Price of Management

A bright light begins to flow from the enchantment. It's been a long time.

“What matters is now. ”

If there are no more spirits to contract, this light will fade away as if nothing had happened.

A swarm of light splits into hundreds of strands, tangled together like a thread.

Slow down.

The mass of light twitches and begins to change shape. It was summoned by a spirit.

“It's working!”

I cheered. It was a success. You can make a deal with another spirit!

I was very curious about what spirit would appear. Please don't let such a troublesome salamander show up...

At that moment, a single breeze shook my hair gently. I have a hunch that summoned is the Spirit of Wind Silf. This is how Princess Serence felt when she signed with Silf in the Orient Kingdom.

Wheeing...

The wind grows stronger.

In all directions, the French and the winds focused on one place began to form a translucent shape that could be discerned by the naked eye.

But…….

Something was wrong.

The shape was very large. It was comparable to the body type of an adult. Could the first summoned Lesser Spirit be that big? I was amazed and mesmerized by the sight.

Twitch, twitch.

Arms and legs appear and faces rise. I'm starting to get a head start.

And the fully equipped appearance is…….

“Eek?! ”

I was terrified.

A silf who looked exactly like me was staring at me. I had no face, no height, no body type. No, my figure looks a little thinner than mine. A little bit.

His face looked a little awkward, just like when he was eighteen years old.

“What is this? ”

I was dumbfounded.

I didn't expect a spirit to appear in any form, but this was completely unthinkable.

A silk that looks exactly like me.

No, my appearance was me when I was eighteen years old, but I felt a different color.

The look on my face was different. A little frostbite and a little bit of invisibility. But I'm not strangely familiar. That face, that atmosphere....

- Will you sign with me?

Silf asked me.

Then, he sighs deeply and reads in his unconfident voice.

- Hah, I probably shouldn't...

“ ……. ”

Oh, now I get it.

I'm not confident. A pessimistic mind about yourself!

Yes, it is.

The shape of the silk was just like the shape of my previous life.

* * *

Anyway, we had a deal. This led to the land, water and fire followed by the spirit of the wind.

Earl McDell's party hasn't arrived yet, so I'm killing time with the spirits.

A silk that looks like my previous youth is sitting on a rock with a slightly tired look somewhere. Looking at that, I remember the first time I was scratched by Leyra (now my brother-in-law), who was greeted as my wife.

Norm and Woundee stare at Silf, wondering what's so strange about it. The salamander leans in front of the silf and makes a fuss.

- You look like someone, Khehe! You got a problem with that?

Silf stares at Salamander and sighs. Ah, the more I look at it, the more annoyed I am.

- It's all wrong now...

A silk that speaks out of nowhere negatively.

Uh, I agree, you son of a bitch.

How can a guy like that just show up like that? Does Mother Nature's will hold any grudge against me? Is that what this is?

I remember the first time I entered animosity.

When I first met Noam, I was happy to run. How cute is this?

Wounded?

Lovely as ever. At this point, I thought animosity was a gift from humanity.

Salamander…….

A demon cub pops out. He looked like my wretched son, and his personality was 10,000 times more evil. It's doubtful that the Magic Cube was connected to the Magic Cube by mistake when signing the contract.

And silf…….

I really don't know anymore.

I understand salamanders, because in my second life, I can interpret my sense of grandeur as the image of a former wretch who no longer existed.

However, I still don't understand the silk that appeared as my youth in my previous life.

What the hell does that mean?

I miss who I was in my past life? Ridiculous. My youth in my past life is close to my fault. It is unlikely that I will miss the time when I was deeply inferior to my bones and had suffered many failures. I want to erase it from my memory.

But Sylph turned out to be the one I hated the most. I confronted a memory I didn't want to remember.

There's no way that a Spirit would do something bad to a Spirit.

A Spirit can be summoned to what a Spirit wants. Why did that Silf turn out like that?

“Oh, I don't know. ”

I scratched my head. The only problem I had to think about was the pain.

Other than that, there's something weird about it.

“Why is he so big? ”

The same silk from my youth to my height. Not only Noum and Woundee look 14 years old, but they are bigger than Salamanders. Is that a lesser spirit?

I'll give it a try.

I sent an order to the Sylph in my mind.

Hey, buddy.

Look over here.

Surprisingly, Silf glanced back at me with an unwilling look.

It was from the Intermediate Spirit that he accepted orders even though his mind was connected and he did not speak. The seals you just signed meant they were at least above the Intermediate Spirit.

It was surprising that the spirit that responded to the first summoning could be more than intermediate from the beginning.

I thought I had a lot of spiritual affinity for a higher spirit.

Then I guess I'll have to test you for Senior Spirits this time.

In size, it was already a bigger silk than other spirits. I couldn't rule out the possibility of a higher spirit.

I tried to share my senses with Sylph.

But this time it failed. It was not a superior spirit.

It was still a surprising enough result.

Intermediate Spirits have been summoned from the beginning and accepted the contract.

When a higher spirit attempts a Spirit Contract, the intermediate spirit responds to the summoning.

It was an attempt to make a card of the spleen in preparation for the trap of Emperor Kars, but it was a much larger power surge than expected. Lesser Spirits' attack power has no great effect on either Expert or higher Madosa, but the story is different for Intermediate Spirits.

- You look just like your dad. You look so depressed.

- Cheer up...

- Heheh heh, asthenia!

The three spirits surrounded the Silf and talked about things. Silf's face is annoying as a child, but he doesn't surprisingly avoid the spirits.

I felt confused when I saw the Salamander and Silf side by side. My former life and my wretched son.... You don't think I wanted to see that?

It was sunset.

Earl McDell's group arrives as the sun sets over the sky.

I immediately decommissioned the Sylph. I don't need to show you my spleen card, Sylph.

“Have you been waiting long? ”

Earl McDell comes out of the wagon, breathing the wind and bites.

“I spent a much better time in the carriage than I did in the carriage. ”

“I see. Since the baron is bored, I'll tell him to speed up a bit tomorrow." ”

“I see.”

Earl McDell's party moves swiftly to prepare for camp. Everyone seemed busy except for Earl McDell, who was reading. How about I cook you dinner with all my heart?

“Kids, go hunt. ”

- Yeah!

-Yeah.

- A vent!

Noum, Woundee and Salamander each answered and flew away like a shot.

The spirit affinity seems to be slipping away a little bit, but the spirits soon return at a rapid pace. Norm was holding a giant clay dish about a meter in diameter on his head, with roasted buck pitchers.

The gnome makes a plate of dirt, cleans the deer hunted by Wounded, and looks like a salamander baked.

Whoops! Whose kids hunt like that?

As I sat still and hunted the deer, everyone looked at me with an awe-inspiring young look.

Everyone thanked me for sharing the deer casket with everyone.

It's been another day.

We are almost to Tiberius, the capital of the Horn Empire.