The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

Hmm. Cliff and Teresa are fine with this. And then...

Looking at Gurli and the two left behind, he shivers his catacotta and whole body into small pieces.

These two are difficult.

Teresa and Cliff had problems before the magic was activated, but these two have been able to even activate the magic. Pruitt, he's not powerful, Mia's not in control. If you know why, you can't correct it.

Let's start with Pruitt.

It's magical, and it can be activated, but it's not powerful. The fuel tank is large, but the size of the engine is not commensurate with that fuel. Should I understand that? Then you just need to turn the engine up. It's easy to say, but Pruitt must have tried it a long time ago if it was easy to achieve.

A magically activated engine?

Magic can be activated safely as long as it is chanted and infused with magic. So how is power deciding? Amount of magic infused? No, I've already confirmed that it can be activated safely with more than a certain amount of magic. In other words, chanting and infusion of magic is only the task of switching on the engine. Therefore, the engine should be driven simultaneously with activation or later.

So, how am I regulating power? Cage your magic while chanting... No, wait.

Create a small flame by [Flame Dance (Flame Rondo)] with a chant discard at the left fingertip. Increasing those firepower gradually and slowly. Neglected, about soccer ball.

"Shh, wow..."

Pruitt raised his voice of amazement and Mia also had her eyes wide open.

Now I showed [Flame Dance (Flame Rondo)] regulated by my own will. In other words, the engine is the mind itself. And a mind is a concept, an identity that makes that person.

"Pruitt, why do you think your magic powers are weak?

"It's settled. Because I'm a civilian. Civilians can't have as much magic as nobles. Of course, there seemed to be very few exceptions, but even that father said that it was not magical to the aristocracy. I'm not particularly talented. I'd be jealous."

"When, you, when did you start learning magic?

When Pruitt distorts his face in regret,

"When it's eleven."

I see. In this empire magic stands like a grace from God that only nobles can exercise. There is therefore a tide that is not yet forbidden, but it is not good for civilians to use magic. Therefore, even if it is lavish, there will be very few strangers who are civilians and have been practicing magic since an early age. The magical activation of chanting and infusion of magic itself has quite a taste. Magic workouts from an early age are the means to hone this sense. The result is that most civilians cannot activate magic.

And most of the Instructional Knights College is aristocratic. He is also an elite enough to have about 10% of the civilian population but super selected from all over the country, and naturally, he has been training since he was young.

Pruitt, who started learning late, had an intense complex. The point is, I guess the static notion that you can't possibly activate powerful magic on yourself that you're a civilian and you're late is turning down Pruitt's engine.

For example, the measures are simple.

"We're going straight in. There is no nobility or civilian in magic talent. It's just a difference between training and knowledge."

"That's impossible."

Even as I shake my head to the left and right, I immediately deny the words of my affirmation.

"What makes you think that?

"Because nobles are the only ones who take the top in regular exams."

"That would be obvious. Have you forgotten the composition of the Knights of Magic Academy? We only have 10% of the civilian population. Besides, opportunities for magic training also differ between heaven and earth between nobles and civilians. First, no matter how much money they pile, do you think noble magicians will teach their children about magic?

……

Pruitt only bites his lower lip silently. From those eyes, after all, the skeptical colors did not disappear easily. Daimyo, you may think that I, the nobleman, am even reasoning.

Hundreds of stories are only at first sight. It's actually quicker to show.

"Espionage, bring Rosh to training room two."

"Ha!"

The two of them are freaked out by the spies' voices, but now they remain correct in their posture without screaming.

"Then let's go."

"Duh, where?

to the fearful asking Pruitt,

It's a training center.

When I answer briefly, I take the two of them and transfer them to the second training room on the outskirts of Straheim.

"Ko, where are we?

"The place has changed."

The two seemed like the ultimate in confusion in a suddenly unusual view, but it's also a hassle to explain, so I ignored it.

After five minutes of waiting, the boy on the top of the Buddha is taken by a spy to reveal himself.

"G - No, what does it look like?

You seemed to have finished stopping about boulders, spies, and me. The same guy who can.

"Use magic in front of these two. Right. [Flame Dance (Flame Rondo)] Please"

"Nothing, but why?

"Fine."

"Yes, sir. “ Brilliant burning red flame, follow my strength and dance the flame dance ”.

Rosh's chant creates a sphere of flame over the training station, which turns them into bird shapes, then into horses, lions. You're a really clever guy.

As a matter of fact, I have not given Rosh and Liase anything but sacred attributes and healing magic guides that are difficult to obtain.

For two reasons, the consideration that giving poorly inhibits the growth of two diligent people and the search for ways to obtain magic that is usually efficient for people.

Naturally, Roche has not signed the [Flame Dance (Flame Rondo)] Magic Book. In other words, this can all be considered the result of Roche's efforts.

"What about him?

Sweating like a waterfall, Pruitt squeezes out the words of doubt.

"This boy is Roche. Same civilians as you. Besides, it was only a few months ago that I started to learn magic."

Every day, under my direction, I moved on to the training of magic, and Roche was now approaching those who had doped in the Toto Village Magic Book by increasing his mechanics and his strength.

"Can you believe that... yes! You are a dwarf (Gnome) just like him!!"

Roche frowned at Pruitt's words, which finally began to elude reality,

"Were you a dwarf?

I've been asking such stupid things.

"Fool. He's just taking it personally."

"Ah yes. Enough? I want to get back to studying."

"No, Rosh, you teach the boy there [Flame Dance (Flame Rond)]"

"Huh? Why me?!?"

He refused to come to Roche.

"Safe, Dawn, who has mastered [Flame Dance (Flame Rondo)], will join the Power Generation System Development Team next time."

I'll show you the candy.

"Ho, really!!"

"No two words."

"Then I'll do it!! Come here. I'll tell you! Or you'll be remembered if you die!

No longer does he move to the corner of the training center when he forcefully grabs the right wrist of the bumpy squeaky Pruitt. All you have to do is leave it to Roche.

Is this Mia at the end?

When my gaze matched, she gave herself a slight glimpse. You're no longer the perfect object of fear. Well, isn't that what you found out about what kids think?

Anyway, Mia didn't have magical control and could only use physical enhancement magic.

Let's start with the premise.

"You can use [Fireball]?

"Mmm."

Cocun and a small jaw-drawing mia.

"Then try releasing [Fireball] toward the target there."

"Mmm."

Pull your jaw again and you take a step forward and you turn your right palm towards it but......

"Wait a minute! You're gonna unleash it on me, aren't you? Isn't that too uneven?

Yes, Mia's right palm misaligned to the right.

"Like this?"

"No, it's still quite off. A little more to the left."

"Is this okay?

"A little more upstairs."

Mia modifies the palm of her right hand slightly upwards.

"Say it there."

When Cocun and a small nod Mia chant [Fireball], a red sphere arises and hits directly towards the target.

"I hit..."

A flashing Mia voice shivers the eardrum.

I see. It wasn't a magic problem in the first place.

(Ridiculous)

When I sighed loudly, I offered Mia my right hand,

"Let's go."

I urge her.

"Duh, where to?

Mouth the doubt with a domesticated voice.

"Nice place."

Mia shakes my right hand while dyeing my whole body bright red rapidly.

With my neck slightly inclined to the unintelligible Mia reactions, while pulling Mia's hand, I move to the central lab of the First Laboratory.

Pulling Mia up to Luroy's front on her ass, who is kicking ass at the unusual scenery again.

(So, what's that damn mask and gothic voice? It's always been spectacularly disgusting. Especially where I don't feel uncomfortable!

Guess what I'm getting into. I get unpleasant questions in my ear when Leroy approaches me.

(This is a situation where you can't expose yourself for a reason. Talk to me)

(Seems like it's gonna be a hassle again)

Even as I watched Mia, laughing strangely and luxuriously,

"So, what's your business today?

I ask with dignity.

"She's like a pretty close eye, so I need you to look out for her glasses."

If you have poor eyesight, you can't even see the target. You can't possibly hit it.

"I don't mind. I'll check my eyesight. Follow me."

To Mia, who hides behind me, Leroy exhales deeply,

"Still, it's hot."

He said such an impossible irony.

About six hours later, when the sunset began to be visible, Mia's glasses were complete.

"Look, put this on and let it go again."

I'll put my glasses on Mia at the training ground.

"Huh?"

To Mia, who looks around with a flashing face,

"You should already be able to guess. Try it."

Once again, when instructed to hit the [fireball "Fireball"], Mia turns her right palm and chants. And -.

"I hit it..."

Worn and large tears from both eyes of Mia transmit her cheeks and fall to the floor.

"Good for you."

"It's good."

He nods again and again, and when he sees me, he pushes his face against his chest. Tremble that little body into small pieces.

Nothing, I don't think it's a big deal. If that material were true, the harm of not letting magic fly in earnest would have taken everything away from Mia.

Grab her shoulder gently and let go,

"Just fine. I'm going to give you a lecture on" Fireball. "

I started teaching Mia [Fireball].