Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

After all, Dad didn't come home yesterday.

My father's real job is as a blacksmith, so I don't think he can do anything stupid about the sword. I think so, but I'm rather anxious there.

"... you feel weird"

If there's anything I can do about it. Well, there's no reason to worry.

"Anos. Misha's here to pick you up."

I can hear my mother from the ground floor.

I left my room and went down to the store.

There, there was Misha and her mother.

"Morning."

Misha says.

He wears a white piece and ties a bow to a fluffy vertical roll.

"You don't see clothes."

"... new clothes..."

I see. I thought the dough was fresh with rice noodles.

"... weird?

Misha asks at the top.

"No. You look great. Nice clothes."

She flickered like a little light.

"Anos's Preference"

"Mine? Well, I'm sure it's a good idea, but in the end, you hardly answered Misha's question."

Then, just like yesterday, "hehe," Misha laughs.

"Look me in the eye and you'll see"

"Really?

"Mmm."

As far as I'm concerned, I wasn't going to draw any conclusions, but I didn't expect to see through the bottom of my heart.

I have just the right demon eye.

"You've noticed a lot. Glad to hear it, Misha."

Misha's talent is considerable. If grown correctly, it will have the potential to approach the demonic tribe of the mythical age.

"Good."

Misha seems satisfied with my words.

"Bye, Mother. I'm coming."

"Come on in."

Smile, and your mother sent us away.

"Well. You're gonna tell me what Misha likes, aren't you?

Kokuri and Misha nod.

"Here."

Misha will show me around.

I walked away with him, looking forward to where he was going.

Eventually, it comes to a place where many shops stand side by side. It is a Midhaze shopping district. It would be the busiest place around here. There are a lot of people in the past.

"Here"

Misha stopped in front of a store.

The magic model store, Sioux of the Dragon, had a sign out.

It's a big store.

When I went inside, the woman in the hat turned to me.

"Oh? Misha, there you are. Are you going to make it again today?

"Mmm."

"Thanks for everything. I already have a buyer for the magic model of the castle you gave me. That would be really helpful."

A female shopkeeper opens the door in the back.

"Speaking of which, is this brother, Misha's boyfriend?

Misha turned to me once and shook her head to the side as she shrugged.

"Friends"

Anos Voldigord.

When I say that, the female shopkeeper laughs.

"My name is Melissa Nomad. Nice to meet you."

"Oh. By the way, what is a magic model?

When asked, Melissa gave a startled look.

"... there are people who don't know the magic model right now. Brother, you're not from Dillhayd, are you? Where are you from?

It's been two thousand years. Even so, you wouldn't believe it.

"From a borderline city on the human continent of Azecyon."

"Heh. Oh. So, Misha's here to show you her magic model."

Misha nods coldly.

"Go ahead, then. Because no one is using the workshop right now."

Following Misha and Melissa, I went inside the workshop.

The floor of the workshop depicts some magic formations. It's an exclusive magic team. Places and magic types are limited, but precise magic can be exercised for that matter.

There are also long tables and shelves on which there is spherical glass.

In the glass are small buildings, trees and grasshoppers. It was as if the landscape had been cut and shrunk.

"What do you say? This is the magic model. Amazing, isn't it? By the way, Misha made this during this time."

Among the glass spheres shown by Melissa was an ice castle built in the woods. This is a compact demon king castle built by Misha in the intervening squad-by-squad confrontation test. The background is Demon Tree Forest.

There is a piece of paper on the table that has been sold.

"I see. Made with"

Misha nods.

It takes a lot of magic and magical understanding to make giant sized objects, but it takes more than that to make smaller, finer objects. That's why we're going to need an exclusive magic team.

"The smaller, more precisely crafted magic model, the better."

That's all it is.

It is true that the magic model that Misha made is large enough to ride flat in the hand, while the details are made in quite fine detail.

"Is this what Misha likes?

"I like to make details"

Misha's voice without discouragement plays more than usual.

"Look."

Misha puts her hands together and launches an exclusive magic formation.

"Rice for all"

< Creative Architecture (Ives) > is exercised and the glass sphere appears first. The living room of my house will be built in it. There were many dishes lined up at the table, surrounded by Misha, Sasha, Ray, Mass, Mother and Father. In the meantime, it's a landscape when we all eat.

Misha does it easily, but it's pretty hard to create the details of what actually exists with just the image. I guess she has the ability to instantly remember what she sees.

Still, that sounds like fun sometime.

Usually a faceless Misha's face is slightly broken. The bluff was serious in itself, and I was staring at the magic model.

She stopped exercising magic and turned to me.

"Boring?"

He looks a little anxious.

"No, that's interesting. It's just a game, but smaller, finer pursuits will also bring us to the abyss of Creative Architecture (Ives)."

Misha laughs.

"Anos likes magic"

"I don't think so..."

Misha shook her head sideways.

"Like"

Hmm. I never thought about that.

For me, magic is like breathing.

"Do I look that way?

Kokuri and Misha nod.

"Well, maybe so."

I don't know about myself.

If Misha says so, it would be worth a thought.

She also resumes the magic of Creative Architecture (Ives).

A few minutes pass, and at the end of the day, my figure shows up at the table.

It was the completion of the magic model.

"Done."

"That's pretty good."

Drop your gaze on the magic model made by Misha. The living room in the spherical glass is made into detail. Those who can use this much < Creative Architecture (Ives) > are not so in this day and age.

"Want to try?

"If I do it, I'll have two masterpieces in the world."

Then, from behind, haha, I heard a laugh.

"I'm out big, brother. But the history of magic models has been around for 500 years, and it's not that easy."

"Really? So, can you show me the best magic model?

"... uh, that's just the best thing I don't have in this store, but there's something amazing about it. It's as good as saying it's best for some people. Follow me."

Melissa turns back her heels with pleasure.

I followed her and came to the place where the magic model was decorated.

The store is bigger than I thought and busier with people.

Maybe magic models are popular in Dirhade.

"Behind here, there's an amazing one about ten fingers in a magic model. The creators are unknown, but they call it a fantasy delicacy, and they say it's something that the famous Demons have spent decades building."

Melissa leads us to the back of the store.

Then, unlike other works, beautifully decorated magic models began to line up.

Probably an expensive product.

Further, I could see a luxuriously decorated corner.

One man stands where there will probably be a magic model. An old gentleman wearing a monocle.

Next door is accompanied by a man who looks like a clerk.

"Uh, I'm sorry. I was surprised. I think I'm gonna have to wait."

Only one person is looking at the magic model.

You don't have to wait, you'll normally be able to peek.

"Isn't that what you're looking for? You think I'm free?

"Kind of. He's a famous appraiser teacher. When I say Demir Graha, everyone in this neighborhood knows about it. They call me a legendary appraiser. He finally recognized me as a magic model. So, well, it's kind of rude to see them together."

Do you mean special treatment?

Well, I can see it from here.

"... well. That's just sometimes called a fantasy delicacy."

DeMille said as he peered into the magic model.

"I didn't know they were about the size of pinkies, so precisely crafted in, and faithfully reproduced all the way inside. The fact that the Delzo Gade is old means, as rumors have it, that it was made more than hundreds of years ago? Excellent. There won't be five of us in history who can use this much creative architecture."

I wonder how much it is and peek at the magic model with far-sighted demonic eyes.

"That's what goes into the ten fingers with the magic model?

"Brother, can you see - That's right. Isn't that amazing? Didn't you regret what you said earlier?

Melissa tells me to tease you.

"Regret? ha. Say what? That's easy to build."

Then DeMille turned, eagerly looking at the magic model.

He pours a sharp gaze that stabs around him.

"Who is it? Now, who blasphemed this wonderful piece?

In a reprehensible tone, the busy store quiets back to the scene.

"Totally. If you don't have the courage to make a name for yourself, don't say anything light-hearted. Being an enthusiast of magic models is lamentable when you have no respect for great works and make derogatory remarks."

I spoke to DeMille trying to see the magic model again.

"I'm the one who said it now."

Then Demir stared at me.

"Nothing, I didn't disparage the work. I just said the facts."

Demir puts his face on my statement.

Melissa, who was next door, said as she panicked.

"Uh, brother...? Better keep it around..."

"It's okay."

"Well, it's okay. Hey, hey. Stop him from Misha, too."

Misha stared back at Melissa.

"It's okay."

"Oh, yeah... I said it's okay..."

DeMille steps toward me.

"Are you a magic model?

"No, but to this extent, it's easy."

DeMille smiled at the words.

"Oh man, this is totally it, so the amateur. Okay? Making smaller models is a lot harder than you think. If you say you can do it, why don't you go to the workshop and show it to me now? Hmm?"

"You don't have to."

DeMille laughs, haha.

"Sora, have you seen it? After that, be careful to slap the big mouth. I think we should be respectful of good work and models."

"What am I mistaken about? I told him I could make it here without going to the workshop."

Put your hands together and draw a magic formation.

The next moment, a very small stone below the bean grain was appearing there.

"Is this...!?

Demir trembled with a smugness and stared at the pebble.

There, Melissa came in a hurry and bowed her head.

"Also, I'm sorry! This brother is an amateur who knows nothing about magic models. If you'll forgive me for that..."

I guess you thought DeMille was mad.

But he said to Melissa, who broke in.

"What are you talking about?

"Huh...?

Melissa gives a decent look.

"It doesn't look like a magic model store owner. If you don't know the beauty of this piece, keep your mouth shut."

Melissa is just flabbergasted by DeMille's lack of change.

I don't care about that, DeMille stares at the tiny stone I made.

Magic concentrates on the magic appliance's monocle, and he stares at the demonic eye.

"... oh... just like I thought... no, more than I thought... I don't believe it...... I wouldn't believe anyone...... What is this...!? This tiny grain is what makes Delzogate Castle......!? No, no, you're not. Instead of del Zoguedo, is this, like,... reproducing this city? Ten thousand times, no a million times, I still can't see the details..."

"If you want to look at it in detail, you multiply it by a billion."

"Ju, a billion!? Ki, I wonder if you've built a magic model a billionth of a size!?

"I told you it would be easy"

DeMille has the exact look of amazement and trembles when she disappoints her whole body.

"Oh, my God... a billion magic models, without even a fixed magic formation, in an instant..."

DeMille opens her magic to full power and stares desperately at a minimal magic model.

Magic equipped for monocles, I guess you're zooming in and looking at the magic model.

"... wonderful... too wonderful...!! What precision. Is this possible? You, yes, no......! Sir, can I have your name, please?

Anos Voldigord.

"Mr. Anos! I want to see more of your work! I will definitely show you my teacher as the best magic modeler in the world! Please, if you're going to make a piece, could you show it to me? The money will be paid in nominal terms"

Oh, boy, that's an exaggeration.

Due to DeMille's noise, there is a crowd around and I look at this one with interest.

Do you want to leave early?

"Sorry, but I'm not going to be a magic model"

"Nah... with all this talent... how the hell is that...? I think about wealth and fame, but it stays that way!

"Unfortunately I'm not interested"

"Geez, I'm not interested. No!?

DeMille raises her bare voice.

When I grabbed my finger, the magic model of the Delzogate Demon King Castle came to life and fell flat in my hand.

"So, then, first of all, would you at least sell that wonderful piece? No matter how much, we will pay you!!

"Unfortunately, I still have a use for it"

"That's it! Sir! Anos, sir!!

Turn your heels back and tell Misha.

"I'm sorry. Got a little noisy."

Misha shook her neck as she sifted.

"I didn't do anything wrong"

"Has it turned into a commotion?

"Sounds like Anos"

Hmm. Don't move, Misha.

"Let's get out of here."

"Mmm."

In the hustle and bustle around us, we left behind the magic model shop.