Riot Grasper

"Whoa, whoa!

"Hey! Please calm down."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's not like a demon is making a roaring odd noise waving my stop.

Not to mention an elderly wizard - nothing short of Grandpa Wom - who is not a resilient warrior, but reveals enough emotion to strain.

"- Phew... oh..."

In front of an old man who is tired of screaming, I look back at my actions wondering if this would have been a good idea.

Earlier, when Grandpa Wom stopped me from going home, I asked him a favor.

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- A few dozen minutes ago.

"Slump......?

In front of an old man who said such words with a gruesome attitude, I repeated the other man's words like a parrot.

"That's right. I'm certainly not planning to proceed with my research with Manatlento's floral crown, but lately something has continued to fail. I didn't think it was a bad idea to use the Spirit... but it didn't work out well."

"Uh, are we talking about eventually stuffing the Spirit in a demonic prop or something? You're going to be pissed off at Mr. Illy if you're serious about it."

Mr. Ili is an elf, so I'm sure he possesses spiritual magic skills.

It's hard to look directly at the bottom of my heart when I can stare with my jade eyes, but the next time I see you, I want to be brave and see your status.

It's kind of a strange disloyalty... but this one was peeked at too.

Peeping back is no sin.

"Here. Because she is close to the Spirit. I don't care how calm Ilyi gets when I do that. I'm sure you'll punish me with those eyes and those eyes... Hmm."

Huh?

Wait, I want you to wait.

Why... do you look happy?

... No more. This guy.

pointing his raw warm gaze at Grandpa Wom for a while - the old man, who finally returned to me, coughed up one and then resumed the conversation.

"Sure, I like to do research, but what, leave a cage all day in this tiny room? Here... I need some inspiration."

I see... something like asking for a ramp escape cut.

If we were to interpret it super bona fide, the act of sexual harassment of Mr. Ili might also be a stimulus to get out of the ramp.

... Even if you get out of the ramp if you do poorly, you're likely to be put in a cage.

"But... you don't think I can do anything about it, do you?

For the first time today, I don't think I can do anything to help you.

"No, I can't ask you for advice on creating magic props. Being able to feel mana drifting in the atmosphere means boys have magical qualities, right? Proof that being able to defeat Manatrent is not a good adventurer. Besides, if you get to know Illy, the court magician, she might even show you some interesting magic."

Interesting magic...... huh?

The magic that embodies the image inflated by an individual within himself is just a thousand different.

Does it mean that touching an image created by another stimulates it?

But...

"Is this the magic lab? Isn't there a new magic development going on, too? It doesn't have to be me..."

"Certainly the generalization of magical images has been studied. Easy to imagine and effective magic for everyone is important. Well... this one seems to have a stronger military side than it is for the people."

A dominant group capable of handling a certain level of magic would certainly be a stable force of war.

It just doesn't make sense to humans who can't handle magic, such as generalizing images, so this one might be for court magicians hired by the state.

"Because humans who can handle magic hide their own reserved magic. That's the kind of unusual magic I want to see."

... I know what it's like to keep your own image secret.

Because if many humans know about it, it's no longer a 'keep'.

It is not good to teach others without darkness.

"I'm the same one who wants to keep it hidden. I'd like to help you, but it's not a light-hearted show... and I don't think my imaginary magic will inspire Mr. Warm in the first place."

Grandpa Wom shook his head and replied to my words like that.

"I don't mind Grandpa Wom. Hmm... the image that brilliant young people think of is going to be a good inspiration."

Grandpa Wom looked a little unfortunate and looked around at my body, slamming him on the floor with a cane like he had come up with something and pointing his foot over a pile of crap.

As I quietly gaze at the back where the phonetic sound of Gasagoso - seems to suit me, I walk over here with an old bag.

That rat-coloured wipe bag is not as pretty as flattery, it's a good match stain with the bag I use for my luggage compartment.

"Then here's what we'll do. If you show me the magic to my satisfaction, I'll give you this bag specially."

"... excuse me. Thank you very much."

"- - Wait!! Different! This isn't a normal bag."

Trying to leave the room with cold eyes, I can be stopped by Grandpa Wom, who bared my voice.

"This is a magic tool bag. It's a crystal of lost technology exhumed from ancient ruins."

What... you say?

Hmmm... the word of interest popped up, so let's just talk about it for now.

- "Lost and Super Technological (Lost Technology)"

Such a thing is most welcome.

- Grandpa Wom said this magic tool bag and its effects were discovered in ancient ruins in the east from here on out. I don't know what kind of species lived in the ruins, but the theory is that they perished in a time when the Demons were sifting their fierceness a long time ago is powerful.

Sometimes relics in usable condition are unearthed in sites all over the continent?

This bag is one of those things, and they can pack considerably more than they seem.

It's like… the supreme item that will probably be most useful, available for the journey from the start in a certain role-playing game.

If you are a person who knows the times when you are forced to abandon expensive items crying, it is a delicacy of coveted things.

"It's some kind of demon skin that sticks out of your sack, right? I think they'll be treasured for carrying such loot."

When Grandpa Wom looked around at my body earlier, the skin of Geegvolg, packed in a luggage bag, must have caught my eye.

In fact, I had to throw away any other wolf fur I couldn't hold on to other than this... the need for a magic tool bag is arguably quite high.

"I don't think this is a form of magic prop either... but I haven't figured out the principles at all. Although it was obtained in the research materials for the creation of magic props, it is not yet possible to reproduce them with current technology."

"Can I have something so precious?

The hand I reached out to emptied Grandpa Wom's quick pull in the bag.

"If only I could show you the magic to my satisfaction. It would be more useful for an adventurer like you to have it than for an old man who doesn't have much opportunity to go out."

... What shall I do?

I want quite a bit.

- This is how I was inspired by my appetite, and I snorted at their suggestion to stimulate Grandpa Wom's research.

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Name: Warm Lightway

Race: Human

Age: 68

Occupation: Demon Prop Creator

Skills

- Light Magic LV3 (56/150)

- Water Magic LV3 (23/150)

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Hmmm...

I checked Grandpa Wom's status once, but his magic skills are still pretty high.

What you possess is light and water.

Demonic props such as street lights and drainage purifiers are probably the result of attempts to reproduce the magic they are good at with their tools.

Attributes will not be involved in the elucidation of the mechanism of aggregating mana in the atmosphere, but I'd like to surprise you here with attribute magic that Grandpa Wom can handle.

That said, would Grandpa Wom really be satisfied with the magic in my hand?

I guess that's how experienced you are to be alive for a long time, and I don't feel like it's going to be a glimmer.

Simple attack magic or healing magic is not uncommon, and the image springs easily.

I'm sure you wouldn't be satisfied if it weren't for the kind of magic you created based on principles that have not yet established concepts in this world.

... then there is only one magic that comes to mind in me.

I just get a little heartbeat, but I'd like to assume it's my fault.

I want that toolbag.

That's how I concentrated my consciousness - activating certain magic in front of Grandpa Wom.

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"- Huh... oh..."

"Er... have you settled down?

"Yes, what's that... I mean... the..."

Grandpa Wom, in a state of excitement and coolness, stuck his childish, exploratory eyes to me.

If it looks like this, it would be a passing grade.

"But why don't you try it again?

"Yeah, that's fine."

When I activate magic once more - my own body loses color and fades.

After a while, I was completely transparent.

... I'm still not used to the feeling that even though I can't see my body, it's definitely there.

If you move your body with your eyes meditating if you can metaphor, you can perceive with your head what movement your arms and feet are making.

It may also have felt natural to feel weird because in a transparent state it moves the body with those senses despite the fact that it has eyes open.

In other words - the magic I showed Grandpa Wom is... Optical Camo (Lighthide).

Apparently, Grandpa Wom has never seen this magic done by the image of making his own body transparent.

"Yes, what the hell kind of image can make you so brilliantly transparent?

I wonder what's wrong with me with questions like intrigue.

If you understand the phenomenon of matter being visualized by the reflection of light, it's not impossible for Grandpa Wom, who possesses light magic skills, to master this magic either.

Instead, the skill proficiency is higher on the opponent.

If you are willing, you will be able to master it without any problems.

"I'd like to confirm one thing."

When I show up, I ask Grandpa Wom a question with a very forward attitude of excitement.

"- Abuse, won't you?

"Of course not!

Grandpa Wom, who uttered a response in a comma second, had really, really beautiful, straight eyes.