Reincarnation Monarch

As Gaius held his breath and concentrated, Satan's eyes narrowed intermediately.

I stared carefully at Gaius and laughed niggly from time to time.

Dove looked at the condition and frowned.

But sometimes I couldn't read Satan's intentions, and I never put anything in my mouth.

Then Gaius's mouth slowly began to open.

And this slowly began to exhale loudly again.

Gaius said in a quiet voice as he took the time to let out all the air in his lungs.

"... oh, I feel it. Looks like we're finally getting a feel for it."

Then Satan called out.

"Keep it up. Keep track of the magic flow."

Gaius nodded loudly without speaking out.

And a while passed.

Besides, Gaius's mouth opened.

"... oh, I see. I finally figured it out... you know what I mean?"

"How do you know the magic is flowing over you?

In response to Satan's question, Gaius replied with a convincing face.

"Oh, I know. Magic is blowing out of various parts of your body."

"That's right. But there is no regularity in the callout or in the amount of spit. You see?"

Gaius nodded forcefully.

"I know very well. Seems pretty wasted. It stops when it blows out everywhere, and repeatedly when it blows out elsewhere again, but it's not blowing out of place. This is... a lot of messed up impressions."

"Exactly. Your condition now is like magic wandering around looking for an exit and blowing one after the other out of the open. But the callout closes quickly. That is due to the instinctive work of not retaining magic. So you can remove the shackles of that instinct."

"Shackles of instinct... that sounds difficult"

"Right. But it's not an impossible story. Try it."

"No, hey! How are we gonna do that?

"Dive deep and deep into your consciousness. We'll talk first."

Satan said so, grinning niggardly.

Gaius looked fed up.

"I get it. You just got to do it, right? If you do it."

Gaius closed his eyes quietly and began to breathe slowly and long.

And he went quietly deep and deep, diving to the bottom of his consciousness.