It's all one flower.

"Sorry I'm late"

The knock was followed by the spelldoctor Septentorio.

"Rest a little, then let's continue"

Sneg moves to the wagon by the door.

Amiella also takes a cup and teapot to the side of the wagon.

The pianist Sneg started the water with the [manicured water] technique from the middle water drain and washed the teapot. While Amiella puts in her new tea leaves, Sneigh puts water stains and old tea leaves in a lower chip cage and boils clean water.

Still, I don't know the whole spell, but I could barely hear a few words, and Amiela snuck out (one) sighing.

... It was harder than I thought to be a proper wizard.

Sneg quickly prepared us a cup of tea for three.

It's convenient for me to watch, but how much training do I need until I can do the same?

... With that said, Mr. Cruillo said you skipped magic school when you were a kid.

Didn't I feel unreasonable in my child's mind to be forced to train only one person in my family because I have magic powers? Imagine how he feels at a young age.

... If you only remembered the spell, you wouldn't be able to use it right away.

Somehow the three of us drink tea while standing at the door.

Everyone of the Fraxinus was teaching a spell [healing wind] from the spelldoctor Septentorio at the base of the island of Lanterna.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana originally knew, but Cruillo didn't.

Lyric-like spells are just simple words, but similar rhetoric comes up repeatedly and the whole thing is long and hard to remember.

The powerless people also worked hard using [the crystal of magic].

What I used was a high quality supplement to what I call "ability to use magic to manifest the effects of surgery". Using something that not only builds magic, but also complements action, various techniques can be used even by a people without power.

Pinatifida and Amana, Farkil, had undoubtedly cast spells with the correct pronunciation and were able to use [the healing wind].

Manager Leno and Elantis, Roark, managed to remember the spell, but as far as Amiela knew, the pronunciation was not a bundle (a bump).

Still, if you hold the [Crystal of Magic] and sing together, you can amplify the potency of the Pinatifidas' technique.

... Were you able to say Mr. Cruello?

The [Invisible (Invisible) Shield] who defended himself was eager to practice as he was wet in the garden of the stronghold with the Roarks.

The four Kirkuls were at a distance from their magic practice, so I don't know how it went.

Amiella still remembers the lyrics to every curse.

Return the drunk cup to the wagon and resume practice.

"Remember when you moved on Mr. Fiarlka's [leap], your body felt like it would rise?

"Yes. For a moment, flutter..."

The spelldoctor nodded satisfactorily.

"That's the feeling that the magic of the [leap] technique touched the body. Depending on the procedure, that's easy to understand."

"Yes... what is it?

No matter what they say, I can't pin how I can get people that far away in an instant.

A spelldoctor, Septentorio, gazed at Amiela's left arm. I saw if it had anything on it, but nothing particularly unusual.

"So what about the time you healed your fracture at the Forest Laboratory in Resalub?

"Oh... that's magic too, so yeah"

The feeling of the core of the body warming up and "something shining" overflowing like a spring gushing from the back. The light narrowly converges and stretches like a thread. Subsequently, the core of pain formed in the arm becomes smaller so that the thread ball is unsolved. It seemed that the two threads were twisted together, and the broken bones were twisted together with invisible needles.

If you try to replace it with words with a sense of impracticality that resembles a dream you had in a falling asleep, it will then spill out of your memory.

Anyway, the curse doctor of the people of the lake nodded.

"It's a spell that says [bone repair yarn], and translated into Hunan, it means" rise to the blue wind, raw wind, bone repair, spinning, infinite needle, thread repair (spill), bone (straw) verse, support, tendon, bone (straw) healing. "

"You were right."

I had no idea what the spell meant or anything, but I did feel that way.

It is a thread that combines the magic of a spelldoctor with the vitality of a patient, and stitches crushed bones together in his body.

"This [bone repair yarn] requires fine manipulation, so it has to be trained quite a bit, but [healing wind] activates if the singing can put magic on it"

"To the song... magic..."

I'm having trouble with that because I don't know how, but it doesn't tell me not only about the musicians Snegg and Oratorix, but also about the spelldoctor Septentorio.

"Call me the Blue Winged Serpent of Life, Infinite Power. Come here now..."

The spelldoctor Septentorio sings in a powerful language.

I felt like a fluffy, gentle breeze, but my hair and curtains didn't move at all.

... This is a magic flow, too.

I think of the name of the curse [Healing Wind] again.

I'm not injured anywhere, but I wanted to stay in this comfortable breeze for as long as I could.

"It's a sensory thing, so it's hard to explain in words, but here's the thing"

"Like the way you ride a bike, if you can, it's easy enough to clap out how it couldn't be this easy. Not until I get the hang of it."

Spelldoctor Septentorio and the white-haired wizard Sneg say sorry.

In the Ristover Autonomous Region, bicycling was a very expensive ride.

Amiella never touched the bike, but what they wanted to say was conveyed.

"If you practice a lot, the moment will come when you will be able to pretend"

"That's right. Now let's hold hands and chant. Be more aware of the magic flow than of the melody, and be more aware of what you feel than of listening."

[Crystal of Magic] was on the hand of the offered spelldoctor. [Crystal] Gently overlap the hands of the needle over it. The hands of the people of the lake, who held their thin fingers, were warm, and they felt once again that they were the same living people, even if their hair color and life span were different.

The spelldoctor Septentorio breathes lightly and chants powerful words with a unique verse like a nursery song.

"Call me the Blue Winged Serpent of Life, Infinite Power. Come here now.

The wings send a healing breeze. One breeze.

Don't cry. This pain will heal soon. I'll heal you from now on.

I saved my life, I suffered, I left, I got better. Look. "

He recited it slower than earlier, so Amiela could clearly hear every word of it.

Close your eyes and entrust yourself to a loose breeze that does not move the things of this world.

"Even if I'm hurt, I'm fine with this pain, because I can help and heal the words.

Making up for my life, the pain's gone, back to normal. Cheer up. Here.

Because moles and burns, this pain will soon disappear, pouring magic to heal.

I fixed my body and wiped the pain back. Look at that. "

Where does it blow from?

It seemed to come from the surgeon, the spelldoctor, who also seemed to blow up from the back of Amiella's body, pouring in from the [crystal of magic] in her connected hands.

I tried to trace the source of the wind, but I felt like I was surrounded by wind blowing from all directions, and the more I chased him, the less I could see.

... maybe if we sing together we'll find out.

"Call me the Blue Winged Serpent of Life, Infinite Power. Come here now..."

A blue and white light ran through Amiela from the gripping hand. It's dazzling, even though you're closing your eyes.

... but I think I know something.

"... one wind that sends a healing wind with wings"

The curse ended in the midst of something that seemed hard to thread through the needle hole.

"How was it?

"I felt like I was about to figure something out. But you're right, I don't have a clue, and if I go after him, I don't know enough to go after him..."

"Really? Sounds like you're almost there. But that's all for today."

"Why not?

"Using magic is a more onerous task than Mr. Amiela thinks. Don't be unfamiliar, take a good rest."

Again, if you sing with your hands together in the same way, this time I feel like I'm going to be able to pinpoint the source of the wind.

I was watered down by motivation and sent my gaze to Sneg to see if he could do something about it, but the white-haired wizard just snorted quietly.