My First Trip was to Another World

Would you have stayed in Erminsur for about twenty days? Most of the way the palace worked out. I'm still ahead of me to turn it into a magic prop, but now I can make it anytime.

The analysis of metastatic magic and McHaela was also completed, and the purpose for which we came here was achieved. We've got more time to spare, so we'll have more time to chat with nature.

"So, metastatic magic is now available?

Claire has asked me somehow about the metastatic magic she's been working so hard on lately. It seemed to me that I was hoping to learn soon, but it took a lot of time.

"I don't know. But the distance is short. Now the distance you can grasp on the map is the limit. It's a hassle, but you're on foot back home."

The distance you can transfer is limited to about 3 km. It seems like we can handle it depending on practice, so we'll just have to get used to it.

"That's not awesome. It was hard magic, wasn't it?

"Sort of."

I also managed to master metastatic magic. It's been a long way. The hardest part was the task of stirring up Diego. Reminds me of Diego these days.

I've been going to Diego for about a week now. The door to the cathedral had been asked by Luna to leave it open.

"Hey, Diego. How are you?"

"Are you the Lord again? What can I do for you now?

Diego spoke powerless as he sat in his chair. Looks like he's totally losing his energy.

"I'm alone today. I'm here to talk to you."

"Mmm! Right! You want to hear my story?

All right. Then let's talk about the great famine that happened in Erminssur. At one point, the rainy season arrived early... "

Shit, I'm not interested at all.

Diego is about to go ahead on his own. Probably an old story where I worked. That would be a far-fetched brag. It's no use just asking. A waste of time. But it would be awkward if I broke my hip and hurt my mood. Good luck listening.

"... I see. Is that what happened?"

I don't remember what you were talking about, but I feel like I was saying this by mentioning when the rain would stop. It's just a waste of brain cells to remember. As soon as we can, let's drive him to the other side of oblivion.

"There, there! My magic will burst. I was a magician too!

Diego keeps talking about things he's not sure about, but it just became a magic topic. I've been waiting for this timing.

"You did. The magic of the other day would be the magic of metastasis. Didn't you have a hard time mastering?

"Humph! Well done. You listened. That magic is the magic of tradition, inherited among the wizards of Erminsur.

It's the first time I've been recognized as an aristocrat. "

Diego stuck his jaw out and replied in an upbeat manner. Were the elders of the village of Elves aristocrats? It won't matter anymore, though.

But the foreground is long. I wonder if you can use it crisply and tell me sassy.

"Will you show me? I didn't see much before this."

"Fine. Take a good look."

When Diego said so, he glowed lightly and vanished. It's a sight I've seen so many times. I still don't know exactly what's going on.

I feel signs coming from behind me shortly afterwards and look back, Diego is on one knee and out of breath. You've seen this before.

"Zeha! Zeha..."

Speak to Diego, who breathes on his shoulders.

"I wasn't sure, could you show me again? You can do that, right?

"Ha-ha-ha... naturally... who do you think we are... humph!

When Diego disappeared again, he appeared a little further away and fell asleep in the big letters.

"Ghah! Hah! Ha! Ha..."

Diego's translucent body looks even thinner. It must have consumed quite a bit of magic.

But I kind of figured that out. When it disappears, it disappears to shrink inward, and where it exits, it appears to emit light. These seem to be going hand in hand.

"We're almost there. One more time, please."

"I wonder if you're going to kill me! Ha-ha-ha..."

Diego screams as he stares at the ceiling with his unfocused eyes.

If we do this any more, it could disappear. Let's wait for Diego to breathe and have him explain it in words.

I don't care, but you breathe ghosts, too.

After waiting for a while, Diego stood fully, hands on his hips and fluttered. I think I'm fine now.

"How do you use that magic?

"Human beings can't do it. Both humans have spells with bumps for some reason, but magic doesn't have chants. Magic is the power of reason. You can't use real magic like humans."

Diego put his arms together loosely, with pitiful eyes.

It's like making fun of people. This is where I get upset. Keep your desire to beat him down a lot and keep asking questions.

"Someone I know used it. I also asked how to use it, but I didn't understand the person's explanation."

"Hung. You seem to have a little good wizard. If you can't explain it, you're not a big user."

Diego says as he bites his back teeth and distorts his face. It seems regrettable that there are still other users besides myself.

But Elf's village elders were better. There were completely different distances that could be transferred, and there was nothing like breathlessness in a single metastasis.

"If it was Diego, how would you explain it?

"If you're my brother, you are..."

Diego's description was almost identical to that of the elders. The only difference is enough to irritate you with a dignified way of speaking and a high-pressure attitude. I'll have to observe the magic for a while and take a hint.

No, it might be quicker to get used to the feeling of metastasis.

"There's definitely metamagic in the hallway here, too, right?

"A little different, but yes. That thing is demonic so anyone can activate it. Just touch it and you can metastasize."

Diego says in great arms. Let's get used to that device over and over again. It's more certain than asking poorly.

This guy is a ghost, so I can't touch that metastatic magic. You're trapped because you woke up in a place like this. I'm just naming the guardian here for a handy interpretation.

"But if you can use metamagic on your own, why aren't you out of here?

"I try things that come to mind with your Lord, by the way.

The Lord will not know, but this place is built deep beneath the palace. It's impossible to transfer this distance. "

I don't even know how deep it is. I guess it's pretty deep. I can't cross it with Diego's metastatic magic.

I thought it would be nice to slip through the ground, but the Ghost seems to have difficulty overlapping more than half of his body with objects. They say we have to push it in.

Diego and I were having a chat during practice. The contents of the story include stories of prophecies being centered, stories of repelling demons, and stories of catching thieves. In short, I'm proud of you.

Some of them were fallen in love saving the lives of noble daughters, but that's a lie.

It was just a story that wasn't worth a single piece of copper coin, so I don't remember it at all. I'm sure you'll learn freshness even if they tell you the same story. In fact, I think they told the same story a few times. The details are subtly different, so maybe the tension at that time changes the way the story is done.

There was only one topic of concern. About Uroboros.

"Sometimes, Lord. The Lord will have come from outside. What's going on with Uroboros?

Say it like Diego suddenly remembered something.

Uroboros crusaded three on his way here, but there are still about four left. I don't know where he is, but I plan to get rid of him if I see him.

"There are still a few left."

"Humph. That would be the case. Our prophecy was still not a mistake"

Diego says well. Could it be Ten Himself who let Uroboros go wild? Many people are annoyed because of me.

"What do you mean?

"Uroboros developed and liberated himself as the protector of the land. We prophesied that Uroboros would protect the land for a thousand years."

That...... could you be quite capable as a prophet? It is true that Uroboros was rampaging around for a thousand years.

"What purpose did you make that stuff for? There's no elves left here."

"Right. When we lost our flesh, there were already few elves left. If we were to die, we would have destroyed the Imperial Army.

Not to let the foolish Imperial Army destroy the land. "

It's a much more selfish way of doing things, but the prospect is generally successful. This perimeter has been abandoned by all countries and has not even been dispatched a survey mission. Enough for a courageous adventurer to visit occasionally. Those adventurers are also going to turn back as soon as they get into the jungle.

But it would be hard to say thanks to Uroboros. The combo between jungle and elf junction was more troublesome. If I hadn't known about the juncture, I would certainly have been shipwrecked and dead.

"That's fine, but the surviving elves are annoying. You, take responsibility."

"I don't know that. I'm surprised there's survival, but they'll be the ones who escaped the war anyway. Leave me alone."

Diego said it irresponsibly, as if it were natural. They're also less homogeneous. I guess in this guy, it's two choices: 'self' and 'otherwise'. If they tell me which way to take this guy or the Elf Village, I'll say "Elf Village" instantly.

In case anything happens to this guy going outside the cathedral, he's going to stick out in front of Uroboros. It's almost this guy's fault, so I'm gonna make this guy wear a kejime.

For a few days, I gathered information from Diego as we chatted. As a result, I was able to master metastatic magic.

In the end, I feel like the chat was longer. Was it quicker for you to keep your head down and tell me from the beginning? No, I'll just stick it up and brag about it longer. The mastery time would not have changed.

"Good luck...... It must have been tough, huh?

Luna worked for me. It was tough, Diego's opponent. I look down every time something happens, so it's annoying.

"Oh. This makes me feel better when I don't have to see Diego"

In the end, he never made it out of the cathedral. Unless we go to see each other from here, we won't face each other. Let's seal that door tight.

"Do you want to destroy the door in case you can't come out?

"That's futile, so let's stop it"

It's too late to come across the door. Even if the door doesn't open, we can slip through it because it's a ghost. Well, his metastatic magic won't get him out of it.

Thus succeeded in mastering metastatic magic, which was one of the aims.

McHaela is next, but most of the work is done here as well. Rusty iron was stripped from the worn out sword, the silver core was removed and analyzed, and the mechanism was clarified to match the library materials. All we have to do is make a prototype.