A new morning is here!
So while I was a little sleepless, after breakfast I gathered all my relatives for a good year of targeted greetings and boarded a carriage to Ayndschut territory.
The main members of the next trip will be your father and mother, me, the Virgil brothers, and a couple of Heimes and nine siblings. Later, each servant and proximity follows at a minimum, such as Connie and Safilo.
Finally, the Virgil brothers carriage escort continues to be those two. Apparently the local guilders tried to take turns, but they took the initiative and ran for it. My brother has always admired me.
Grandfathers, grandmothers and older great-great-men, as well as active deacons, generally went back to their territories for reasons such as "it's a little bad to keep all the territory away or it's hard to travel long distances".
From the Imperial Capital to Khaimeh Castle is about a day or two by carriage, but it takes a few days from Khaimeh territory to Ayndschut territory.
The carriage was rattling and tedious and boring, but nature and the interior of the car thrived if it fit perfectly between the parents and talked about every single thing while they were apart.
"Well! Rumor has it Alice herself suddenly changed her diet."
"Eh heh. But Connie and the cooks worked hard together, so it's better for everyone than me."
"I see... but Eleonore's food has been thin since I was a student, because I sure didn't like that flavoring, did I? I'm sure there are other kids out there who said they helped out on the inside."
"Yeah, I'm sure you are. Allie recipes, we need to incorporate them in our territory soon."
Handle. Handle. I would still be happy if it were done.
The thought also grew stronger when she saw her mother's smile nearer to the beauty of shining health than the beauty of the glorious unseen.
But the truth is, there are things that have not yet been incorporated in any of the learning foods.
That's rice… or, by this standard, porridge dishes.
This world, rice, or porridge, which is only real medieval, weird by example, was deeply rooted in the sense that the food of ordinary people.
No, should I say a mixture system that includes rice rather than porridge? Some people say they will never eat grain porridge or milk porridge especially because it is the food of the poor.
In terms of nuances, do you mean the "poor smell such as filling your stomach with serial, I absolutely don't like it" system...
I don't even listen to good rice, and the road to Japanese food reproduction with nutritious grain rice and plump white rice rice was still dangerous.
But from what I hear, my mother seems to like Japanese food. I like delicious things, but I don't like dark flavors.
Let's try harder to further improve our health...... I don't know.
While we talk about not even having such a hold, the journey goes by passing and staying in some accommodation towns.
As I saw such a landscape, I remembered to speak of it.
"Father, Father. Do you know more about the magic team?
Speaking of Accommodation Town, although I discovered Tarot magic near Klarus and decided to study it.
It's too effective to be tried at all since then.
Your father used to use interrogation formations on Rouge. Don't you know anything about magic formations?
"Yeah? That's right... I didn't suck at magic class for once because I was good at it. What's wrong with you?
Hmm. How should I ask?
I opened my mouth thinking I couldn't get a word out of Tarot.
"Uh... is there a magic formation that doesn't need a chant of spells?
It is an abstract question. But your father took me seriously.
"Is that a chant of a spell...... To the best of my knowledge, I wonder if I will always need it before or after installation to activate the magic formation. The more elements you plant in your formation, the more complex and lengthy the spells that are key to unlocking them."
"Yes... what is it"
That's right.
Again, there is an anomaly in the tarot where complex grand magic can be used with three words: "expand" spread "and“ interpret "and“ upright "or“ reverse position (reversal) ".
Even the two effects of restraint and current attack on one human being still unknown the power Tarot possesses, given the need for pre-preparation and a great magic formation, spell chanting and an additional magic supply.
Hmm, nodding, my mother, speaking of which, shrugged.
"Oh, but... it's a little different from the magic team, but rune writing doesn't take chanting"
"Oh, sure. It seems the skilled ones can only be magically carved onto the ground to make an effect."
Oh, new information.
The school's textbook on elementary rune literature contained the meanings of pronunciation and letters. But the preview didn't have that much wild usage.
Normally, I thought it was Rune Lettering in this world that carefully inscribes magic and will into materials such as Demon Stone, and when activated, it is the magic item that calls its name... but they can also do things like impromptu magic formations.
"That said, the rune letters are such a faint sorcery of effect that they say“ whisper of the world. "Even if I installed it impromptu, I think the wind has blown, or I feel a little cold, because that's largely the only effect... I guess it's not the same as the unchanging magic team Alice calls it"
"I see. No, thank you, Father, Mother"
The whisper of the world, huh?
I haven't used rune lettering yet, but from the beginning of this story, it seems to have a fairly insignificant effect.
... but there was one more thing that bothered me as I talked.
It is about the word "writing".
This world, where "Tarot" was believed to have power in the occult neighborhood of previous life, was the great magic of bees.
If so, do the "Hebrew letters" used in the Tarot pattern also have some sort of literary power?
... No, I guess there is. Instead of this flow, it's an ancient magic letter that's lost its legacy. I don't feel like it.
If so, instead of the "whisper of the world”, I can imagine that it seems to have a flashy effect on the “world's screaming in rooftop confession competition"...
I didn't even know if I should expect it or freak out at the amount of secrets I had, and I held my head sneaky.