Magi Craft Meister

There was a boy.

Born there as three men of a wealthy merchant's house, he was raised relatively freely.

I would say that my grandparents were alive and well, and it was not my parents but my grandparents who raised him primarily.

The boy used to love stories. My grandparents told me well.

Magic Wars. A big showdown with the Demons.

The boy's chest jumped when asked.

The boy embarks on a journey when he turns fifteen.

I didn't go that far. Domestic, enough place to go and come home in ten days.

We can get there in four to five days each way. There was a ruin there.

It was rumored to be the ruins of the Magic Wars.

It was on a high ground overlooking a large lake.

It had been developed as a tourist destination, and most people would look at it in conjunction with tourism on the lake.

But the boy showed no interest in the lake, and even looked around at the ruins.

"Is this the ruin..."

The ruins were like a half-defunct castle site. A worry-free part of the collapse is open to tourists.

Other parts are considered off-limits and only occasionally come to find out by an archaeologist with permission.

"I'm sure there's something more interesting over there."

That's what the boy thought. And wait for the night the tourists disappear and step into a restricted area. Grab one of the little magic lamps.

That changed the boy's life.

And suddenly his feet fell apart, and a hole was made.

I've never had a hole in my walk with dozens of people before, in that place.

Was that fate?

"It's been..."

A hole in the floor made of stone with a thickness of more than one metre. From there the boy fell.

We can say that we were lucky not to be crushed by the stone that fell with us. The biggest piece of stone was two metres square, and when it was laid down, the boy or other would have become just a chunk of meat.

"This place..."

Whipped on his painful body, the boy rose.

The place I am now was like a hall. The hole that fell seemed diagonal rather than perpendicular from the middle. Otherwise the boy would have lost his life due to the impact of the fall.

However, the hole that should have fallen had been blocked by stone that had collapsed later, and it was very unlikely that we could escape from it.

"You're in trouble."

The boy shrugs, but not as troubled a face as the word.

Because now the boy stands in a place that tourists have no reason to know and was thought to be a place where even archaeologists had never set foot.

Considering that this must be inside the castle where the generals and knights used to walk during the Wars of Magic, the boy's chest was howling with reluctance.

"Well, which way shall we go"

There were two entrances and exits in that hall-like place: one large and one small.

The smaller one is just about the front door of a normal house. The larger one was five meters tall and wide.

After worrying, the boy turns to the smaller one.

When he started walking, the boy realized he could see around him for some reason. It is now the night, and the magic guide lamp that I have brought is an underlay of stone. Yet you can see around you.

That was because the walls were glowing thin and bright.

Boy I meant to have seen quite a lot of things, but I never saw a light like this.

"I wonder if this is the old technology"

Guided by that light, the boy crept through the entrance and exit of the smaller one.

Beyond it is a passage, which lasts for a long time, curving loosely. Moreover, it was only slightly down, and the boy went deeper underground.

There's one door ahead that went on for about ten minutes. It was made of iron and rusted red.

"Do you want to open it?

When I pressed the door with all my strength, the door moved slightly as I made a noise and groaned. And he managed to open it until one person could get through, so the boy stepped beyond that door.

This was my last chance to turn back.

But the earliest fear and hesitation had fallen out of the boy. Except the boy was attracted to an unknown place, and was progressing.

Beyond the door, it was a tremendous number of magic guides.

A lot of things were broken, but still a third seemed safe, at least in appearance.

There's something in there that caught the boy's eye.

"Is that... a doll?

That's one doll. The figure is a girl. But he is not angry, he sits on the floor and leads to the wall.

There is another reason why I have determined to be a doll.

His left hand was broken. It was just missing from the elbow joint, and there was something stringy hanging from the rest of it.

That appearance is not at least human flesh.

"... beautiful"

But the doll was beautiful.

The hair positively has a golden glow and the touch is like the finest silk thread. The skin had a white magnetic whiteness and her face was truly angelic.

"I wonder if it's going to work anymore"

The boy gently tries to touch the doll.

Cold. I can't feel the temperature.

"... a doll, after all"

I glance through its cheeks with my hands.

"Soft......"

Touch like a human, but cold, such discomfort.

"Your eyes are closed, too."

The boy can't help but wonder what color those eyes are. Because it's such a beautiful doll, my eyes must be beautiful too.

"I wonder why it doesn't work"

Grab my shoulder and shake it gently. The blonde hair fluttered and wobbled but the doll never woke up.

The boy on the way remembered one old story his grandmother told him.

That's the story of a princess who is locked in a tower and keeps sleeping.

The ancient kingdom, its only blood-drawing princess, just keeps sleeping. Until the day of the resurrection of the kingdom.

When its sleep shall be remembered, when the ancient kingdom shall be resurrected.

That's the story.

Princess, it was one brave man who woke you up. At the mouth of a brave man, the princess wakes up.

And I woke up. The princess is bound to the brave. That is the resurrection of the kingdom. That is, the brave man will be king, and the princess will be queen.

"Mouth..."

The boy had never fallen in love yet. Of course I've never dated a girl.

If you can call this love, this doll was the boy's first love counterpart.

When the boy looks around, even though no one has seen him, he looks softly at him.

And after many hesitations, he spat upon his peachy lips.

Bright red and the boy leaves the doll.

He leaned down so that he could illuminate, and was stunned by the boy's face when he raised his face and saw the doll's face again.

The doll's eyes were open.

It had a bright red blood colour. But the boy thought it was beautiful.

"You... woke me up?

The voice seemed to roll the bell, attracting the boy.

The girl gets up slowly.

"Looks like you've been asleep a long time. Oh, my left arm's still broken."

The girl who shrugged so walks out.

"You're getting a little rattled. But, well, it won't interfere with the movement."

Step-by-step, the doll walks and stands in front of the boy.

"Thank you. Would you give me a name if I were you?

That said the boy, with a surprising, hardly working head, still mouths his name.

That's the name that came to mind the moment I saw the doll.

"Elena."

The doll grinned when the boy said so,

"Yes, I'm Elena. Best wishes, my lord."