To the words of the half-elf spun to trace my memory, I turn my gaze to the side resting on my investigative hand and neat.
Reminiscent of the green of the forest, his eyes remain poured into the "iron pile" pierced to the ground.
"You taught Lentomia magic...... Doctor?
"Yeah. I guess I'm a 'good use of magic' teacher to be exact. I've been able to use magic since I was born."
Lentomia, that she was born between Elf's daughter and a human wizard, wished she had been born with strong magic.
The conservative elves neglected the forbidden mother and her son, and furthermore, those who were jealous of Lentomia's talents continued their cold manoeuvres. And Lentomia flew out of the house all by herself because of her mother's illness and death... that's how I know "traveling".
I've always missed you in the elves, huh? and Lentomia was laughing in a mild condition, but her eyes held a pitiful light when she was talking about it.
But the "teacher" conversation was the first.
"Forest Elves... Well, the species humans call High Elves, they don't use the magic of flames or destruction. Because I hate the power to burn forests and hurt the earth."
"Oh, I know that. I've never met the High Elves either... Even if I wanted to see you, I'd always run to the back of the woods and hide."
Lentomia continues her words when she nods quietly.
"Of course, I'm not going to say that this' iron pile 'was the work of the teacher. But... I can't think of anyone else who could do this."
Different objects that suddenly fell from heaven could see traces of the magic of the flames and traces of another force, or circular ring magic (cycloa).
There is definitely some other "mysterious procedure" applied, but the analysis is going to take some time.
I decided to listen to the words of my adorable "master of magic" sitting next to me. Because Lentomia doesn't talk much about the past.
"That guy is a godforsaken, whimsical, always free... He's been on a lot of trips. He said he also did dirty work to live, and sometimes he came to the elves with a flirt, buying and selling magical goods with the people inside. It was a dark elf, but the people inside had a glimpse of it."
I miss you, say it small and Lentomia makes the stretch.
"A raw...... dark elf?
"Yeah. She's a beautiful brunette with brown skin..., called Schwartz Alberina. I... I called you my sister."
Lentomia slightly changed her pronunciation when calling the name.
Actually, like "Lentomia," the real name in Elf is difficult for humans to pronounce, so I guess I reworded it so that I could understand.
Known for his activity, Dark Elves do not hesitate to enter human society, as opposed to High Elves. He is good at magic and motivated to develop technology, and is also known for instilling the wisdom to create strong attack magic and new magic.
Well put, it's not necessarily a "social and aggressive race," but sometimes they leave it to passion to use magic, participate in national warfare and expose their emotions.
Hemperoza, who houses only a quarter of Dark Elf's blood, is blessed with her magical talent, and her personality well...... bright and social.
Iola listens with interest to the confessions of the Great Wizard's past, spoken unexpectedly.
"While inside, Dr. Alberina taught me a lot about how to use magic, how to make contracts with fiery demons, and the magic that underlies Circle Ring Magic (Cycloa)."
That must have been a memorable and important time for Lentomia, who was lonely. Talk quietly about important memories with eyes that look far away.
"You're still a 'seed' now. I'm sure I'll sprout and be a great wizard... I'm going on a journey to save the world, how dare you stroke my head. Oh, speaking of which, I have dark hair, black eyes, and I'm gentle, and I might look like Grey somewhere!
Look at my face, Lentomia smiling with a grin.
Sure enough, Lentomia jumped out of the inside and then met Ergonote and Faria and met me..., in the end she would have made a journey to save the world.
"I've been frustrated all the time in there, Doctor... yeah. Only my sister was sweet."
Hey, hey, hey, hey! And he clings to his arms, so he accidentally cares about Iola's gaze and shouts, "Ya, stop it, stop it".
The story of Lentomia's teacher (...) is certainly going to be a hint of something, but I don't get any certainty as to whether he is Teng himself (...) who directly punched this "iron pile" in.
- But this stuff, who the hell for what purpose...
I glanced again at a mass of iron bouncing off the sunlight and blackening.
Looks like a chunk of iron. It was felt on a wedge (a wedge) struck by the earth of Metanostadt, as well as on a seed that conceived something creepy...... budding (better).
"... Guru, what are you going to do now?
It annoys Iola's voice. Iola was asking me how Lentomia would stick with flirting, with a face that looked as if she should not even look at it.
My twin brothers and sisters sometimes mistake me and Lentomia's "man friendship" for something so strong that no one else can get in, but that's never happened...
Even Iola wants me to bond with "friendship."
"Right. We need to find out a little more if we should leave it like this..."
I do feel some magical signs from the iron pile (...), but I didn't seem to inspire anything to move out right now. The first prerequisite is to find out where it came from.
Iola was also looking around with her sword lowered to her waist, but she was talking to Metius the fairy about something that would make her nervous about nothing happening.
"Metius, I need a favor."
"Yes! What is it, sage Grecas?"
The fairy Metius floats in front of me with a flurry.
"I'm not saying ballistic calculations...... but is there any magic to find out where this object came from?
The so-called "ballistic calculation" discipline, which calculates where an object would fall if thrown, does not exist in this world, and neither do I, the boulder, have a convenient autonomous driving technique (appct) to determine the point of launch from the speed and direction of flight of this object.
I've seen books like Math (Ggol) that do flight-distance calculations for stone throwers, so it would be possible to combine them to build computational formulas in the future, but now it would be wise to rely purely on the power of Magic (...).
"Then, sage Grecas, why don't you combine Memory Drilling with Lost Exploration on that iron stick?
He shakes off his fluffy, golden hair and suggests to me with a soaking face. Apparently, you've already thought about your hands.
"Memory Drilling (Memory Banca)" is a magic that uses the properties of crystals and other mineral-based substances to accumulate magic to hear what happened around them some time ago as "words".
I also use that magic to communicate with crystal pendants and many other things.
Lost Exploration (Searching for Migo) is a magic similar to that used in everyday life, such as when asking people, searching for lost objects, and so on, as its name suggests.
Well, let's combine these and ask the iron pile itself where it came from.
"The idea of Metius should be soft. I've been thinking about ballistics."
Haha, and I cheek.
"Dando calculations? As I understand it, can my suggestion help?
"Absolutely. Let me use it quickly."
"Well, I'm glad."
I stroked the outline of the light with a gentle stroke of Methius.
The beautiful fairy with blonde blue eyes delighted herself and developed several tactical information displays (tactics) at the same time as mine.
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"Lord Grecas the Wise, thank you very much for your information!
Vilstein, the leader of the Metanostadt Defense Corps and the most elite Knights, deeply thanked him for his knight ritual.
"Oh, never mind. It seems to have something to do with me and Ergonote."
"Dear Ergonote..."
A handsome look with golden hair stroked backwards. This man has previously fought alongside the Demon King Leaf Green Body Desplanetier in a battle.
He is a brave knight who broke the power of his precious cavalry to rescue Pram and Riola from the hall and then struggled as a stepping stone to the Great Monster.
Originally a man of Christianity, he now made our respect for and trust in the heroes of Dicamaran stronger.
They rushed for another half an hour or so after we arrived at the "Iron Pile" drop site.
I thought I was finally quickly gathered together with a line of Knights of the King Metropolitan Defense Forces of Metanostadt. A few wizards rushed on horses, but it seemed that the wizard with crystal balls was quite exhausted because he was bewildered by the identification of the falling place.
If you want to find us, Vilstein will rush over and thank you.
What we found out during the conversation was that many people in the Wang capital also witnessed and heard "mysterious flying objects," which caused considerable anxiety and agitation to people.
Sometimes the events of the day after the refusal of the brave Ergonaut Rical's handover request from the emerging nation of Neo Isravia are rumoured to be unknown magic weapons from neighbouring countries.
I, along with Lentomia and Metius, verbally communicated the results of the analysis of the "iron pile" as far as possible to the Knights Commander.
"From here on out, it will be a matter for the King's government to judge"
"Ha. I'll take care of it"
The chief of the knights nods in a serious way.
Ergonote had something to do with it, but I told him I had a glimpse of the Iron Pile.
The tentative results of our analysis of the metal objects that reached the vicinity of Wangdu were half predictable (...).
- in Western (...) Neo-Isravian territory, ejected from the vicinity of the Wang capital Inclamd, flying approximately 168,000 Merte (about 168 km Merte), before landing a bullet -.
Speaking of 168 kmerte, it takes five days to get a carriage. It took only about ten minutes to jump over and fall to the halfway point between the Sage Hall and Metanostadt Castle (...).
Metius, among other things, translated into words and described what the iron pile itself (...) had "seen" the surroundings.
"- The desert as far as I can see, the oasis city, the brand new giant tower (...) - and... the numerous slaves engaged in architecture... no, citizens. And... the wizards who melt iron..."
Due to the different properties of "iron" than the "crystals" that can store magic, the information obtained is fragmentary, but it was questionable how it would be driving the citizens to build some giant structure.
And what I was most wary of was its accuracy (...).
If it is not a coincidence that we have fallen to the midpoint, we will be able to target the target almost exactly (...).
Iron piles that are undefended, be they royal castles or my halls.
- It's not over like this...
I lifted my glasses at my fingertips so that I could not understand my boiling anxiety.
Continued