When I came home around noon yesterday, I had a fever and collapsed.
Perhaps part of it is because the brain is under a lot of pressure to digest a lot of information.
Max and his uncle, who came home in a hurry, worried me again.
We had a half-day free schedule, and rather, we had plenty of time to spare. Adults involved in the school and tournament would have been busy enough to die. And in a few days, it'll be a big panic after the incident.
Speaking of which, I've been thinking about that incident all yesterday, sleeping in bed.
The day after the turbulent forest survival tournament is a school holiday.
I was glad to be free the day after the school event because I thought I would be really tired.
The fever had completely recovered after sleeping overnight, so I think we could process a huge amount of information.
I got up normally and had a good breakfast. Then, while reading the newspapers and comparing them, I sink into my thoughts again.
According to the newspaper, in yesterday's major incident, there were no deaths due to quick rescue, even though there were serious injuries. I felt relieved for a moment.
Fortunately, the habit of securing the prey alive first. The Knights had a pretty tough time rescuing the victims wrapped in thread.
After our evacuation, the Knights summoned from King's Landing quickly gathered to exterminate the spiders left in the forest.
This means that we have fully converged on this matter.
And as a result, I think that event will be positioned like a prep exercise or a preparatory exercise.
After all, I was reincarnated into the fantasy world and was able to use magic for the first time in about 70 years!!
It turns out that I also have a way to fight directly is a very tense situation. Exactly the mood where the outlook opens up.
Yesterday, some of the chunks of prophecy melted into me and took shape. The knowledge and technology of eastern and western magic accumulated in mankind are secretly becoming things.
Honestly, Josh and his loud, gutty cousin. In other words, I moaned hot in bed yesterday.
However, as it stands, I have no magic.
What is it, this legendary racer and super super car is ready and waiting, but it doesn't feel like a drop of gas. I'm not angry at all.
Ahhh, if only I had magic, I could use any great magic!
Why don't I have magic!?
The reason for this is also the information left in the brain yesterday.
Originally, the Prophet has extraordinary magic. Yesterday's Red Guardian Stone contained the magic of Galatea herself.
I'm sure Galatea, who foresaw the ominous future of the Fahn Forest 600 years ago, managed to spare no effort and prepared it for me.
Cassandra said the way he fought the invaders had been tried and mistaken for a long time.
In the Second Generation Demetrian era, where other gates have been blocked and enemy attacks have focused on the only remaining gates, firepower was essential to sustain them anyway.
Therefore, by constantly accumulating magic in the Guardian Stone since the birth of Demetria, I prepared for the coming battle. The big prophets don't normally use magic because they put it all in their savings. Once you've saved as much as you can, you can spend it flashy with a little focus when you need it.
In other words, the protective stone is also a magical rechargeable battery.
In the first place, the significance of the existence of the Great Prophet is not prediction and prophecy, and even if you can't use magic in everyday life, you can make up enough for it with other people.
The greatest role required is to prevent the invaders from invading this world. On other occasions, I don't think it's okay if I don't have the strength to fight.
Still, Demetria was fully fortified and could not be completely blocked. Even the magic that I kept accumulating since I was born wasn't enough.
So this time, even the magic of all the prophets was absorbed for the battle 300 years later. It was only in the last 300 years that it became obvious that the Prophet was devoid of magic.
Cassandra is responsible for all the management.
The guardian stone on my chest contains the magic of almost all the prophets who survived for 300 years.
The only exception is Tristan, because it would obviously be more useful to have one of the already multiple Prophets fight as the strongest physical force.
Most importantly, my protective stone has accumulated all of Zachariah's enormous magic for about half a century, and it is in quite an amazing state.
Now I can say that I am in the process of getting quite ready for a complete decision.
I don't think it's a bad idea for me to leave it all to Cassandra, but I appreciate the mental health after the information just when I need it. I don't have the confidence to be mental again if I've been carrying it all from the beginning.
--Still, I feel like Zachariah's life was just a battery. No, you're such an idiot...
But it's very comfortable. At the moment, Gladys has more than three times as many boosters as a generation.
Anyway, even though there must be some super powerful magic in me, it's all turned to magic savings, and I probably won't be able to use it until the final duel.
However, because there is technology and knowledge that is too cheesy, I would like to make effective use of it. Such treasure possession is too wasteful.
As long as I have fuel, I can even use transfer magic.
Incidentally, the metamorphosis magic was lost because it was a strange technology over there.
The gates were blocked one after the other, and the relationship with the other world, good or bad, faded in many regions, losing the use of black air. As a result, the number of people who can gradually learn is decreasing, and as a result, one of the magic that has been lost.
I'm sure Yuka will be able to use it, so I'll tell you later.
Even if I only look at magic, I can see the fusion with other technologies quite a bit, and I realize that they have influenced each other immeasurably in a long history.
Of course, I won't accept them. There is no need for technological innovation in exchange for a safe and peaceful life.
That's why today, when time is up, I'm going to sneak up on my dream Gladys Witch Daughtering Plan.
The assistant is Max. I can't even experiment on my own without a partner who basically has strong magic.
It's a very confidential test, so if you can't ask Chiaran, he'd be happy to cancel his training schedule.
You didn't have to go out with me until you couldn't.
Come on, my ambitions for decades. Wizard of yearning! It's time to finally get your hands on it!!
Super fun!!