"I have paper, but a curse, can't I make it with this?

"Eh, that's..."

As Cruillo put it, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana gave me a help ship.

"I don't know much about it, either, but the spell is different from the paper and ink that you use depending on the technique."

"Don't you just want to make sure you don't miswrite it, and the ingredients, they're not a substitute for anything else?

Awellana nodded at Leno's question and her green hair fluttered and swayed.

"Looks like it. Except for those who make them and those who cage their magic, the spell maker says there are people without power."

"Heh. I didn't know."

Leno impresses, and Cruillo rounds his eyes knowing something unexpected.

Roark also joined the story.

"My friend, he made me this talisman in practice for the craftsman."

Juvenile soldier Morph is obsessed with writing textbook letters. Medvege watches over that at hand with gentle eyes.

Captain Solgnac looked at Roark and turned his gaze to Awellana and asked.

"Is that what it is"

"Yep. There are other techniques in which the letters of a spell are exercised in a woven dance, or the spell is a song."

"With songs and dancing?

Not only Leno and the others, but Medvege looked up surprised.