"You're getting big. Is it time?
I snapped as I looked at the eggs in the net that were lowering to my hips.
That's a servant beast egg.
At first it was about the size of an M-size egg sold in the supermarket.
However, I grew eggs every day as I watched the magic encapsulating the eggs, while infusing them with magic.
That way, it was now as big as it was originally.
The visible magic around the eggs is also changing from a thin blue feel to dark blue.
I'm hoping it's time to be born.
"What are you doing? We'll be leaving soon."
Watching the eggs that way, my mother called out.
Apparently it's time.
I turn 6 this year.
And at the age of six, they say there will be a baptism ceremony in the church.
Today is the baptismal ceremony.
I haven't had much of a chance to go to church or anything in my previous life.
Maybe if it was in my previous life, I wouldn't have been too happy to hear I was going to the baptism.
But not this time.
Whatever it is, because you get magic.
Magic that's not the original magic I've been using.
All that is given by the Church is the magic of life that is very useful in everyday life.
When you are baptized in the church, this magic of life becomes available.
Once, man lived frightened by the shadow of a monster.
That has now led to an increase in the number of living bases, so much so that humans have quarreled with each other.
Why is that?
It is magic that has become the driving force behind humanity's leap forward.
Life magic, in particular, was very good.
Magic such as [lighting] and [drinking water] [ignition] [washing] are found in the magic of life.
They are all very small enough to turn on the lights or just set fire to drinking water and firewood.
However, by making this magic available to many, the scope of human action was exceptionally broadened.
Maybe living like a primitive is like suddenly being able to use electric gas water supplies for lubrication.
Thanks to this, it is possible to increase the number and expand the area of survival, even for those who are not alone strong monsters.
That's why the church became the trend of gathering children who turn 6 each year for a baptismal ceremony, where they are given the magic of life.
In doing so, the Church can acquire believers, people can acquire the magic of life, and those in power can obtain a register of inhabitants from the Church.
So we have a system in place for everyone to benefit.
"Yeah, I'm on my way."
I replied and walked out toward the church.
The only church in the village.
He came to a building with a brick construction and a triangular roof.
Once inside, there is a room with a bench that looks like we can have our wedding there again.
Beyond a number of benches there were steps as low as in front of the school blackboard, and things like the teaching table were placed with Don.
Perhaps the priest will stand over there and preach and such.
Sit on the right bench with your parents and wait.
Is it because it's not even that big a village?
There didn't seem to be 10 children turning 6 this year.
In anticipation of a time when we would probably all be in place, the priest and Sister came in through the back door, climbed up the steps, and circled their gaze to look over us sitting.
"Well, I'll start the baptismal ceremony now."
That's what the priest says, and starts talking about the formation of the church first.
More or less, it will explain as it strings through the books how mankind has been saved by the Church from the history of misery and has prospered as it has now.
It would be a good inspiration to just listen to these stories in a village like this with little entertainment, but there are many stories that I even know of.
But a priest in this village, he seemed to have the art of humor and making people listen so they wouldn't get bored, even though he was still relatively young.
It was an immersive story, as if we had actually seen the history of mankind with its eyes, and the children gathered kept listening to it with their eyes sparkling.
"Now, at the end of the day, we will perform the naming ritual. I'll show you in turn, one by one, so you can come to the back room."
That's how the priest said he kept talking for quite some time and finished talking about attracting everyone's heart.
They're about to start a naming ceremony.
A ritual of naming is a ritual of naming by its name.
Actually, I still didn't have an official personal name.
Because here, for the first time since I was 6, I get a name from the church that refers to an individual.
Until now, they used to call me the number one child there.
I wondered what an inconvenience it would be when I first found out about this, but if they told me that was the decision, I couldn't help it.
But if you were given a name when you were born, still, some of you would be angry if you were given a nasty name at this age?
It's hard for you to live this far without a name, but I guess I'm the only one who wonders if the side that gives you a name might be quite a hassle.
And when I thought so, my turn came.
Break up with your parents and head to the back door alone.
A desk made of heavy wood is placed in the center of the room where the priest sits across from it.
As it was, he sat in the chair provided as he tried to face over the desk.
"Now we will carry out the naming ritual. This naming will give you the protection of the Lord and make magic usable. But this magic is only given to enrich people's lives. Can you swear not to misuse it?
"Yes. I swear."
"Nice."
They say and agree with precautions like stereotypes.
Then the priest laid his hands on the book on his desk.
Pretty valuable book, apparently.
It looks like a book made of parchment and is reinforced with metal around the cover and decorated with gems and such.
I slowly turned the page with both hands holding that parchment book.
Sounds a lot heavier, but I wonder if there's a plant paper book.
When I open the book, a fine line of letters exists there.
... Could this book be a name dictionary or something?
Somehow I looked at the contents of the book and thought so.
That's all the more true because I was wondering how I would do it if I were to name people every year.
Maybe that wasn't a mistake, though.
I wonder if the priest's gaze has been set on a certain letter, because the ritual has proceeded.
"My third child, Ashira and Marie. Paul, the priest of the Church of Holy Light, names thee. Thou art more Ars than this, and thou art with the LORD, and thou art truthful and pure, and thou art alive. Then the Lord will give you protection and watch over you."
Father Paul spins the words of the ritual.
At that time, I was curious and activated the magic.
I concentrated the magic I had worked out in my body on my eyes.
Father Paul stretches his right hand toward me and spins the words of the ritual as he accompanies the book with his left hand.
Magic gathers in its hands from the priest's body.
Seeing that, I thought.
I was wondering if this was prep for magic activation.
I wondered if Father Paul was trying to activate some kind of magic by concentrating his magic on the palm of his hand so that I could put my hand on the ground and send magic into the earth.
I think so and observe the movements of magic carefully.
Then the magic that was gathering in Father Paul's hands changed shape.
A priest uses a technique I've never tried before.
It spreads into space so that the magic overflows from the palm of his hand, creating a shape.
It draws a circle and writes a complex symbol inside that circle.
I wonder if this is a magic formation, no matter how you look at it.
"Storage"
Seeing that magic formation, I whispered so the priest wouldn't hear me.
This is the original magic I developed.
If you concentrate your magic on your eyes, you see an otherwise invisible stream of magic.
Then it was magic that came from the question of what would happen if we concentrated magic on the brain, not the eyes?
The result was the magic of instant memory.
That's just the magic of being able to input exactly the memories you want to remember.
But that helped this time.
The horribly complex magic formations cannot be remembered exactly at a glance if they are normal.
But by using this magic, I was able to instantly save it as a complete memory.
"W......"
And the moment I remembered the magic formation, new information was put into my brain apart from that memory.
Information on life magic.
Until then, I could not use any amount of practice, I could understand that magic such as [lighting] and [ignition] could now be used wonders.
This is how I got the magic of life.
And at the same time, he even knew about the existence of magic formations in the Baptist ceremony, which he normally didn't.