It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

"Magilka or. I wonder why Non is made to do things like sit upright."

Currently, the school director was guided to the room we were waiting for, and he was in the rare condition of being forced to sit on the couch by Magilka. This front seat, by the way, is what I taught her.

"Ask your chest"

Magilka replies with a chuckle, as always, her eyes are not laughing. It looks like the school director has followed the force reflexively.

"Well, the verse that comes to mind..."

It's a mirror of self-vision.

The school director, who tried to be neat, stuffs the words with Magilka's dialogue and begins to look at the day after.

(Just us and the school director in the secret room. Sounds like some kind of investigation. I guess I'll have to prepare a bowl of cutlets for this.)

"Hey, hey, what the hell..."

"The owner here confessed, Grandfather."

"Shh, excuse me, Master Fortna. I was instructed to talk and act as you wrote about the mirror, except accidentally."

The shop owner, a suicide bomber, was also asked to stay in the room so that the school director could not escape, but he seemed to have just demonstrated that power.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey."

The school director still tries to hang up his sledge.

"Do you still need a bowl of cutlets?

"Dear Mary, and who are you?

Magilka leans her neck on my proposal and asks. Unfortunately, there is no cutlet bowl in this world that is the final weapon of investigation, so we have to make the school director confess in a different way.

I saw the schoolmaster's legs and laughed like a demon.

"I can't help it, it's a little painful, but I can't do this because the dean won't be honest with me."

That being said, I approached the school director with my wacky fingers moving.

"Hey, what are you doing, Mary? Old men don't work."

The school director fought over my suspicious move, untied the front seat and tried to escape, but my leg seems to be paralyzed and I can't move well.

"Oh, my leg, shivering, paralyzed"

"Dean, you can still make it now. Speak honestly."

"So, what are you talking about, ahhh!

I followed an ultimatum, but the school director still tried to cut a lump, so I relentlessly twinkle his leg, which is paralyzed. And the pitiful screams of the school director echoed into the room.

"That's a twinge."

"Stop, ahhh, stop!

"Come on, come on, school director. Honestly."

"Ahhh, I'll talk. Ooh, I'll talk, so stop, ahhh!

Good thing I can't move. I'm getting more and more fun and tuned up on the outside.

"Me, Dear Mary... you recommended something to sit on in anticipation of this happening. Horrible person... maybe you're used to interrogation?

"I'm not used to it. I'm not. Come on, come on. Please don't say anything horrible."

It was Magilka, who drew a deep heart to my actions.

"... but if you were really fighting in the dark world, one or two of the interrogations... ah, but that's something you shouldn't talk about..."

"Ma, Magilka?

Don, I thought you were pulling. Magilka starts whining about something bumpy. Sometimes the content is something I can't read.

"Oh, no, it's nothing."

"Don't let me sassy away with that observed smile. No, I don't know what it is, but it's not."

Magilka knew I was desperate to sue, but she answered with a smile.

"Well, let's get back to it. Grandfather, can you tell me about the demon mirror of self-vision?

"... hey, give me a minute. Oh, my leg..."

The school director, a big adult, pleads with pity for Magilka's questioning.

Speaking after a little free time, the case returned about ten years ago. I mean back when the rumors of the example started happening.

Apparently, that demon mirror was kept as a collection, not for sale in this store. That was the beginning of what happened when the owner accidentally slipped his mouth and told the school director.

Well, there's no need for the school director to eat it. That demon mirror was supposedly made by a fairy and is an epic magic item, I see.

That's what got me rooted in the school director's obstinate favor, and apparently the shopkeeper sold the demon mirror.

"Wait a minute, please"

"Hmm? What the hell, Magilka?"

"I did hear your grandmother scolded you that time of year and your grandfather was barred from buying items?

The school director sweats at Magilka's point and turns to the day after.

When I heard the story, at the time, the item collection habit was worse than it is now, and they were trying to get to where they were going and get to the valuable funds in the realm. I have personally stated that I intend to return it later.

(It's out, out. In short, you tried to use everyone's blood taxes on your hobby, and it was expensive...)

This is how Magilka's wife banned her from purchasing any items in the future.

Yet how could I have a demon mirror?

"Dean of the school..."

I listened and looked at the school director with a dongle in my eyes as if looking at a damned human being.

"And you had no choice! So, it's not an Epic item. You had no choice!

"... what do we do, Magilka?

"I'll report to your grandmother."

Looking at the old man, who repeatedly explains that he had no choice, I asked Magilka, who mercilessly cut off the bassari.

You're pretty shocked by that word, the school director freezes.

"Nevertheless, my grandmother was supposed to collect and manage the items in one place so that this would not happen."

Stop looking at the schoolmaster who has frozen, and Magilka looks at the shopkeeper who was chilling away. I noticed that gaze and the shopkeeper backed off as a ghost.

"Wow, I don't know. They're watching me at home, so they want me to sneak up on the school for supplies. I just can't believe it."

(I wonder if this guy is under some kind of curse already. Stunning suicide bomber.)

"I see, directly to the school...... you do have a looser eye for surveillance than at home. Nevertheless, if you keep it in the dean's office, you will not be noticed..."

"Oh, isn't that why you kept it where there's nobody in the school, and you hid it?

I let go of the school director who still keeps freezing, and I continued to solve mysteries with Magilka.

"I see... that I was unlucky enough to find my students there..."

"Maybe if someone found out that the appearance position had changed coronally, the school director was sneaking it around or something?

"That's possible. What were the people who were unluckily damaged by the demon mirror?

We stop to solve the riddle and see the owner together.

"Hey, what is it, wow, it doesn't matter to me. I can't believe I was helping people created in the mirror back into the mirror."

I was no longer swinging in anticipation, so brilliantly self-destructive that I was likely to admire the store owner for responding brilliantly to it.

"I see you were helping your grandfather. So how do you put it back"

"Eh, ah, I was just keeping the people created by the demon mirror, so the details are a bit..."

Come here. The shopkeeper clouds his words, but in his case, I guess it's true. I just met him today and he has so much trust in me that it seems so.

(In a way, as a customer, you're likely to build tremendous trust, if you're this guy... is that it? So, is it good as a merchant?

"... Really? Then you just have to ask your grandfather."

Did Magilka think the same thing about me, too, accepting his statement sooner or later and changing the filling address?

"Grandfather, how long have you been mocking me? You heard the story, didn't you?

"... Magilka or your grandfather is in shock. A little more like this, of labor... no, nothing"

I thought I'd finally made a move, and this grandfather, he started saying stubborn things. but the moment I asked about Magilka's complexion, I could pull that in too.

I didn't know what look I had because I hadn't seen Magilka, but from what I saw the school director's reaction, I guess it wasn't the look of labor.

"So what were you going to do after this?

"... the next full moon will activate the mirror and push it into the mirror."

"Can you push it in?"

I accidentally broke into the story and listened back, responding to the word "can push in" instead of "put it back" by the school director.

"Hmm, I'd go back from myself if I heard better, but, well, most of the time, I don't like it. Don't be so hard then."

"... that's a lot of noise."

"Well, as a non, it's a valuable time to study and observe the abilities of demon mirrors, so I'd like to do things peacefully, but personally I'd like to get rid of them soon. In the end, it will be our guttural battle. hahahaha"

"... maybe the rumored person will be pushed into the mirror, that's the story of the person who witnessed this..."

The more the truth about the rumors got stringed up, the more I felt like getting away from things like Merchant and Occult and Mystery.

"... Probably, yes. Well, as far as I'm concerned, I don't feel comfortable leaving that disgraceful me relaxed."

Magilka blushes and leans over whether she thinks of the fake Magilka's whereabouts.

I wasn't willing to leave me with that kind of black history either. Anyway, it's too bad for my spirit.

"Nevertheless, why did you have such a personality? Didn't you copy that?

"Hmm, I noticed a good place. The result of all the research and observations that Noh has made is that those created from the mirror are excellent things to copy their abilities and knowledge, as well as their appearance as you can see. That's right, Epic! Refreshing to know what kind of theory it is, but that's something like a fairy. Ugh."

The school director starts explaining my doubts with excitement, and I pull a little on that sudden enthusiasm and quick talk.

"Besides, I didn't get tired of copying the strange fairies or anything like that, and amazingly enough, I put my hands on that personality structure. That's..."

Here's the dean to cut the word once and let it hold for the weird time. Fished by it. I swallow gokuli and spit, too, listening.

"When the person shown sees a fake, they try to choose a very shy or reluctant personality from copied knowledge."

"............ duh, how could you do that?

"Hmm, there are theories around here, but so far the powerful stuff..."

I'm a lot of school director for cutting words again, but I was driven by the urge to only have a bad feeling and not want to hear any more.

"... I thought it would be more interesting."

(Cocksucking. Yikes! That's what I thought. Whoa! You delightful bastard!

"... Anyway, all we have to do is solemnly put the fake back in the mirror before it gets any louder."

To the schoolmaster's explanation I was cursing the maker who made such a joke in my heart, pretending to be superficially calm. In the meantime, Magilka proceeds to talk about the future in a frighteningly sober manner.

I agree with you in wishing that fake back to Mirror Country as soon as possible. But they're getting away with the status quo, and there was another thing that bothered me.

"But I thought you said the next full moon would be like this to return?

"... Indeed. If the power of the Demon Mirror is activated on a full moon day, does that mean it's just a mirror outside of that day?

"Unfortunately, you're right. So at this stage, we can't take them back to the mirror. So, Noon sneaks them away, observes the ability of the mirror, Gehun, Gehun."

…………

At the end of the day I realized I had said something extra, and the school director coughed up and deluded me, but when I listened closely, I decided to let him take the blame by staring at him with cold eyes.

"I see, I mean, your grandfather was looking after those kids. Now I think the day we found the mirror, the person that Tütte saw was not your grandfather, but a fake us, and you had your grandfather by your side."

"... ugh, um..."

"So what's the thing about being a combatant in that institution I ran into?

"Oh, that's... I'm not sure. Mary asked me to set it up and do it. I was looking away then."

"Dean of the school, that's not me, that's fake"

"Lady, let's flush it now"

There was something about Magilka's conversation with the school director that I couldn't nurse, so I reflexively asked for correction and was embarrassed by Tütte from behind. I tie my mouth to it, and obey it if you are the best.

I broke my hip about the story, but anyway, as it stands, all I have to do is catch that stingy fake me, monitor me to keep the noise from happening, and welcome you home the next day.

(We have to secure those kids who escaped first. How far did you go on foot? I would probably do a hell of a lot of running, but I wouldn't do such a lame thing because I have a fake Magirca... and I wouldn't, would I?

With a little anxiety, after listening to the whole story, we left the store behind.

And soon I got involved in one case.

Oh, my God, my carriage was gone.

I don't even have to think about it.

I guess that fake I used it silly. It's a harsh story to tell someone who doesn't know what's going on to tell you who I am and who I am.

"Duh, duh, duh, duh."

"Please calm down, Master Mary. Just because you're in a carriage doesn't mean you can go far. They can't leave the mirror. And even if it's false, there's only one place where Mary and I can travel and not wonder."

Reliable Magilka words opposite of my panicking. Oh, it's so helpful to have Magilka.

"Oh, what's that?

"It's a school. There are demon mirrors over there, and plenty of places to hide. More importantly, it's a place where you won't be suspicious even if we're both on our way. I think that's what Mary would say, isn't it?

I tilt my neck, wondering what I am to Magilka's opinion. 'Cause it's me. Would you turn your head on such an ad hoc basis? Probably orgy about what I'm going to do later by rushing through the momentum.

"Oh, that's why you rely on Magilka"

After simulating what I would do when I was in that position, I hit Pong and convinced him. Perhaps, or I can assure you. False I absolutely rely on fake Magilka to figure out what to do after this.

And if Fake Magilka suggested using the carriage and going back to school, I would definitely follow it. Even such a fake Magirca of Deledere is Magirca, so thinking of it as this Magirca should go hand in hand. Then it would seem good to think you're back in school.

"Then let's go back to school too. Could you put me in Magilka's carriage?

"I don't mind, but when you get back now, the sun will go down."

"I don't mind. See you at school for another night! It's good, isn't it, Dean?"

"Oh... you're not going to be all right. I kept those kids hidden, so I'm ready for them."

We decided to just go back to school with the school director answering with a shoulder flapping like a toho on his ass.

If it stays this way, there are no more people in the school, so in case you find anything fake about me, it won't be known to many people only for the moral damage done to me. Well, I don't even want to suffer that moral damage if I can.

(Please, don't do anything strange for me, over there. No, no!