It's all one flower.

A spellmaker puts a written spell on another desk. I already had many pieces lined up at the desk I use as a drying table.

"You're a powerless people, so you don't know the spell, do you?

"I just taught you a little bit. If I knew, I'd be able to use the spell."

"Heh, what spell?

A small spellmaker rode himself out of the work desk.

"What I was taught was [exorcism]. And the [healing wind] of the curse. In fact, I've used spells before."

"It is. Then, when you can make [lights], next time, do it."

The spellmaker says as he prepares the next parchment. The paper sticks to each other, and only one sheet is hard to take.

... [lights] or [exorcism], even though it's not an attack spell, do you need it?

I didn't think I needed to use my amateur Leno and consume precious ingredients until I made it. Does he want to stop the militant guerrillas, too, and pretend to cooperate, as do the spelldoctor Septentorios?

Somehow, I felt it was dangerous to hear that, and I smiled bitterly and misled.

"It's so hard to write... [exorcism] is going to be pretty far ahead, okay?

"Fine. Because the [light] curse can also be exchanged for other materials"

"Really?

Surprising voices accidentally leaked into the unexpected words of the spellmaker.

"The spell won't stick, and some people without power can use it, so they can trade it for all sorts of things. Unlike cash, it's practical."

"I'll do my best!

The help of militant guerrillas, but if you learn how to make it, later life will be easier. Leno, who had hope for his future, powdered the extinguishing charcoal of the Warcraft, trying not to think of anything extra.

Even a small red flying snake (a strand of sesame seed), the powder of the coal was piled into a plate about the size of a bread dish. I continued to write down the spell and my stiff shoulder relaxed, also pulling the pain in my fingertips.

... Craftsman, did you let me work for my break and mood change?

While the spellmaker waited for Leno to write up a curse he didn't know, he glanced at the [light] sample with a ball pen with his core pulled in.

"Work, done"

"Hmm?... Ah... thanks. Then I guess I'll have the ink mix done too."

Speaking in anticipation of completion, the craftsman raised his face from his desk as he had woken from his dreams.

"The sap of the Mizuchiju tree and the charcoal of the Warcraft are commonly used inks. I just wrote this or something."

"Heh..."

I don't know what the spell is, but the spell that the spellmaker had just finished had intricate curses and spells painted in black, green and blue.

"I wonder if [lights] or [exorcisms] are often made of chicken life blood, water and warcraft extinguishing charcoal"

"Until you procure the chicken, is the [light] curse a murmur?

"You will. If it's a curse that only writes curses, it's fine with the sap of the Hydra Tree."

"How do you say it?

Yesterday, I just heard from the spellmaker's own mouth that the type of spell he makes determines the material dedicated to him.

"Erm, no spells like [lights], just a spell to draw the mark. If this is the case, it's easy to write, and the material is fine in common with the others, because you can't use it unless you're a powerful people."

"Do you have an imi?

"I do. Because you can accumulate magic in the spell for that technique, you can save your magic, and [Furnace], [Exorcism Mark], [Exorcism] can increase your power by increasing your magic."

"Can you use it like that?"

Leno, full of things he didn't know, was honestly impressed.

The craftsman smiles softly and carefully explains to the Russian disciple how to make ink.

"Three large medicine spoons (yakuza) of water tree sap and a slice of warcraft charcoal. Use a different medicine spoon for the liquid and powder, and use a glass stick to mix."

"Yes."

Reno received a small paint plate that was given to the craftsman and opened a bottle that said [Hydrochi Tree]. A twinkly irritating odor pokes my nose.

"That stinks, doesn't it? But the ink made from the sap of the Hydrochi tree will last. I can only use chicken blood for about half a day, and I have to squeeze chickens every time, and it's a lot of trouble."

"You're really in trouble."

"Well, hey. But anyone who doesn't suffer from fine work can do it, so compared to the [Flying Eagle (Taka)] school weapons makers, there are a lot of them."

The [flying eagle] school of arms craftsmen can themselves be magical warriors fighting demons and warcraft. There are many ways to use anything as a weapon, such as a stone, to fight and maximize attacks with slight magic.

Leno tilted the bottle slowly and took it one by one with the medicine spoon. Stop where the spoon is full and open it on a plate. I weighed and poured three cups exactly and put a lid on the bottle.

The craftsman watching the weighing grins.

"I forgot to tell you, it sucks if you touch your skin, so be careful."

"... What should I do when I follow you?

"Rinse it off with water immediately."

"Okay."

The slightly viscous liquid is transparent and difficult to tell even if it is spilled around it.

Leno weighed the powder of charcoal that had burned the Warcraft so as not to flip the dish containing the sap of the Hydrochi tree. The powder spreads gently over the liquid surface and dyes the clear sap black. The medicine spoon (yakuza) was switched to a glass bar and stirred quietly. The viscosity of the liquid decreases, resulting in rusty black ink. The smell of tightness also disappeared.

He saw the dama go away and Leno sighed unexpectedly.

"Done? If you can do it properly, you can rest assured that you're okay to touch it."

"I'm relieved to hear that."

"Good day. Well, just keep going."

Leno seems to be practicing all the time until he gets a live chicken. But I still need practice to be able to write accurately. Complex thoughts kept me even moving my hands.