Magic training in this world is sometimes similar to theatre and calligraphy.
Voice training is compulsory because using the phrase with your voice requires accurate voice volume and pronunciation.
Likewise, the use of letters, or "signs", requires precise descriptions, so the training of the operation becomes compulsory.
As a result, the wizard's brush will be a beautiful one.
It seems that wizards and other wizards who serve leading men often serve as clerks.
I didn't leak that example either, and after being planted in the gas, I could write so beautifully.
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Office.
With a feather pen made of warcraft feathers, carefully describe the concise and stylish sentences you have thought about beforehand, from left to right.
Paper is the best you can get, and ink is fine.
When finished writing, use suction sand to take extra ink and carefully fold the paper.
First fold up and down into three folds to hide the sentence, then laterally into three folds, and you're ready to seal it.
Broiled the vermilion wax with a little fire, draped and closed, and stamped it with a seal ring I had just made last year.
In the shield, the symbol of the light that illuminates the circle of the circle. I mean, the "Marie Blood Family" crest, the family crest.
Though I thought a lot about what to do with this, I ended up settling on Gracefield's 'Circle and Fire' symbol with the 'Shield' symbol indicating the knight.
Finally, on the back properly, make sure that your signature, the sender, and the address are included.
It is addressed to the wise man of the College, the High Ram Master of Confusion.
"………… OK."
The contents of the letter are a request for a literature survey of the College.
In that seat of the king of the woods, the words spoken by the King of Hiiragi.
- In the Iron Rust Mountains, there is a black disaster fire.
- Fire shall spread, or burn all the land.
- That land now sleeps the golden bed of the mountain people, a land where the immense evil flames and the king of temper devour sleep.
Old stories of Mr. Dwarves.
- The dragon is coming.
- The dragon is coming! The dragon is coming! Valakhiaka! Sickle of disaster descends!
"The evil flame and the king of temper"
Let's be honest.
If the fire of evil, the fire of evil, and the king of evil, and the royalty in the Iron Rust Mountains were the demons of the Kings, I was confident that I would triumph.
Even if there are surroundings, there is still a good chance that we can do something about it. I have accumulated that level of experience in the last three years.
Worst, worst, there is also a trump card called "Eat Up (Overeater)", no matter what you can do.
Unless you die of a little mistake - and that possibility is always there in every fight - I can win the fight.
However,
"The Sickle of the Gods."
Certainly in Elf, it refers to a constellation of six stars, the Sickle of the North.
In a constellation consisting of two stars contiguous like a grip and four stars curved like a blade...
Each star bears the name of six great gods: the Thunder God, the Mother Earth God, the Flaming God, the Spirit God, the Wind God, and the Knowledge God.
"Sickle of Disaster. Sickle of the Gods"
That's all the name, called by the proud elves, so fearful.
Maybe, undoubtedly, live from the truth and ancient times -
"Dragon."
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Dragon, I've never fought a dragon.
Even in Brad's martial arts, he didn't make an appearance.
Born at the time of the creation of the original gods, the dragons aroused their incomparable power, supposedly second only to the gods, in the battle between the good gods and the evil gods.
A supple, huge body covered in tough scales, an intellect that manipulates the Word in a productive way.
Powerful wings that capture the wind. Fangs as thick as trees, hook claws as sharp as famous swords.
Many of them have now disappeared from this world.
There are theories that it was because we reduced the number too much in the battle of the gods, and that we took off this cramped material world and fulfilled our sublimation to the dimension of the gods.
Whatever the truth of the various theories, there are few more dragons in this world.
Many vivid legends and various subdragons who were once supposedly family members of the dragon only bear witness that they existed.
"……… Dragon."
Let's repeat: their power is (...), second only to the gods (...).
Even the Tree Spirit of the Immortal Stagnate, who would have been half-baked by gas and cut off in power, is so dangerous, so hopeless.
... I was dying once. [M]
Without the saving hand of the Goddess of Lightning, she would have died as she was.
Reminds me of the fear of the Immortal.
My spine trembled.
"…… The Wooden Spirit and the Dragon"
Which is stronger. I don't know.
But it's significantly weaker than Stagnate, for God's sake, it's never the only thing.
Situationally, I want to be cautious, probably having to fight.
That's what I thought, and while I had time to spare, I decided to ask Hyram to investigate if there was any clue.
Gus also used to belong to the College of the Wise, which brings together a variety of books and a lot of wisdom.
Sometimes it seems like the elves who jumped out of the woods and asked for knowledge belong to them, and old heirlooms and such might catch on.
"Oh......"
Sigh.... depressing. I don't want to fight.
Well, I'm a boy, too, and a warrior trained by Brad.
Strength has a bit of restraint.
But at the same time, I've figured it out in action many times already.
Comparing the arms of warriors to each other, no matter what you try... there is no romance in the real exchange of life.
No, I don't.
All that's there is just a harsh, cruel, unafraid eating.
"I don't like it………"
Long time ago, my hands are shaking.
Opponents of equal or higher quality. A highly publicized opponent to lose.
The other person who would brutally take away his life, unharmed.
"I don't like it, hey..."
Nature, I remember Marie.
Nice smell of burnt incense when embraced.
Will. William. That's what you call me, Grandma's voice.
"…… I'm scared."
Small, that's when it's zero.
"You're not freaking out!
I shook my shoulder unexpectedly.
Because I thought someone might have asked me.
However,
"Ooh, another bottle!
It was a voice from outside the window.
When I peeked, Menel and Lu were in a mock fight.
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"Sora!"
"Gu...... Huh"
With a mock sword previously made for training, Menel with his protective gear kicked Lu down lightly.
"I was hesitant to hit you from the top of my armor!
Be kinder than Will - or sweeter Thamei!
Moaning Lulu, Menel provokes.
"Oops. What, are you surrendering already? Do you want to run back with your tail wrapped around it, little boy?
"Ma, not yet............!
Lu strikes with a simulated sword.
Menel didn't even avoid it.
At the forehead of his armor, he receives a simulated sword that is swung down head-on.
Even when the dull collision sounded, it didn't even close its eyes with reflection.
"Hey, put it head-on. Is that it? Is that a decorative arm? Oi?"
While receiving a simulated sword, Menel leans over and stares at him.
Lu was frightened.
"Ooh, you freaked out easily, didn't you? Keep it up, one, one. Cry and run, see?"
"I'm not running!
"Then hit it more! Try your best. There's a heck of a thing!
"Wow!
Menel receives the simulated sword well with his armor.
Lu wields it with all his might. That should have quite a shock even over the armor already, but it's the boulder that doesn't even show a painful bare gesture.
- Menel has recently taken on a push role with me in training with Lu.
Lu is too kind.
Muscle strength exercises tremendous power, and if I were to hold a heavy object, it would be comparable to mine.
Yet when we actually meet with a simulated sword, or combine it, we are struck and thrown by a menu that should be inferior to muscle strength.
Though it is a virtue to be gentle... as a warrior, there is nothing but flaws.
"This is the only way to stain the body with movement," he concluded after consulting Menel and the two of us.
That's why now Menel is slapping, kicking down and pushing haters, even letting Lu punch them in.
As I was accustomed to killing birds and beasts against them, I get used to "a lot of stressful combat situations" and "beating my living opponents to the full."
…… that's the first step.
"Ohhhhh!!
"but...... Huh!
It sounded amazing.
Lu's simulated sword, which was swept away by the horizontal sword, blew up Menel. I hit the torso guard.
…………… definitely hurts. It hurts so bad.
"Heh - that one's pretty good, you liked it"
But Menel didn't put it on the table.
She had a slight wrinkle between her eyebrows, forcing her to keep a flat expression.
"That's how it goes."
I haven't been a very good teacher.
Actually, I have good care and life experience, and maybe a little more qualitative in terms of teaching than I do.
"Ah, thank you. Thank you very much!
And Lu is straight.
Whether you are frightened or cared for your opponent and your hands are loose, your eyes are still not dead to your opponent shouting, awesome, and approaching menel.
With glittering, scissor-colored eyes, he shouts and turns to Menel, an overwhelming warrior of character.
- That's amazing, I thought.
Every single battle, I see him getting a little stronger.
What I couldn't do today is what I can do the next day.
What I couldn't do the next day, also, the next day.
It's all a small change.
Sometimes we go in the wrong direction of our efforts and we fall back just a little bit.
But why not continue the change for ten days?
If it lasts 20 days. If it lasts 30 days. If it lasts 50 days. If it lasts 100 days. If it lasts 1,000 days.
If it goes on forever, what happens?
A warrior is not a warrior because he was born that way.
Many times it hurts, tries and errors, repeats small, small growth, and becomes a warrior (...).
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Lu, kicked down by Menel again under the window and rolled to the ground, is dirty everywhere.
But I could see him shining like a jewel.
A stone that shines in misalignment, before people can still get it.
They're going to be sharpened, polished, and they're going to shine more beautifully.
When I thought about it, I felt a little less anxious and gentle about why.
- Brad.
Could Brad ever, ever feel this way?